However, after a night’s ti, Xiao Yi did indeed reap so benefits. Dr. Zhang also shared a lot of information about Western dicine, especially his experiences and insights into the field of cardiothoracic surgery. As for heart disease, he had his own profound theories and opinions. After a narrative, Xiao Yi gained a deeper understanding of heart disease and other illnesses from the perspective of Western dicine.
At the sa ti, through Dr. Zhang’s stories, both Xiao Yi and Elder An recognized that Western dicine certainly has its unique insights in many areas, and even though they respected traditional Chinese dicine, they could not completely dismiss Western dicine.
Elder An also shared so of his insights from his years of practicing dicine. Through their discussions, Xiao Yi started to think about common diseases and their treatnt from so new perspectives and directions that he had not considered before.
When it was ti to part ways, the three of them were reluctant to leave. They made plans to get together again when they had free ti and then parted with difficulty.
Upon returning to the villa, Xiao Yi imdiately sensed the presence of the Bone Tempering expert hidden between his and Shen Xiaoxiao’s villas again. However, this ti, he did not nod in acknowledgnt.
Once he was back at the villa, he took a quick shower and began his cultivation.
Now, Xiao Yi did not waste any ti after returning to the villa. Whenever he was ho and had free ti, he would focus all his energy on cultivating, striving to improve his strength every second.
As the number of enemies increased, he had to continue enhancing his power to ensure his safety.
This session of cultivation lasted until the next morning when the sky showed the first hint of dawn and the sun struggled to rise above the eastern horizon. It was then that he slowly awoke from his ditation.
Upon opening his eyes, Xiao Yi felt refreshed and invigorated, experiencing an indescribable sense of exhilaration!
After entering the Third Layer of the Carefree True Scripture and benefiting greatly from the mysterious monk’s transformation of his ridians, his cultivation speed had beco incomparable to before.
Although he had just entered the Initial Tier of the Condensation period, his realm had already taken a huge leap forward. At this mont, he felt confident that he could face any expert at the sa tier without any issues. His understanding of his realm had beco more solid, and his cultivation power was gradually accumulating.
More importantly, his grasp of this realm was very firm, and his understanding of manipulating the strength of this realm had deepened significantly!
After enjoying a refreshing cold shower, he entered the kitchen and prepared himself a sumptuous breakfast. After indulging his appetite, Xiao Yi grabbed his bag and headed towards Z University.
Even though he did not have class for the first period that morning, he still liked to arrive at the university early to stroll around the campus. He enjoyed the feeling of walking through the campus in the morning light, greeting the dawn.
He planned to loop around the campus, spend so ti in the library, and then head to his class.
Unfortunately, as the saying goes, plans can’t keep up with changes.
Just as he had barely reached the school gate, he received a call from Fatty Tang.
"Hello? Fatty, why are you looking for so early?"
Seeing the caller ID, Xiao Yi was startled. As far as he knew, based on Fatty Tang’s habits, he would still be in bed at this ti, and he would definitely not wake up early unless he had class. This habit hadn’t changed even after he t Li Ling.
"Boss, are you up yet?"
Fatty Tang’s voice sounded very downbeat and slightly hoarse, as if he had just been crying. It did not sound like him at all.
"Get up, we’re almost at school. Fatty, what’s wrong with you?"
Xiao Yi thought of Li Ling’s situation and felt his heart sink, his voice becoming sowhat urgent.
"Boss, I’m at the entrance of the bar on Xinghua Road by the west gate of our school. Do you have ti? Co and have a few drinks with ."
Fatty Tang’s voice was hoarse, and his tone carried a kind of dejection that had never before erged in him, an indescribable despondency.
"Alright, just wait for ."
At that mont, Xiao Yi didn’t hesitate at all, nodded, and added worriedly, "Fatty, just wait for , okay? I’ll be right there."
After hanging up the phone, his expression was one of hurried anxiety as he sprinted in the direction Fatty Tang had indicated, no longer caring to admire the morning light on campus or consider going to the school library.
His heart was filled with concern. From Fatty Tang’s tone just now, it was clear that his interaction with Li Ling had not gone particularly well; he apparently had not been successful in unraveling Li Ling’s inner conflicts.
He had never before heard such negativity in Fatty Tang’s voice; the situation had dealt a greater blow to Fatty Tang than he had imagined. Xiao Yi also didn’t know exactly how to comfort him and help him get through this, his mind endlessly searching for solutions as his footsteps quickened.
.........
As Xiao Yi hurried towards the bar Fatty Tang had ntioned, pondering how to comfort him and help him out of the darkness,
within the compound of the Provincial People’s Hospital, a solemn-looking, slightly heavy-set black rcedes-Benz slowly ca to a stop.
The car door opened, and Qian Fuyu, his face showing signs of exhaustion, hurriedly got out of the car and quickly walked around to the other side. He opened the door to carefully help out Qian Fuchen, who looked extrely weary, his face sallow.
"Third brother, be careful."
Watching his third brother in such a state of weakness, seeming as if the fla of his life could extinguish at any mont, Qian Fuyu couldn’t help but feel a surge of sorrow.
He rembered the burly man who had always stood behind him, who had shouldered everything for him, and who would rush to the frontline whenever soone bullied him.
After so many years of devoting himself to the Qian Family, how had he grown so fragile due to the tornt of his illness?
Qian Fuyu’s eyes moistened.
"Cough!"
Qian Fuchen covered his mouth and gently raised the handkerchief in his hand, coughing once as he wiped away a trace of blood, waved his hand to signal his brother, and slowly lifted his head, gazing at the building in front with a complex look in his eyes.
He was no stranger to this place; he had been here so many tis he had lost count, but never had his feelings been as complicated as they were this ti, nor had he ever co with such a purpose as he had now. (To be continued. If you like this novel, you are welco to co to Qidian (qidian) to cast your recomndation votes and monthly votes, your support is my greatest motivation.)
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