Chapter 93

"Old Mr. Zou, aren't you making things difficult for us? Since Chenfeng isn't interested in being a doctor, I think we should just let it be!" Zhao Qihua tried to persuade Zou Zedong, after all, it was he who had exposed Ye Chenfeng's identity.

Zou Zedong's face turned stern, and he barked, "With such excellent medical skills, what else could he do besides being a doctor? Isn't that a waste of talent?" The old man was as stubborn as a mule; once he made up his mind, he wouldn't easily change it.

Ye Chenfeng frowned. This old man was really overstepping his bounds. What did it matter to him whether he became a doctor or not? After all, he had pulled the old man back from the brink of death! His tone turned cold, and he said, "Old man, do you know what the four characters 'ingratitude' mean? If it weren't for me, you would already be in the netherworld. After my treatment, even if you don't take any medication, you can live for at least four to five more years."

Zou Zedong's face turned red. He was right; he wasn't Ye Chenfeng's elder, so how could he force him to become a doctor? But when he heard the latter part of Ye Chenfeng's words, he asked in surprise, "Young man, are you serious?"

Zou Zedong knew his body better than anyone. Living for four to five more years without medication? This was something he couldn't describe with words.

Ye Chenfeng nodded irritably and said, "If you don't believe me, you can go to the hospital for a full check-up. Then you'll know if I'm lying."

If what Ye Chenfeng said was true, how advanced was his medical skill? Zou Zedong knew that even with medication, he could only live for about two more years, and his emotions couldn't fluctuate too much, or he might die at any moment. Wasn't that just proven by what happened just now?

According to Zhao Qihua's account, Ye Chenfeng didn't use any instruments, just seven silver needles. This was like a divine doctor from a novel!

Zou Zedong quickly categorized Ye Chenfeng as a "reclusive master," otherwise, he couldn't explain what had happened tonight. No wonder the young man had firmly refused his invitation.

"Young man, I was out of line. Since you don't want to, I won't force you. Here's my business card. If you need anything in the future, you can find me." Although Zou Zedong was reluctant to give up on such a medical genius, he knew that the young man was his savior. He had to be reasonable.

Seeing that Zou Zedong wasn't going to insist, Ye Chenfeng's expression relaxed. He took Zou Zedong's business card and said, "I'll definitely visit in the future."

Ye Chenfeng was just being polite. He never wanted to see this eccentric old man again. Who knew what kind of trouble he would cause next time!

Outside the room.

The wealthy businessmen, seeing the door not opening, assumed the worst for Old Mr. Zou. After all, there were no medical facilities in the hotel, and Zhao Qihua wasn't a doctor. How could he revive Old Mr. Zou? Wasn't that just nonsense?

"I told you, he was delaying Old Mr. Zou's condition. It's probably too late to send him to the hospital now," the doctor accompanying Old Mr. Zou said resentfully.

"Yes, we must inform the Party Secretary immediately, or we might be implicated," Xie Panan echoed, his two-pronged plan almost coming to fruition.

Just as the wealthy businessmen were about to make phone calls, the door opened, and the first person to walk out was Old Mr. Zou. He had heard every word Xie Panan and the others had said, and he said unhappily, "What? Are you all preparing for my funeral? Do you really want to see me dead?"

Old Mr. Zou's complexion was rosy, even better than before he fainted. This stunned everyone outside, especially the doctor, who stammered, "Old man, you, you..."

Zou Zedong didn't even look at him. From Zhao Qihua, he knew the doctor's character wasn't good, so he said, "Do what you want. I don't want to see you again."

"Old man, I was assigned by the Party Secretary to take care of you. You can't make me leave!" the doctor pleaded, bowing his head.

"Who is the Party Secretary? Isn't he my son? Do you want me to have him tell you personally?" Zou Zedong asked expressionlessly.

The doctor had been with Old Mr. Zou for some time and knew his temper well. He didn't dare to say a word and hurriedly left.

"What are you all looking at me for? The charity gala isn't over yet! Those who need to donate should go and do so," Old Mr. Zou said discontentedly.

The wealthy businessmen outside the room didn't dare to argue with Zou Zedong. They all turned and left. Xie Panan's eyes were filled with disappointment. If Zou Zedong had died, it would have been perfect. But now...

After everyone outside the room had left, Ye Chenfeng also walked out. Zou Zedong, seeing Ye Chenfeng's extraordinary appearance and excellent character, had another idea. He had a granddaughter around Ye Chenfeng's age, a beauty among beauties, who would be a perfect match for Ye Chenfeng. If Ye Chenfeng became his grandson-in-law, he wouldn't dare to disobey him in the future, right?

"Young man, you must come to my house next time! Otherwise, I'll have my son search the entire Tianhai to find you," Zou Zedong said, patting Ye Chenfeng's shoulder with a smile.

Given the old man's eccentric nature, he might really do something absurd.

Ye Chenfeng casually agreed. He had no idea that Zou Zedong already considered him his future grandson-in-law. If he knew, he would have cursed the old man for being inappropriate.

After Fang Nanxiang and Zhao Qihua left the room, only Zhao Wanting and Bai Xueling remained. Zhao Qihua, preoccupied with Old Mr. Zou, didn't notice anything amiss with his daughter.

In the room, Zhao Wanting bit her lip and finally lifted her head, looking at Bai Xueling and saying, "Xueling, let's talk."

Bai Xueling's heart was a mix of emotions. Ye Chenfeng's series of actions, which completely changed his image, left her with an indescribable feeling. Moreover, there was a marriage contract between her and Ye Chenfeng, so she nodded silently.

Outside the room, Zhao Qihua knew that his daughter Zhao Wanting and Bai Xueling were very close. He didn't suspect anything when they didn't come out, thinking they were just catching up after a long time.

Of course, Ye Chenfeng and Fang Nanxiang knew the reason. However, Ye Chenfeng didn't want to barge in. Letting Zhao Wanting and Bai Xueling talk might not be a bad thing. After all, he and Bai Xueling had no future together, at least not in his current view.