According to Primary Internal Medicine, special variant angina is caused by heightened sensitivity of the cardiac sympathetic-vagus nerve. Conventional coronary vasodilators are often ineffective, and drugs like Lirisha or Xinbaoning are recommended to regulate nerve function, reduce sensitivity, and achieve a cure.
“Lirisha? Xinbaoning?” Xu Ze smiled wryly. Those medications were out of the question—they wouldn’t even be developed for years.
But reducing cardiac sympathetic-vagus nerve sensitivity? That was still possible. Techniques like electroacupuncture seemed quite effective. Digging through his memories, Xu Ze recalled something and smiled faintly.
“Old Master Tang… your special variant angina can be treated with electroacupuncture,” Xu Ze stated confidently.
“Really?” Old Tang couldn’t contain his excitement. He had sought treatment worldwide, yet apart from a newly developed imported drug that could only suppress symptoms, nothing else had worked.
“Yes.”
“Will it… actually work?” Old Tang suppressed his eagerness, double-checking.
“It will.” Xu Ze’s firm tone and the confidence in his eyes finally convinced Old Tang, who was now thoroughly exhilarated.
“Though it will take some time and consistent treatment…” Xu Ze added.
“No problem! As long as it’s not ten years, this old man can wait.” Old Tang chuckled heartily, his mood lifted.
Seeing the elderly man so delighted pleased Xu Ze immensely. He didn’t mind making him even happier. “Based on my estimate, it should take about one to two months.”
“One to two months to stop the episodes?” Old Tang perked up.
“That’s a conservative estimate. Under normal circumstances, significant improvement should be visible within half a month to a month.” Xu Ze had full faith in the future medical knowledge in his mind. Since the pathology was clearly understood and treatment methods established—especially given the advanced technology of Xiao Dao’s era—he had no doubt about their effectiveness.
“That’s wonderful! Xu Ze, when can we start?” Old Tang grew impatient. His variant angina struck unpredictably, each episode agonizing. After years of suffering, he didn’t want to wait a day longer.
Understanding his eagerness, Xu Ze smiled. “We can begin today. Each session lasts ten minutes, twice daily.”
“Perfect! Then I’ll leave it to you.” Old Tang beamed.
Since Xu Ze had morning classes, they agreed on noon and evening sessions at Old Tang’s insistence.
Originally, Old Tang had offered to visit the clinic, but to avoid unnecessary attention, Xu Ze insisted on treating him at his residence. If a figure like Old Tang showed up twice daily, it would surely cause a stir.
…
As soon as class ended, Tang Zhi called—he was already waiting at the school gate. Xu Ze had planned to eat first, but since Tang Zhi arrived early, he headed straight out.
Outside, a sleek, elongated Mercedes stood conspicuously near the entrance, drawing curious glances. Spotting Xu Ze, Tang Zhi stepped out and opened the car door.
Xu Ze nodded, signaling for him to wait, then hurried to the clinic. Though he didn’t actually need equipment, bringing acupuncture needles and disinfectants was necessary to maintain professionalism.
After grabbing a new set of silver needles, alcohol, and cotton swabs, he informed Dr. Zhang before boarding the Mercedes under the watchful eyes of onlookers.
Inside, the spacious interior—luxurious yet understated, complete with a mini-fridge and satellite TV—truly showcased the car’s opulence.
Tang Zhi, seated opposite, smiled. “You haven’t eaten, right? The old master arranged lunch. He’s waiting for you.”
“Ah, making Old Tang wait for me… that’s too kind.” Xu Ze was surprised Tang Zhi had come this early just for that.
Tang Zhi nodded approvingly. This young man’s humility and lack of arrogance were rare.
He handed Xu Ze a chilled herbal tea from the fridge. “Drink this. We’ll arrive in about ten minutes.”
“Thanks.” Xu Ze, parched, accepted it gratefully. After a refreshing sip, he asked, “Where does Old Tang live?”
“Tianyang Mountain.”
Xu Ze wasn’t shocked. Tianyang Mountain was Star City’s most prestigious villa district, with peak properties rumored to cost hundreds of millions. For someone like Old Tang, it was fitting.
As the car ascended, nearing the summit, Tang Zhi studied Xu Ze’s calm expression and asked cautiously, “Xu Ze… can his condition really be cured?”
Xu Ze met his gaze and nodded. “It should be possible.”
“Truly?” Tang Zhi lit up. Many experts had avoided such guarantees. Yet Xu Ze’s confidence and composed demeanor reassured him.
The car stopped before an elegant, secluded villa. A chauffeur opened the door, and Tang Zhi led Xu Ze across a vast lawn toward the entrance.
Surrounded by birdsong and floral scents, bathed in warm spring sunlight, Xu Ze felt as if he were in a tranquil mountain forest.
This is the life, he mused. When I’m older, I’ll own a place like this—perfect for retirement.
Inside, a poised butler bowed respectfully. “Young Master Xu, the master awaits you in the dining hall. Please follow me.”
Tang Zhi gestured for Xu Ze to proceed before heading elsewhere.
The butler guided him down a hallway, then opened a door to a sunlit dining room with floor-to-ceiling windows.
Old Tang, sipping milk at the table, smiled warmly. “Xu Ze! Come, we’ve been waiting.”
