"Even if you were willing to shout, how would we students, and your disciples and followers, feel?! Could they possibly understand?"

Faced with Han Xizhao's sharp and stern questioning, Jiang Qingmiao was unable to answer for a moment.

After a long silence, Jiang Qingmiao finally sighed helplessly.

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Han Xizhao gritted his teeth and said resolutely to Jiang Qingmiao.

"Teacher, just pretend today's events never happened! If the Pei family needs your help in the future, you can help them then. At that time, it will be perfectly legitimate for you to ask to see the person who performed the surgery, and it won't be embarrassing for you!"

"Someone of your status should be the one asking for favors, not the other way around! If word gets out, how will you maintain your standing in the medical field?"

That is indeed the case.

Jiang Qingmiao remained silent for a while before slowly nodding.

"Alright, what you said makes sense, let's do it your way!"

The car resumed its journey on the road, heading towards the airport.

...

Meanwhile, in the hospital ward, Pei Fengzhi held Ye Ningwan, who had fallen asleep in his arms, and gently patted her back.

The person in the story curled up like a cat, just like a soft little kitten, and would unconsciously rub against people while sleeping.

Pei Fengzhi gently stroked Ye Ningwan's soft and delicate cheeks, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

He quietly leaned down, getting closer and closer to Ye Ningwan's sleeping face, his thin, cold lips almost touching her luscious lips.