Chapter 6

"Child, what are you talking about? Why haven't you called anyone? You and Xiaoye grew up together; Xiaoye is even a month older than you. Don't you remember when you used to follow Xiaoye around as a kid?" Aunt Wei immediately scolded.

It was clear that Qiaoshan visibly trembled, somewhat annoyed: "Mom, what are you talking about? That's all old news, okay?"

Baiye chuckled and touched his nose, realizing this girl had a significant bias against him.

Aunt Wei smiled and said, "Xiaoye, don't mind her. Shanshan is just blunt. I'll scold her when we get back."

But at this moment, Baiye spoke up, "Aunt Wei, don't worry. I actually think Shanshan is right. Don't treat me like a child anymore. I've grown up and matured after being away for so long. Don't worry. I've come to terms with my parents' situation. I've been in a daze for half a year; it's time to move on."

Hearing Baiye's words, not only did Wei Lan's face light up, but Qiao Yongming also nodded in approval. This kid really has moved on.

Qiao Yongming's expression softened, and he said, "Xiaoye, this time, there was a lot of disagreement within the hospital about your joining Beihua Hospital. Liu Zhengheng's stance is that there should be no favoritism. Although your father was once the director, you should understand the principle that once someone leaves, things change. I, along with the head of the emergency department, Dr. Lei, the head of the cardiac surgery department, Dr. Huang, and Vice President Zhou, managed to secure you a chance for an assessment. Whether you can join the hospital depends on your own abilities."

Baiye's eyebrows raised. It seemed Liu Junjie had been up to no good again. If it weren't for this promise, it wouldn't matter whether he joined the hospital or not. Good boy, I'm waiting for you. When the time comes, if you don't kneel and sing 'Conquer,' I won't be Baiye. But on his face, he remained confident and calm, "Uncle Qiao, thank you. The assessment is fair, and I have no objections."

The dinner was arranged at the Qiao family's home, not at any hotel. To be a vice president of a national-level tertiary hospital like Beihua, one is already at the top of society.

Five-star hotels and Michelin restaurants would not show any sincerity; a home-cooked meal is the best hospitality. Braised pork knuckle, Kung Pao chicken, braised lion's head, braised chicken, and duck sauce, along with a few home-style dishes and seasonal vegetables, and a bowl of Huai mountain bone soup. The meal was indeed sumptuous.

These Earthly delicacies, especially Eastern cuisine, held no allure for Baiye. He practically devoured the food, eating most of the dishes on the table. As he ate, Baiye couldn't help but sigh. Compared to Earthlings, what the cultivation world and the immortal realm offer in terms of food is just dregs.

Qiao Yongming ate slowly, not drinking alcohol, which was his habit. As a neurosurgeon, he could be called to an emergency surgery at any moment, and drinking would interfere with his work.

Wei Lan's face was full of concern and pity. She kept serving Baiye food and said, "Eat slowly. Don't choke. Eat more. Look at you, you're so thin. If Danni saw you, she would be heartbroken. Your cheekbones are so prominent."

Qiaoshan's face was full of disdain. Indeed, as Liu Junjie said, after being exposed to the Western world, this is no longer the scholar brother of old. What heartache? I think it's more like excessive indulgence.

Thinking this, Qiaoshan lost her appetite. She stood up and said, "I'm done. I'll go home first. You guys enjoy your meal."

As Qiaoshan left, Qiao Yongming also finished his meal. He brewed a cup of green tea and sat on the living room sofa, reading the newspaper.

After helping Wei Lan clean up, Baiye said, "Uncle Qiao, Aunt Wei, I'll go back now."

"Why go back? You'll have to take a taxi. Stay here. Besides, your house hasn't been lived in for half a year. Is it even habitable?" Wei Lan warmly insisted.

Baiye didn't move, firmly holding the handles of his two suitcases, with a gentle smile on his face, "Aunt Wei, don't insist. I'll be in Yanjing for a long time. As an orphan, I'll need your help. I'll go back today. It's still early. I need to clean the house and spend some time with my parents."

Hearing this, Wei Lan couldn't say more. Qiao Yongming stood up and said, "Old Wei, Xiaoye is right. He should go back and pay respects to Lao Bai and Yan Ni. He's 24, a grown man. There's nothing to worry about. Your daughter runs her own company. Xiaoye won't be too bad."

In the end, Wei Lan couldn't persuade Baiye to stay. She could sense that although he was polite, he was distant.

Following his memory, Baiye returned to his home. In the distance, three high-rise buildings stood side by side, each with dozens of floors, almost every room lit up. On the rooftops, in the night, the red neon sign of Beihua Hospital was strikingly visible.

His home was in the Beihua Hospital residential area. The old house was at least a decade old. Over the years, his parents' salaries had barely covered the costs of his overseas studies. Changing the house was a helpless situation.

Opening the door, the four-bedroom layout, with over 150 square meters, had a traditional Chinese style. The moment he entered, Baiye felt a sense of familiarity and warmth.

He fumbled for the main power switch. In the living room, his parents' photos were already hung. Their smiling faces seemed to be looking at him.

Baiye couldn't help but step forward, "Mom, Dad, I'm back."

Monks talk about cause and effect, and Daoists have similar beliefs. Now that he had taken on this body, the fusion of his soul had transformed him into a new person, inheriting Baiye's emotions and memories. This was why he could speak so smoothly.

After a thorough cleaning, the house finally felt lived in. The night passed quietly. The next morning, Baiye got up early, not to exercise but to look for a house.

He walked directly into the inner Second Ring, along the city moat, past the large square and the Great Hall, and then to the Shichahai and Gong王府 area.

As he walked, a smile appeared on Baiye's face. Indeed, the feeling from the photo was correct. My deduction was also right. This place does have dragon veins and earth qi. Even if the spiritual energy is thin and chaotic, I can use the dragon veins to cultivate.

The dragon veins originate from Kunlun. As the capital of a great nation, Yanjing is a gathering place for dragon veins. The Forbidden City is the center of the dragon veins. Buying a house here and setting up the Nine Dragons Transformation Array would allow him to start cultivating soon. With cultivation, he could find some rare treasures to speed up his progress and perhaps have a chance for revenge.

Thinking of this, Baiye's face showed determination. It's not just a possibility but a certainty. I will definitely return to the immortal realm.

Along the way, he visited several real estate agencies. Price was not the main concern; the key was the concentration of dragon veins and earth qi. This was the foundation of cultivation, and Baiye focused only on this aspect.

Walking to the Houhai area, Baiye's expression changed. Houhai is part of Shichahai, in the core of the central axis. This is the place, Baiye decided. He walked into a real estate agency called Siheyuan.

As soon as he entered, a young man greeted him, "Sir, hello. Are you looking for a siheyuan?"

In the capital, the people are well-informed and respectful, with excellent service. They were热情周到、客气有礼.

Baiye nodded, "What's the largest siheyuan you have? What's the price? And are the property certificates complete?"

The young man checked his documents and smiled, "We have one near Beihai Park, in Gongjian Alley. It used to be an official residence. The total area is about 3,800 square meters, divided into four courtyards, with the largest being 1,200 square meters."

Hearing this, Baiye's eyes lit up. This was exactly what he was looking for. He had been thinking of a place near the central axis, and this was right on it. However, it being divided into four parts made him frown.

After a moment's thought, Baiye asked, "Are the other three courtyards still with you? Or can you arrange to get them?"

This question stunned the young man. He had encountered a tycoon. 1,200 square meters was too small for him. He wanted to buy the entire property?

The young man nodded, "Sir, this official residence was renovated by our boss. The other three courtyards are still with us. However, I think..."

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