Chapter 44

Yeh Rongtian arrived at his father's room and happened to meet Mu Yuanjie coming out.

"Yuanjie, how is my father now?" Yeh Rongtian asked with a smile, though he was already dissatisfied with the Mu family, he showed no trace of it on his face.

"Very well, Uncle Yeh is drinking millet porridge. He needs to eat light food for a while. You know, a weak body can't handle too much nourishment," Mu Yuanjie said, feeling relieved after curing Yeh Xiu's illness, as a doctor, he was naturally pleased.

Then he asked Yeh Rongtian, "Brother Rongtian, did you just see Wang Ge?"

"Yes," Yeh Rongtian didn't need to hide it, but Wang Ge's role in this matter was like a slap in the face to the Mu family, so he didn't elaborate, instead, he changed the subject to Mu Yuanjie: "If Yuanjie needs to find him, you should hurry. He's about to leave the Yeh family."

"Hehe, why would I need to find him?" Mu Yuanjie laughed and shook his head, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

"Uncle Mu praised him highly yesterday. I thought Uncle Mu might have considered taking him as a disciple," Yeh Rongtian, noticing Mu Yuanjie's change in expression, deliberately said it outright.

"… My father is the Medicine King. How easy do you think it is to become his disciple?" Mu Yuanjie turned his face to look at the flowers blooming outside the corridor.

Yeh Rongtian smiled, "But I see that he indeed has great talent. Uncle Mu has trained many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in his life. How could he easily let such a good seed go?"

A hint of annoyance flashed across Mu Yuanjie's brow, "As the Song Dynasty's 'Xin Xin Lu - On Medicine' says, 'Without constant virtue, one cannot be a doctor.' I don't know about Western medicine, but for traditional Chinese medicine, medical ethics are far more important than talent.

"Father was indeed amazed by his talent in traditional Chinese medicine, but how can he take him as a disciple without understanding his character? Father has already asked me to pay attention to his affairs and evaluate his character. Whether to take him as a disciple or not, we'll see after he passes the test of medical ethics."

Mu Yuanjie was not a petty person; in fact, he had medical ethics. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sincerely apologized and thanked Wang Ge when Wang Ge confirmed the Feipeng grass issue.

But being human, Mu Yuanjie also had jealousy. He had followed his father in medicine since childhood but had never received praise from his father, especially such high praise as "outstanding." Wang Ge had indeed made him feel a bit jealous.

"Is that so? 'Without constant virtue, one cannot be a doctor.' That's well said," Yeh Rongtian nodded. "Yuanjie, you worked hard last night and have been busy since this morning. Since my father is doing well now, you should go rest. I'll take care of Father."

"Alright." Mu Yuanjie was indeed tired, with a look of fatigue on his face. He bid farewell to Yeh Rongtian and left.

Yeh Rongtian entered the room and saw his father, Yeh Xiu, sitting on the bed, holding a bowl of millet porridge.

Although Yeh Xiu's face was still pale, his complexion had improved, and his spirits were good. Seeing his son come in, he smiled, "Rongtian, you came just in time. Could you get me another bowl?"

"Father, you should eat a little less. You've just started to recover. Eating too much isn't good," Yeh Rongtian said, taking the bowl of porridge and gently wiping the millet grains from the corner of his father's mouth with a tissue.

"Alright, I'll listen to my son," Yeh Xiu smiled helplessly, handing the bowl to Yeh Rongtian, and then said, "Rongtian, although one of the herbs was wrong, you shouldn't hold a grudge. Mu Qingshan is a fifty-year-old friend of your father. He didn't do it on purpose…"

"Father, don't worry. How could I hold a grudge against Uncle Mu? He used to play with me when I was a child," Yeh Rongtian agreed, showing no sign of resentment towards the Mu family.

A father knows his son best. Although Yeh Xiu was old and sick, he wasn't confused. But his son was already the governor of Mountain City Base, no longer the obedient child he used to be.

Yeh Xiu shook his head, thinking that even if Yeh Rongtian held a grudge against the Mu family, he wouldn't do anything to them, so he didn't mention it again. Instead, he said, "Also, what about that young man who found the problem? He saved my life. Have you thanked him on my behalf?"

"Of course." Yeh Rongtian knew his father would ask, so he answered immediately, "He dropped out of high school to take care of his paralyzed sister. Now his sister has been accepted to Sky University, and they depend on each other. I decided to give him our family's Sky University recommendation. Additionally, I transferred one million to his bank account."

"Give him the Sky University recommendation? Very good, very good," Yeh Xiu nodded in agreement, then asked, "Why one million?"

"He saved your life, and one million is indeed too little. But I have my reasons," Yeh Rongtian patiently explained to his father, "Uncle Mu praised him highly yesterday, and from my observations, he does have great potential. Giving him the Sky University recommendation is like giving him a ladder to see if he can climb to the sky.

"If I gave him one hundred million, it wouldn't be too much, considering he saved my father's life. But if he suddenly received such a large sum of money from his impoverished state, he might lose his balance, perhaps indulging in alcohol and women, losing his ambition. That would harm him.

"So I gave him one million, enough to improve his life without making him lose himself. Father, you won't think I'm being unfair to him, will you?"

Yeh Rongtian didn't necessarily think so much about Wang Ge; he wasn't a great philanthropist. But he was a filial son, and doing this would make his father happy, so he did it.

"Good, very good," Yeh Xiu nodded in satisfaction, "I've always told you that we, as descendants of the Yanhuang lineage, should repay even a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude. You've done well, very well."

"Alright, Father, you've just started to recover, so you should talk less," Yeh Rongtian smiled and helped Yeh Xiu, "When you're fully recovered, I'll chat with you to your heart's content. For now, you should listen to me. Is the pillow too high? I'll lower it for you."

Yeh Xiu nodded, and Yeh Rongtian adjusted the pillow.

Wang Ge felt that only a few minutes had passed, but when he looked up, he was already in Beiyuan Road.

He asked the second butler to drop him off at a secluded spot to avoid drawing attention. Then he rode his old motorcycle home. He should have called his sister first, but the place where the second butler dropped him off was only a few hundred meters from his home, so he decided to go home directly.

Wang Ge, worried about his sister, rushed up to the eighteenth floor. Now that his life level had improved, he no longer panted or sweated after climbing to the eighteenth floor.

Just as he reached the door, his communication watch vibrated, indicating an incoming call.

Without looking, Wang Ge knew who it was. He pushed the door open and saw his sister, Wang Fei, sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall, on the phone.

Wang Fei's big eyes had lost their usual liveliness. She had been crying for a long time, and her eyes were swollen like peaches.

Her short hair was messy and oily, clearly from a sleepless night. Her smooth, jade-like face was now dull, like a pearl covered in dust, losing its luster.

She was still wearing yesterday's clothes, which were now wrinkled from a sleepless night.

Wang Fei sat helplessly against the wall, like an injured animal, weakly holding the communication watch. When she heard the call connect, her face lit up with surprise, and at that moment, the door opened, and she turned her head to look.

"Feifei, I'm back!" Wang Ge, seeing Wang Fei's state, felt a sharp pain in his heart, and rushed to her side in alarm.

Wang Fei, perhaps exhausted from staying up all night or finally relaxing, leaned forward in excitement when she saw Wang Ge, lost her balance, and fell off the bed!

"Feifei!" Wang Ge's speed increased to the maximum, and in a flash, he was at the bed, catching Wang Fei in his arms.

But because he was too fast, he couldn't stop, so he quickly extended his legs forward and leaned back, landing on the floor with his legs stuck under the bed.

This way, he became a human cushion for Wang Fei. She fell into his arms, feeling safe, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Feifei, don't cry, be good, don't cry…" Wang Ge, feeling the dampness on his chest, was heartbroken and gently comforted Wang Fei.

Wang Fei wasn't usually a crying girl. In fact, since their parents' death, she hadn't shed a tear in front of Wang Ge.

Her brother had already done so much for her, and she didn't want him to worry more.

But the night of losing contact had made this strong girl lose control. She couldn't hold back her emotions and finally let herself cry freely in her brother's arms.

Wang Ge tried to comfort her for a while, but when he saw it wasn't working, he stopped. Crying wasn't necessarily bad; it was a way to release pressure.

When Wang Fei had cried enough, Wang Ge gently patted her back and said, "Feifei, when you're done crying, I have some good news for you."

"What good news?" Wang Fei asked with a hoarse voice, having cried all night, her throat was sore.

Hearing this, Wang Ge felt another pang of pain and lost the heart to tease her. He simply raised his communication watch—since they were still on the floor, he had to lift his hand to see it.

"Feifei, look, what is this?" Wang Ge opened the interface, which still showed the electronic acceptance letter from Sky University that he had been checking earlier. He was so worried about his sister that he hadn't even looked at the bank message.