"I'm old, and I know my body can't hold on for a long time."
Master Su's tone was not melancholy. At his age, he had already seen through life and death, so he said earnestly, "It doesn't matter if I die. After living for so many years, there is nothing that I can't see through. Money, power, fame, and profit can't be brought with us when we are alive, and we can't take them with us when we die. We fight for them all our lives, but when we die, we are just a handful of soil. The only thing I can't let go is the foundation of the Su Family. People often say that everything is prosperous in a harmonious family. If our family can't unite, how can we carry forward the Su Family?"
"Grandpa, you're right. I will listen to your teachings and keep it in mind!"
Su Xu lowered his head respectfully and answered. From an angle that Master Su could not see, a trace of disdain flashed across his seemingly gentle eyes.
"Old thing, the unity you want to see will never happen. I'd like to see how Su Zhengnan, the good-for-nothing Patriarch, can protect his daughter."
Master Su was old and shrewd. How could he not see through his hypocrisy? He waved his hand with flagging interest. "I'm tired. You can go."
"Yes, great grandpa. Have a good rest. I'll come to see you when I'm free."
Su Xu stood up, bowed slightly respectfully, turned around, and disappeared into the night.
"Alas!"
Master Su closed his eyes tiredly and let out a helpless sigh, which echoed in the night sky for a long time.
Yangui Hall was a very famous clinic in Yan Jing. Its boss, Yan Xun, was famous for his unpredictable Seven Needles of Yangui and had the reputation of the King of Yan Needles.
His son, Yan Ping, was as his name suggested, with mediocre aptitude and did not inherit the unique skill passed down from his ancestors. Every day, he could only play the role of the manager of Yangui Hall as his assistant.
However, his grandson, Yan Hao, was very talented. He began to practice needles at the age of three. At the age of 25, he had learned 70% of Yan Xun's skills and had the reputation of the Little King of Needles, which made Yan Xun very comfortable and proud.
Because of the reputation of Yangui Hall, there were a lot of patients coming to Yangui Hall on weekdays. Every day, the clinic would not close until eight o 'clock in the evening.
But before seven o 'clock tonight, Yangui Hall had closed its door early and refused to see any guests, making the patients who had finally queued up to see a doctor complain and refuse to leave for a long time. After several doctors tried their best to persuade them that there were distinguished guests and that the King of Needles had to entertain them and promised to give them priority to see patients tomorrow, they left reluctantly.
"Okay, I will be right."
In the backyard of Yangui Hall, Yan Hao hung up the phone and sneered with arrogance. "Even my grandfather doesn't dare to use the title of miracle-working doctor. A student of Ninghai Medical College dares to call himself a miracle-working doctor. If my grandfather hadn't taught me that medical skills should be used to save people, not to compete with each other, I would have gone to Ninghai to trample on him. Now this guy comes to me. I'd like to see what this little miracle-working doctor is capable of."
Yan Hao had also seen the video that went viral on the Internet, but he did not believe it at all. He believed that Ding Ning and Diannan Hospital were deliberately hyping it up. Otherwise, how could a student do something that even his grandfather could not do?
He became famous at a young age and was flattered all day, so he was inevitably proud and arrogant. Naturally, he couldn't bear to see that others were better than him, the Little King of Needles.
He had been in contact with Zhao Zifeng for a long time. Once, after drinking, he had drunkenly said that Ding Ning was a good-for-nothing, a liar who deceived the world and sought fame by claptrap. If he met Ding Ning, he would definitely expose his true colors.
At this moment, when he heard Zhao Zifeng say that Ding Ning had come to Yan Jing and was having a banquet in Shengzeyuan, he immediately promised to rush there immediately and couldn't wait to trample on the liar. He believed that after tonight, there would be no Little Miracle-working Doctor in the world, and only his name, Little King of Needles, would be known.
However, after hanging up the phone, he remembered that there seemed to be a distinguished guest at home today. Even his grandfather had to treat him with respect.
This made him, who had always respected his grandfather like a deity, feel a little uncomfortable in his heart. Wasn't it just a man and a woman who were about his age? How could they deserve such humble treatment from his grandfather?
But his grandfather seemed to see through his mind and secretly scolded him sternly that he should not be rude. Although these two people were young, they had distinguished identities and must be treated with respect.
Although he agreed verbally, he was extremely dissatisfied in his heart. Taking the opportunity of answering the phone, he stayed in the yard. Looking up at his grandfather and father, who were respectfully talking to the man and the woman, he felt even more uncomfortable and couldn't help snorting coldly, turning around and walking out.
"Yan Xun, your grandson has a bad temper."
The young man sitting at the head of the table said indifferently. His tone carried a sense of superiority and arrogance.
With a pale face, Yan Xun pulled his son Yan Ping to kneel on the ground with a "plop" and kowtowed repeatedly. "Honorable Envoy, please forgive me. I haven't told Yan Hao the identity of Honorable Envoy. He didn't mean to be disrespectful to Honorable Envoy, and I am willing to accept your punishment."
The man said sternly with a serious face, "Yan Xun, in these years, I think you have lost your mind because you are called the King of Needles, and you have forgotten where your medical skills come from, haven't you? As the grandson of a servant of our Holy Medical Family, you dare to be disrespectful to the Inspector Heavenly Ambassador. You deserve to die. "
"Honorable Envoy, please spare my life. I will never forget the kindness of the Holy Medical Family to our Yan Family. I am worried that Yan Hao is young and impetuous, and he will spill the beans and expose the relationship between our Yan Family and the Holy Medical Family, so I didn't tell him the identity of Honorable Envoy. Please spare Yan Hao for once for the sake of my loyalty for so many years. I am willing to offer 100 million more offerings to show my filial respect to Honorable Envoy."
Yan Xun begged with tears, knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, and blood oozed out of his forehead. He knew that the hierarchy of the Holy Medical Family was strict and how strict the rules were. He secretly regretted that he didn't tell Yan Hao the origin of the medical skills of the Yan Family earlier, which made him recklessly make a big trouble.
The woman, who had been looking on coldly at the side, could not bear it and said softly, "Senior Brother Yan, Yan Hao is young and ignorant. Please spare him this time."
"Since Junior Sister Qingyun has spoken, I will let it go this time, but if it happens again, I will not spare him."
Senior Brother Yan did not intend to do anything to Yan Hao. After all, the sect still needed to rely on these industries supported by the secular world to make money, and Yangui Hall was one of the industries with relatively high income. Yan Xun's reputation had also been established, and it could be said that he was rolling in money. It was not so easy to support a person to take care of the secular industry again, and he would not be so stupid to force Yan Xun to quit.
What he did just now was just to give him a warning, lest he lose his awe, and at the same time, to let this little junior sister apprentice, who had just joined the sect, see the prestige of the sect. Now that the goal was achieved, Yan Xun was very sensible and was willing to offer him 100 million, and his junior sister apprentice interceded for him, so he naturally followed the trend and gave both sides a way out.
The 100 million fell into his private pocket, and Senior Brother Yan was secretly happy. The poor studied and the rich learned martial arts. Even though he was an Ancient Warrior, he still needed a lot of money to buy rare treasures.
"Thank you, Distinguished Envoy, thank you!"
As if he had been pardoned, Yan Xun kowtowed again and again.
"Get up!"
Senior Brother Yan, who seemed to be the master of life and death, ordered indifferently.
"Yes, Distinguished Envoy!"
With the help of Yan Ping, Yan Xun stood up shakily and gratefully bowed to Junior Sister Qingyun to express his gratitude.
Then he turned around and ordered Yan Ping sternly, "Call that unfilial son and ask him to come here immediately to apologize to Distinguished Envoy!"
"Yes, Father!"
Yan Ping shivered all over, bowed to Senior Brother Yan and Junior Sister Qingyun, and rushed out in a hurry.
"Distinguished Envoys, I don't know what kind of food you like. I'll ask someone to book a table."
Yan Xun had white hair, and there were still beads of blood in the bruises on his forehead. Looking quite pitiful, he stood respectfully and asked.
"I don't care. Junior Sister Qingyun, what do you like to eat?"
Senior Brother Yan had been practicing in seclusion in the sect all year round, so he was not particular about food, but Junior Sister Qingyun was a foodie. In the past few days, under her leadership, he had been full of good food and had become picky. At this moment, he looked at her expectantly.
"I remember that I went to a restaurant called Shengzeyuan a few years ago. The first-class official swallow, shark's fin, braised sea cucumber with scallions, fish maw with chicken sauce, stewed skirt edge, braised mullet eggs, and braised osmanthus fish tasted very good, and the environment was excellent. I don't know if it is still open now."
After thinking for a while, Junior Sister Qingyun answered as if she was familiar with it, and she subconsciously swallowed her saliva, seeming to think of the delicious food there.
"Yes, it is. Shengzeyuan is a time-honored restaurant. Although it has been acquired and the owner has changed, the chef is still the same, and the taste of the dishes remains the same. Besides, after the renovation, the environment is more elegant than before. I'll call to book a table now."
Yan Xun had been in Yan Jing for a long time, so he was no stranger to Shengzeyuan. He hurriedly took out his phone to book a table to atone for his mistake.
Unexpectedly, Yan Ping's call came in before he could dial the number. As soon as he pressed the answer button, Yan Ping's exasperated voice came, "Dad, Yan Hao, that little bastard, refused to come back even if you beat him to death."
Yan Xun's face darkened, but before he could get angry, Yan Ping continued to say, "He said that he was going to Shengzeyuan to compete in medical skills with someone. Before I finished speaking, he hung up the phone. I called him again, but he didn't answer the phone. Now he is driving there. When I find him, I will go back immediately."
"Don't, don't come back. It just so happens that I'm going to take the distinguished envoy to Shengzeyuan for dinner. You can go to arrange a table in advance."
Yan Xun felt relieved. As long as he could find Yan Hao in Shengzeyuan, he could ask him to make amends to the two ambassadors. Presumably, he would pass this hurdle.
But when he thought of the extra 100 million, he felt so distressed that his heart was bleeding. Although Yangui Hall made money, it had to pay tribute to the Holy Medical Family every year, so there was not much left.
The 100 million was his private money, which he had saved by going to rich and noble families to treat patients for several years. It was gone at once. How could he not feel distressed?
But as long as he could save his grandson's life, he had to spend no matter how much money it was. This made him lament in his heart. "Yan Hao has been spoiled by me. He is so proud and arrogant that he doesn't know how to show respect at all. He almost brought disaster to the Yan Family."
Senior Brother Yan was an expert in the Sky Martial Arts Realm with amazing hearing. After getting the 100 million as tribute, he didn't care whether Yan Hao would make amends to him or not. Instead, he was interested in the medical skills competition that Yan Ping said. Seeing Yan Xun hang up the phone, he immediately asked, "Yan Xun, are there any medical masters in the secular world? Just now I heard that Yan Hao is going to compete in medical skills with someone? "
Yan Xun's heart tightened. He didn't expect that Senior Brother Yan's hearing was so good, but when he thought that Senior Brother Yan came from the Holy Medical Family and was an Ancient Warrior of a super sect, he immediately understood and said respectfully, "I don't know. Even if there are some people who are praised in the secular world, compared with the Holy Medical Family, they are like fireflies competing with the bright moon, not worth mentioning."
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