After exiting the airport, surrounded by a bustling crowd, Mu Lin got into the car from the New York office. In front was a police car leading the way, followed by a long stream of cars carrying various dignitaries. In this bustling city, countless powerful and influential figures come and go every day, yet witnessing the long convoy welcoming Mu Lin stirred an indescribable and strange emotion within their hearts.
Guided by the police car, the convoy quickly arrived at Long Island. The convoy stopped at a parking lot beside a villa.
This villa, with a courtyard covering ten hectares, represented not just wealth in this expensive real estate market but also a form of power and influence.
Looking around, Mu Lin saw a four-story main building, with several two- or three-story side buildings nearby. The exteriors of these smaller buildings were decorated with bark, blending seamlessly into the surrounding environment. In front of the entire courtyard was a neatly trimmed lawn, with the buildings nestled among trees. The late autumn frost had turned the leaves golden yellow, light yellow, pale red, and deep red. Autumn sunlight filtered through the trees, making the entire villa seem like a scene from a fairy tale. This was what they referred to as a small clinic.
After a brief exchange of greetings, Mu Lin rested in the main building, which served as both his lounge and medical room. The other attendees returned to their accommodations to prepare for the welcome banquet held in Mu Lin’s honor that evening.
As night fell, preparations for the banquet were already in place on the front lawn. Staff members bustled among the guests. Security was handled by personnel dispatched by the local FHA and police department, having already replaced the original twenty or so local officers.
The banquet began with a speech by the mayor of New York City. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we gather here to welcome a renowned doctor, an outstanding medical elite, to work in our city. His arrival is an honor for this city and for each of us. We believe he will bring even greater brilliance to our city. Let us cheer for his arrival!”
After the brief speech, the banquet commenced. Guests attended with their female companions and families, temporarily transforming the event into an upper-class social gathering in New York. The banquet was held as a buffet.
Gentle flowing light music, fragrant barbecues, and dazzling women formed the theme of tonight’s banquet.
At the beginning, Mu Lin was surrounded by the female companions of these dignitaries. Young, wealthy, and skilled in medicine—this kind of man was precisely the ideal husband in their eyes. The chirping sounds and noisy chatter even made Mu Lin, a person with high cultivation, retreat hastily.
The famous Blue Sky Symphony Orchestra performed at the banquet. To thank the New York dignitaries, Mu Lin decided to play a piece himself. Amid skeptical glances, Mu Lin quietly sat down at the piano. As his fingers touched the keys, Beethoven’s “Fate” flowed from Mu Lin’s fingertips.
Everyone was even astonished by Mu Lin’s magical piano performance! He presented an extremely beautiful musical world before everyone’s eyes. As he emotionally performed, everyone’s hearts naturally soared with his music.
Life is like a small sail drifting on the vast ocean of existence; wherever the winds of fate may blow, it goes. Some spend their lives in peace and happiness, enjoying calm waters and favorable winds, blessed by the gods of fate. Yet for many others, life is full of hardships and turbulence, filled with difficulties and adversities, as fate mocks and torments them mercilessly! Oh, great creator of heaven and earth, you have created light and warmth; yet you have also brought darkness and cold, just like the cycle of day and night!
“I finally understand that there are still many beautiful things in this world. I once thought I was a savior, liking to change people’s innermost qualities. In reality, everything has its own mode of existence. The more I tried to change it, the more I lost and the more deeply I was hurt. I finally gave up my hard pursuit, allowing everything to return to its original tranquility.”
Good piano music can purify one’s soul, offering beautiful imaginations, touching the heart, cultivating one’s character, inspiring spiritual enlightenment, immersing people in that ethereal and clear celestial sound, melting into the blue sky dotted with drifting white clouds, as if far away from the noisy mundane world, far from the complexities of society, and far from worldly utilitarianism. The heart becomes calm and sincere, forgetting time, space, and conflicts, free from worries and troubles. Everything comes to a halt in this crisp, pleasant sound and melody.
After leaving the airport, surrounded by a bustling crowd, Mu Lin boarded the car arranged by the New York office. Leading the way were eight police vehicles, followed by a long convoy of luxury cars belonging to various dignitaries. In this bustling city, countless influential figures came and went every day, but the sight of the grand motorcade welcoming Mu Lin stirred an indescribable emotion in everyone’s hearts.
Under the escort of the police, the convoy soon arrived at Long Island, stopping at the parking lot beside a sprawling villa. The estate covered ten hectares—a staggering display of wealth and power in this land of exorbitant real estate. This wasn’t just a symbol of money; it represented authority.
Mu Lin surveyed the scene. The main building was a four-story structure, flanked by smaller two- and three-story houses, their exteriors clad in bark to blend seamlessly with the surrounding nature. The front of the estate boasted a meticulously manicured lawn, with the buildings nestled among the trees. The late autumn frost had painted the leaves in hues of gold, pale yellow, soft pink, and deep crimson. The autumn sunlight filtered through the foliage, casting the entire villa in an ethereal glow. This was what they called their “modest clinic.”
After brief pleasantries, Mu Lin retired to the main building, which served as both his lounge and medical office, while the other attendees dispersed to rest and prepare for the evening’s welcome banquet in his honor.
As night fell, the lawn in front of the villa was transformed into a banquet venue, bustling with staff weaving through the crowd. Security had been handed over to the local FHA and police department, replacing the original twenty-odd officers.
The banquet began with a speech by the mayor of New York City.
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we gather here to welcome a renowned physician, an outstanding medical talent, to our city. His arrival is an honor for New York and for all of us. We believe his presence will bring even greater brilliance to our city. Let us cheer for his arrival!”
After the brief address, the banquet commenced. Guests arrived with their partners and families, turning the event into a gathering of New York’s elite. The evening unfolded as a lavish buffet.
Soft music flowed gently, the aroma of grilled delicacies filled the air, and glamorous women became the focal point of the night.
At first, Mu Lin found himself surrounded by the female companions of the dignitaries. Young, wealthy, and exceptionally skilled in medicine—he was the perfect catch in their eyes. The cacophony of flirtatious chatter and laughter overwhelmed even Mu Lin, a man of discipline, forcing him to retreat.
The renowned Blue Sky Symphony Orchestra provided the evening’s musical backdrop. To express his gratitude to New York’s elite, Mu Lin decided to perform a piece himself. Amid skeptical glances, he quietly took his seat at the piano. As his fingers touched the keys, Beethoven’s *Fate* flowed from his fingertips.
The audience was spellbound by the magic of Mu Lin’s piano artistry. He unveiled a breathtaking musical world before them, his impassioned performance lifting their spirits effortlessly.
*Life is like a tiny sail, drifting on the vast ocean of existence, tossed by the winds of fate. Some live in comfort and happiness, blessed by fortune’s favor. But for many, life is rugged and tumultuous, filled with hardship and struggle. Oh, great Creator, you bring light and warmth, yet also darkness and cold—just as day follows night in endless cycles.*
*”I’ve come to realize that this world still holds much beauty. Once, I thought myself a savior, eager to change the very core of human nature. But in truth, everything has its own way of being. The more I tried to alter it, the more I lost, the deeper I hurt. So I abandoned my relentless pursuit, letting everything return to its original tranquility.”*
Great piano music purifies the soul, inspires beautiful reveries, shakes the spirit, refines character, and offers enlightenment. It immerses listeners in ethereal melodies, as if floating among the clouds, far from the clamor of the world, the complexities of society, and the greed of materialism. The heart becomes still, emotions pure, transcending time and conflict, free from sorrow and worry. Everything halts in the crisp, melodious notes.
Tonight, Mu Lin’s performance once again lifted the audience from their mundane existence into the realm of high art, soothing restless, melancholic, and disillusioned hearts.
As the final notes faded, thunderous applause erupted. Mu Lin stood and bowed gracefully. Some young women immediately flocked to him, casting admiring glances his way.
Then, a jarring voice cut through the air.
“How can this yellow monkey play such music? It must be a recording—you’ve all been fooled!”
The remark, sharp and out of place amid the gentle music, drew Mu Lin’s attention. He turned to see four young white men. Though dressed in expensive suits, each wore an earring in their left ear and sported neatly trimmed goatees—classic signs of yuppies.
Yuppies—young urban professionals—were the antithesis of hippies. Educated, ambitious, and career-driven, they thrived in high-paying fields like law, medicine, and finance, living lavish lives with little concern for social issues.
Mu Lin knew their type well. *Live your comfortable lives, but why provoke me?* His creed was simple: *”Don’t provoke me, and we’ll stay out of each other’s way. But if you cross me, there’s no escape.”*
Now that they had, there was no turning back.
“Hey! You four mutts, what do you know about music? Tsk. Seems your mothers failed to educate you even in the womb. How else could four tone-deaf dogs like you wander into a gathering of high society?”
Mu Lin tapped his forehead, feigning realization. “Oh, heavens! Why am I even talking to dogs? Of course, dogs don’t understand music!”
The argument had drawn close to the orchestra, halting their performance. Mu Lin’s words, deliberately projected, echoed across the venue.
The event organizers were livid. They had gone to great lengths to bring Mu Lin to New York. If these brats angered him into leaving, the consequences would be dire—their political careers would be over. Without hesitation, they ordered security to gag and forcibly remove the troublemakers, despite one being a son of an attendee. Apologies poured out to Mu Lin.
Unbeknownst to them, when Mu Lin pointed at the four yuppies, he had sealed their kidney meridians. Unless he reversed it, they would remain impotent for life.
*(This story is first published on Qidian.)*
After leaving the airport, surrounded by a bustling crowd, Mu Lin boarded the car arranged by the New York office. Leading the way were eight police vehicles, followed by a long convoy of luxury cars belonging to various dignitaries. In this bustling city, countless influential figures came and went every day, but the sight of the lengthy motorcade welcoming Mu Lin stirred an indescribable emotion in those who witnessed it.
Under the escort of the police, the convoy soon arrived in Long Island, stopping at a parking lot beside a grand villa.
This villa boasted a sprawling estate of ten hectares—a rare luxury in such a prime location. The property wasn’t just a symbol of wealth; it represented power.
Mu Lin surveyed the scene. The main building was a four-story structure, flanked by smaller two- and three-story houses, all adorned with bark-like exteriors that blended seamlessly into the surrounding landscape. The front of the estate featured a meticulously manicured lawn, with the buildings nestled among the trees. The late autumn frost had painted the leaves in hues of gold, pale yellow, pink, and deep red. Under the autumn sun, the entire villa seemed to exist in a dreamlike paradise.
And this, as they called it, was merely a “small clinic.”
After brief greetings, Mu Lin retired to the main building, which served as both his lounge and medical office, while the other attendees dispersed to rest and prepare for the evening’s welcome banquet in his honor.
As night fell, the lawn in front of the villa was transformed into a banquet venue, bustling with staff weaving through the crowd. Security was handled by personnel from the local FHA and police department, who had already replaced the original twenty officers.
The banquet began with a speech from the mayor of New York City.
“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we gather here to welcome a renowned doctor, an outstanding medical talent, to our city. His arrival is an honor for New York and for all of us. We believe his presence will bring even greater brilliance to our city. Let us cheer for his arrival!”
After the brief address, the banquet commenced. Guests arrived with their partners and families, turning the event into a gathering of New York’s elite. The evening unfolded as a lavish buffet.
Soft music flowed through the air, mingling with the aroma of grilled delicacies and the dazzling presence of elegantly dressed women—these were the defining elements of the night.
At first, Mu Lin found himself surrounded by the female companions of the dignitaries. Young, wealthy, and exceptionally skilled in medicine, he was the perfect catch in their eyes. The cacophony of flirtatious chatter and laughter soon overwhelmed even Mu Lin, a man of disciplined cultivation, forcing him to retreat.
The renowned Blue Sky Symphony Orchestra provided the evening’s musical accompaniment. To express his gratitude to New York’s elite, Mu Lin decided to perform a piece himself. Amid skeptical glances, he quietly took his seat at the piano. As his fingers touched the keys, Beethoven’s *Fate* poured forth from his fingertips.
The audience was spellbound by the magic of Mu Lin’s piano artistry. He unveiled a breathtaking musical world before their eyes, and as his passionate rendition unfolded, their hearts soared with the melody.
*Life is like a small boat adrift on the vast ocean of existence, tossed by the winds of fate. Some sail through calm waters, blessed by fortune’s favor. Yet many more navigate treacherous paths, filled with hardship and turmoil, mocked by an indifferent fate. Oh, great Creator, You who fashioned light and warmth, yet also brought darkness and cold—like the eternal dance of day and night!*
*”I’ve come to realize that this world still holds much beauty. Once, I thought myself a savior, eager to reshape the very core of human nature. But in truth, everything follows its own course. The more I tried to change it, the more I lost, the deeper I hurt. Now, I’ve abandoned my relentless pursuit, letting all return to its natural stillness.”*
Great piano music purifies the soul, inspires beautiful reverie, shakes the spirit, refines character, and offers enlightenment. It immerses listeners in ethereal harmonies, as if floating among clouds in a boundless sky, far from the clamor of the mundane world, detached from the complexities of society and the greed of materialism. The heart grows still, emotions pure, time and conflict forgotten—no sorrow, no worry. Everything halts in the crisp, melodious notes.
Tonight, Mu Lin’s performance once again lifted the audience from their dazed existence into the hallowed halls of high art, soothing restless, melancholic, and despairing hearts into tranquility.
As the final notes faded, thunderous applause erupted. Mu Lin stood and bowed gracefully. Some young women immediately flocked to him, casting admiring glances his way.
Then, a jarring voice cut through the air.
“How could this yellow monkey play such music? It must be a recording—you’ve all been fooled!”
The voice, sharp and out of place amid the gentle music, belonged to four young white men. Though dressed in expensive suits, each wore an earring in their left ear and sported neatly trimmed goatees—classic signs of modern-day hipsters.
*Yuppies*—young urban professionals—were the ambitious, highly educated elite of Western society. They thrived in high-paying careers like law, medicine, and finance, living lavish lives with little concern for politics or social issues. Unlike the rebellious hippies, yuppies were all about success and comfort.
Mu Lin knew their type. *Live your comfortable lives, but why provoke me?* His creed was simple: *Don’t cross me, and we’ll stay out of each other’s way. Cross me, and there’s no escape.*
Now that they had, there was no turning back.
“Hey, you four mutts,” Mu Lin said coolly. “What do you know about music? Tsk. Seems your mothers failed to educate you even in the womb. How else could four tone-deaf dogs like you slink into a gathering of high society?”
He tapped his forehead mockingly. “Oh, heavens! Why am I even talking to dogs? Of course, dogs don’t understand music!”
The argument had drawn close to the orchestra, halting their performance. Mu Lin’s words, deliberately loud, echoed across the venue.
The event organizers were livid. They had gone to great lengths to bring Mu Lin to New York. If these brats drove him away, the consequences would be dire—their careers would be over. Without hesitation, they ordered security to gag the troublemakers and drag them out, all while profusely apologizing to Mu Lin.
Unbeknownst to anyone, when Mu Lin pointed at the four yuppies, he had sealed their kidney meridians. Unless he chose to undo it, they would remain impotent for life.
*(This story is first published on Qidian.)*
“Can this yellow monkey really play such great music? I think he probably just played a recording. You’ve all been fooled!” A sharp voice rang out beside Mu Lin. This voice sounded so jarring and abrupt against the gentle background music.
Mu Lin turned around and saw four young white men. Although they wore expensive suits, each had an earring on the left ear and a neatly trimmed goatee under their chins, clearly identifying them as yuppies.
Yuppies refer to a group of young, capable, and ambitious individuals in Western countries. They generally have received higher education, possess high levels of knowledge and skills, work diligently, and pursue material enjoyment. The term “yuppie” was coined by Americans as a derivative of “hippie,” meaning “young urban professionals.” Yuppies work in careers that require higher education, such as lawyers, doctors, architects, computer programmers, and business managers. They earn high salaries. Yuppies are highly successful in their careers, confident and proud, living luxurious lives. Unlike hippies, yuppies do not have a sense of decadence, nor do they care about politics or social issues; they only care about making money and pursuing a comfortable lifestyle.
Mu Lin naturally knew these yuppies, but why did they have to provoke him when he was living his comfortable life? Mu Lin’s belief was, “If I don’t provoke you, stay away from me. If you provoke me, no matter how far you go, you won’t escape.”
Now that you’ve provoked me, don’t think you can escape easily. “Hey! You four dogs, do you know anything about music? Tsk tsk! It seems your mothers didn’t educate you well while you were still in their wombs. Otherwise, how could four dogs who know nothing about music appear here in this gathering of high society?”
Mu Lin scratched his head and pointed at them, “Oh my God! How could I talk so much to dogs? Of course, dogs don’t understand music!”
Due to the argument being close to the orchestra, the musicians stopped playing. Additionally, Mu Lin intentionally projected his voice, so the entire venue could hear.
The organizers of the event were especially furious. They had worked hard to invite Mu Lin to New York; if these troublemakers angered him and he left, the dignitaries would never forgive them, and their political careers would be over. Regardless of the fact that one of the youths was his own son, the organizer immediately ordered the security personnel to gag and forcibly remove the four men while repeatedly apologizing to Mu Lin.
When Mu Lin pointed at the four yuppies, he had already blocked their kidney yin meridians, meaning they would never be able to function normally again unless Mu Lin himself released them. This article is first published on Qidian.
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