Urban Medical Immortal Dad Chapter 183: Zhou Residence1

Seeing his wife so excited, Mo Han naturally couldn’t dampen her spirits and imdiately nodded, "Okay, we’ll go have a look together tomorrow morning."

"Daddy, didn’t you promise to take to the amusent park tomorrow?" Mo Xiaochen suddenly pouted and said, "Liar..."

"Chen Chen, be good. We’ll go see the new house together tomorrow morning, and we’ll go to the amusent park in the afternoon, okay?" Mo Han put a piece of diced chicken on his daughter’s plate and said with a smile.

"That’s more like it." Mo Xiaochen nodded in satisfaction and quickly finished her al.

Luo Ning simply ate while taking out her phone and searching for real estate information nearby, deciding which community to visit tomorrow.

Ring ring ring...

Suddenly, Mo Han’s phone rang from his pocket. It was Tang Chuchu calling.

"Hello, Mister Mo, it’s six o’clock already. Why haven’t you co yet?"

It was then that Mo Han rembered he had promised Old Tang that he would go to the Zhou Residence to treat the Zhou Family Head, Zhou Zhishan.

"Oh, I’ll be there in a minute, I’m on my way now." Mo Han quickly nodded and then said to Luo Ning, "Ning’er, I have to go out for a bit."

"You’re going out this late? Don’t tell you’re going to et so little vixen?" Luo Ning teased on purpose.

"Not at all, it’s Old He, he’s got sothing for ." Mo Han found an excuse to reply.

"Okay, go ahead." Upon hearing it was He Chen, Luo Ning waved her hand and said, "Co back early."

"Yeah."

No sooner had Mo Han left the housing complex than a pink Bentley slowly drove up.

As the window rolled down, what first caught his eye was an astonishingly beautiful profile.

A woman dressed in a deep V-neck purple dress, lounging in the driver’s seat with her right hand propping up her cheek, said seductively, "Mister Mo, you really are forgetful. How could you forget sothing you’ve promised to soone?"

"Zhou... Miss Zhou? Why is it you?"

On a closer look, Mo Han recognized that this was none other than the Zhou Family’s Miss, Zhou Xintong. How did she know where I live?

Right, it must have been Tang Chuchu who told her.

Also, why is Miss Zhou dressed so boldly now and acting so gentle? She seems like a completely different person from the brash one I t at noon.

"Surprised?"

Zhou Xintong smiled playfully, a smile as beautiful and charming as peach blossoms in March.

Looking at this ravishingly beautiful woman before him, Mo Han’s expression montarily stiffened, and his breathing gradually beca sowhat labored.

During their first eting, Zhou Xintong had been dressed in sportswear, not revealing her exquisite figure.

But this ti, she was in a deep V-neck purple dress, and especially her pair of long, white legs—any normal man’s gaze would linger on them.

"Uh..."

Mo Han swallowed his saliva. "Let’s go."

"Did you get a leave from the ’boss’ at ho?"

Zhou Xintong smiled seductively, a smile that made Mo Han feel parched.

Mo Han took a breath and started running the Zi Xiao Divine Art, slowly suppressing the fire building up inside him.

Seeing how he quickly regained his composure, Zhou Xintong’s elegant brows knitted slightly, her lips curving up a bit. Just as Chu Chu had said, this Mister Mo indeed had so abilities.

"Miss Zhou, briefly tell about your grandfather’s condition. When exactly did he fall ill? Besides the sudden headache at noon, are there any other symptoms?"

Once in the car, Mo Han quickly changed the subject.

As soon as his illness was ntioned, the smile on Zhou Xintong’s face slowly faded. She gripped the steering wheel and pressed the accelerator to the floor, the car roaring off.

"The specific ti should be five days ago, one evening."

Zhou Xintong said as she drove, recalling the event, "That night around eight or nine o’clock, I was playing with my phone in my room when I suddenly heard shouting outside."

"I followed the direction of the voices and saw grandfather holding his head in pain, rolling on the ground."

"It took a while for him to return to normal, but then the next day at noon, he began to suffer from headaches again, especially around noon, which were extrely severe."

"I took my grandfather to the hospital for an examination, but despite all the scans taken, they revealed nothing."

Mo Han stroked his chin and thought hard. Clearly suffering from severe headaches, yet nothing showing up on the instrunts?

This illness really was strange.

"Has the patient exhibited any other abnormal behaviors?" Mo Han continued to ask with a frown.

"Abnormal behavior? No." Zhou Xintong thought for a mont and said, "However, a few days ago, several friends ca to visit grandfather, and grandfather seed quite respectful towards those people."

"But when I asked grandfather about their background, he told not to inquire."

In the ti it took to have this conversation, the car had arrived at a secluded estate—the Zhou Residence.

Like the Tang Family, the Zhou Family, one of the Four Great Families of Jiangling City, also chose a suburban area for their residence. The estate covered a wide area, and as the car entered the driveway, nurous servants and bodyguards stood in rows on both sides to welco them.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw an elderly man in a Tang suit coming towards him with about a dozen black-clad bodyguards surrounding him.

"Mister Mo, it’s been a while. All well I hope!"

Mo Han recognized the man at a glance—it was Old Tang, Tang Guowei, right?

"Old Tang, how have you been lately? By the way, where is Miss Chuchu? Why don’t I see her?"

"Thanks to Mister Mo, my health has improved a lot, though my throat’s been a bit itchy lately," Tang Guowei said with a smile. "That girl Chuchu got a call from that little girl Wen Biyu and went out."

He then lowered his voice and said, "The Wen Family’s scouts have found out that Nie Kuangtu is lurking in South City, and I wasn’t confident in that little girl Wen Biyu dealing with it, so I had Chuchu take over two hundred Hidden Guards and follow her there."