"Qiani??" Liu Wentian's heartbeat accelerated for a mont.
Just as Liu Wentian was sowhat distracted, Sheng Qiani continued, "Liu Wentian, although there's a problem with your body, I will certainly find a way to cure it together with you. Moreover, actually, even if life lacks that kind of thing, it doesn't an despair. I believe that true love will not be affected by that problem!!"
"What's wrong with my body?? Why did you suddenly start talking about love? Dr. Sheng, ah, Qiani, what are you really talking about??" Liu Wentian felt like he was about to be confused.
True love won't be affected by that problem, could it be because I'm taking her to eat spicy hot pot tonight, so she thinks I'm poor, comforting herself that even poor people can find love??
Just as Liu Wentian wanted to ask, Sheng Qiani had already closed the door with a flushed face.
"Forget it, it's all so baffling."
Liu Wentian couldn't figure it out and didn't indulge in wild guesses. However, the evening turned out to be without Zi Qing, and no matter what, it was a feast for the eyes.
Although it was quite late, Sheng Qiani's place was not secluded, so Liu Wentian easily took a taxi back ho.
By the ti he got ho, it was already past ten, and to his surprise, Fan Xiaoyu and Zi Qing were still up, watching TV in the living room. ngng and Keko weren't seen, presumably asleep already.
When Fan Xiaoyu saw Liu Wentian enter, her face turned red all of a sudden, and without a word, she retreated to her own room, giving off a sense of fleeing in haste.
"Uh..."
Liu Wentian was startled, then understood that it must have been because he had carried her back when she was drunk, and had taken off her clothes to wipe her down, which led to her waking up in just her underwear, causing a misunderstanding.
It seed necessary to find the ti to properly explain.
Zi Qing was very happy to see Liu Wentian, and with a shy tone, she said, "Brother Tian, you're back."
She looked like a young wife who had been waiting a long ti for her husband to co ho.
"Yes, I'm back." Liu Wentian smiled.
Then he proceeded to give Zi Qing an acupuncture treatnt and told her that she would soon be able to go to school. Having been previously sponsored by the orphanage, Zi Qing had also received nine years of compulsory education, so he planned to enroll her in high school from the first year.
Zi Qing seed very happy, but she still appeared to be deep in thought, her face always slightly red, and she kept saying she would study hard to get into a good university.
The next morning, Liu Wentian went out early to practice cultivation, and ngng and Keko, the two little girls, followed behind him, imitating his movents in a comical yet earnest fashion.
Smiling, Liu Wentian taught them a few simple techniques. Although the two little girls couldn't even be considered amateurs, by then they probably had no problem taking on their kindergarten classmates.
After breakfast, around 8:30 am, Liu Wentian received a phone call from Sheng Qiani, asking him to wait for her at the entrance.
It wasn't long before Sheng Qiani arrived in her Porsche. Upon seeing Liu Wentian, her face was slightly flushed, but she made no ntion of the previous night's events.
In the car, Sheng Qiani gave Liu Wentian a brief rundown of the patient's condition.
The patient's na was Zhu Wenhai, the chairman of Wenhai Group, a comrcial battleship of Shenming City with a fortune of several hundred billion. He was on par with Bai Zhongzhou, the chairman of Feige Entertainnt.
Moreover, Zhu Wenhai had another identity; he was the cousin of the old Han Wuhuan from the City Committee. Therefore, although he kept a low profile, he had a pivotal position in the business community of Shenming City.
An hour later, Sheng Qiani drove to a villa complex in the suburbs. Each villa here had its private courtyard. Without a doubt, in the outrageously expensive Shenming City, those who lived here were undoubtedly at the very top of Shenming City's social pyramid.
After Sheng Qiani parked her car and registered, they drove to Villa No. 7. Before they could ring the bell, the gate had already opened automatically, clearly monitored by surveillance equipnt.
A tall and thin middle-aged man with a sowhat haughty expression ca out from the house. This man was Zhu Wenhai's butler, Li Qing. As the saying goes, a gatekeeper to a pri minister holds the rank of a seventh-grade official. Although he was just a butler, his power was not small, and many people flattered him in normal tis.
Li Qing sized up the two people and was sowhat dazzled when he saw Sheng Qiani, but his tone was still very arrogant, "Are you two also here to treat my master?"
These two days, many had co after the million-dollar reward, but in the end, most of them had no real skills, and he had beco sowhat impatient with the pretenders.
"That's right," Liu Wentian replied briefly.
Seeing that it was Liu Wentian who answered, Li Qing understood it was this young man who ca to treat the illness. If it had been said that the blonde beauty beside him had co to treat the illness, he might have believed it because he could tell that Sheng Qiani seed like she had studied in top-tier schools and had an air of one who had returned from overseas; she should have so skill.
But to say that this young man in outdated clothes and a re youngster would treat his master, he was sowhat disdainful. He had seen many skilled people with his master, but no matter how he looked, Liu Wentian did not have the slightest appearance of soone with ability. Your journey continues on empire
"If you're here to treat the illness, then which dical college did you graduate from? The Imperial Capital dical University, Yale dical School in the United States, or so other?" Li Qing challenged.
Liu Wentian felt sowhat baffled by the interrogation, "I didn't graduate from these schools; I'm a practitioner of Traditional Chinese dicine that relies on ancestral dical skills."
"Ha!" Li Qing let out a cold laugh, "Traditional Chinese dicine? You're barely in your twenties, hardly any facial hair, and you're telling you're a practitioner of Chinese dicine? Are you trying to fool ? You should return where you ca from, spend a good few decades studying, and then co back to treat people. Don't think that million is easy to earn. Although the reward is high, you need the skill to take it!"
Liu Wentian was suddenly ridiculed for no reason and was about to get angry when a beautiful woman in her thirties with an air of quality and attractive looks ca out from the house.
This beautiful woman was Zhu Wenhai's wife, Liu i.
Liu i sized up Liu Wentian and Sheng Qiani and then, puzzled, asked Li Qing, "Butler Li, what's going on? Are these two also here to treat Wenhai? Why haven't you invited them in?"
Li Qing's expression instantly changed from arrogance to obsequiousness, "Madam, these two people are here to treat the master as well. However, this young man claims he's a practitioner of Traditional Chinese dicine. These days, Chinese dicine practitioners are all charlatans. And with his age, how could he possibly have real skills? I was just about to send him away."
When Liu i heard that Liu Wentian was a practitioner of Chinese dicine, she also frowned slightly. In her eyes, those who were skilled in Chinese dicine were usually old n with grey hair; she also felt that Liu Wentian was unlikely to be able to cure her husband and was just attracted by the million-dollar reward.
However, deep down, she was hoping that soone could cure her husband's illness. After so thought, she still said, "It's okay, since they've co, let them in and have a try."
Just as the group was about to enter, a BMW car approached and stopped at the gate. A middle-aged man in his forties got out of the car.
Upon seeing this man, Li Qing's face showed delight, and he said to Liu i, "Madam, this is the person I ntioned to you before, my cousin, Li Qihui."
Upon hearing this, Liu i's face brightened, and she quickly went to greet him.
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