Chapter 93 - Let's Talk!

“Mr.

Zou, aren’t you making things difficult for others?

Since Chenfeng isn’t interested in being a doctor, I think it’s better to drop it!” Zhao Qihua persuaded Zou Zedong on the side, after all, it was he who had inadvertently exposed Ye Chenfeng’s identity.

Zou Zedong’s face hardened, and he snapped, “With such good medical skills, if you don’t become a doctor, what else would you want to do?

Isn’t that a waste of talent?” Old Mr.

Zou was also as stubborn as a mule, and once he set his mind on something, he wouldn’t easily change his mind.

Ye Chenfeng’s brow furrowed.

This old man was really being unreasonable.

What business was it of his whether or not to become a doctor?

After all, it was Ye Chenfeng who had pulled him back from the brink of death at Ghost Gate Pass!

His tone instantly became colder as he said, “Old man, do you know how to write the words ‘ingratitude’?

Without me, you would have been in Yama’s Palace by now.

After my treatment, even if you don’t take any medicine regularly, you could live at least another four or five years.”

Zou Zedong’s face turned red.

That’s right, he was not Ye Chenfeng’s elder, so how could he force him to be a doctor?

However, upon hearing the latter part of what Ye Chenfeng had said, Zou Zedong asked with uncertainty, “Young man, are your words for real?”

Zou Zedong knew his own body more than anyone, to be able to live another four or five years without taking any medicine?

This, he didn’t know how to describe it?

Ye Chenfeng said with annoyance as he nodded, “If you don’t believe me, you can go to a hospital and get a full body check-up.

Then you’ll know whether I’m lying to you or not.”

If what Ye Chenfeng said was true, what level had his medical skills reached?

Zou Zedong knew that even with medication, he could at most live for about two more years, and he had to keep his emotions from fluctuating too much, otherwise, he could meet King Yama at any time.

Wasn’t that what nearly happened just a moment ago?

According to Zhao Qihua’s earlier explanations, Ye Chenfeng had not used any instruments, only seven silver needles, which sounded like something straight out of a novel about a Divine Doctor!

Zou Zedong soon categorized Ye Chenfeng as a “reclusive expert,” otherwise, he couldn’t explain everything that happened tonight.

No wonder the young man had resolutely declined his invitation.

“Young man, it was presumptuous of me.

Since you’re unwilling, I won’t insist.

Here’s my business card; you can come to me if you ever need anything.” Although Zou Zedong was reluctant to let go of such a genius in the medical field, the young man was, after all, his lifesaver.

He still had that much self-awareness.

Seeing that Zou Zedong wasn’t insisting anymore, Ye Chenfeng’s expression finally eased.

He took Zou Zedong’s business card and said, “I will surely visit you in the future.”

Ye Chenfeng was just being polite.

He really didn’t want to see this eccentric old man again in the future.

Who knew what trouble the old man might come up with next time!

Outside the room.

The wealthy businessmen saw that the door to the room remained closed and estimated that Old Mr.

Zou was probably in a dire situation.

After all, there were no medical facilities in the hotel, and Zhao Qihua was not a doctor, so how could he revive Old Mr.

Zou?

That would be nonsense, wouldn’t it?

“I’ve said it before, this is delaying Old Mr.

Zou’s condition.

I’m afraid it’s too late even if we send him to the hospital now.” The doctor accompanying Old Mr.

Zou lamented.

“Yes, we must immediately notify the municipal party secretary, otherwise it might implicate us,” Xie Pan’an echoed, feeling that his plan to kill two birds with one stone was almost secure.

Just as the wealthy businessmen were about to make phone calls, the room door opened.

The first to walk out was none other than Old Mr.

Zou himself.

He had overheard everything Xie Pan’an and the others had said and spoke unhappily, “What?

Were you expecting my son to prepare for my funeral?

Do you really want to see this old man dead that badly?”

Old Master Zou’s complexion was ruddy, even healthier than before he had fainted, leaving everyone standing outside the door in shock, especially the doctor, who stammered, “Old Master, you, you…”

Zou Zedong didn’t even bother to glance at him.

He knew from Zhao Qihua what kind of a man his accompanying doctor was, so he said, “You can go back to whatever you were doing before; I never want to see you again.”

“But Old Master, I was assigned by the Party Secretary to take care of you, you can’t just send me away!” the doctor pleaded, bowing his head.

“Who is the Party Secretary?

Isn’t he just my son?

Do you really want him to tell you himself?” Zou Zedong asked expressionlessly.

The doctor had been with Old Master Zou for some time and knew full well what his temperament was like; he dared not utter a word and turned on his heel to leave in haste. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt

“What are you all looking at me for?

The charity gala isn’t over yet!

Those who need to donate should go and donate,” Old Master Zou barked in dissatisfaction.

The wealthy businessmen standing outside the room didn’t dare to backtalk Zou Zedong.

They left one after another, and Xie Pan’an’s gloomy eyes were filled with disappointment.

How perfect it would have been had Zou Zedong died!

But instead…

After everyone had left the door, Ye Chenfeng also stepped out of the room.

Zou Zedong, looking at Ye Chenfeng’s exceptional appearance and his admirable character, again had a crooked idea; he just so happened to have a granddaughter of similar age to Ye Chenfeng, who was also considered a great beauty, definitely worthy of Ye Chenfeng.

If Ye Chenfeng became his grandson-in-law, would he worry about this youngster disobeying him in the future?

“Young man, make sure you come for a visit to my house next time!

Otherwise, I’ll have my son search the entire Tianhai to find you,” Zou Zedong said with a smile, patting Ye Chenfeng’s shoulder.

Really, with the old man’s weird character, he might very well do something so outrageous!

Ye Chenfeng responded noncommittally, not knowing that Zou Zedong already considered him as his future grandson-in-law.

Otherwise, he would burst into curses at Zou Zedong for not being upright.

Once Fang Nanxiang and Zhao Qihua had left the room, only Zhao Wanting and Bai Xueling remained.

Zhao Qihua, consumed with concern for Old Master Zou, failed to notice his daughter’s unease.

In the room, Zhao Wanting bit her lip, and eventually raised her head, looking at Bai Xueling, she said, “Xueling, we need to talk!”

Bai Xueling also had mixed feelings, Ye Chenfeng’s actions, which shattered his previous image, stirred indescribable emotions in her heart.

Besides, there was the matter of her engagement to Ye Chenfeng; she nodded silently in agreement.

Outside the room, Zhao Qihua knew that his daughter, Zhao Wanting, and Bai Xueling had a very close relationship.

The fact that the two hadn’t left the room didn’t arouse his suspicion; he thought they were girls who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, probably wanting to share some secrets.

Of course, Ye Chenfeng and Fang Nanxiang knew the real reason, but now was not the time for Ye Chenfeng to barge into the room.

Letting Zhao Wanting and Bai Xueling have a chat might not be a bad thing after all.

After all, he believed nothing was possible between him and Bai Xueling, at least for now.