He had to treat Ye Xingchen well, after all, she was the boss's honored guest, and it was better to ignore such a distant relative.
He immediately ignored Zhou An and respectfully welcomed Ye Xingchen inside.
"Li Li, your dad's in the hospital, right? If I were you, I'd spend more time with him, since he doesn't have much time left." Ye Xingchen glanced at Li Li before leaving.
When Ye Xingchen saw Li's father last time, he knew that Li's tuberculosis had spread to his internal organs and that he didn't have much time left. After returning home, he went to the hospital.
"How did you know my dad was hospitalized?" Li Li and her daughter were shocked, but Ye Xingchen had already left.
The expressions on Zhou An's and the mother and daughter's faces were incredibly interesting. They just couldn't understand why these people cared so much about Ye Xingchen, this poor wretch.
"Li Jin must be crazy. He must have mistaken me for someone else," Zhou An said through gritted teeth.
“Yes, he must have mistaken me for someone else. Why is he being so respectful to this poor wretch?” Li Li was indignant, but then she became worried: “My father’s illness…”
"It's alright, I'll contact Jitong Hospital for you and find a specialist. Your dad will be fine," Zhou An quickly reassured him.
The Tianhai Banquet features ingredients like sea cucumber, deer tendon, matsutake mushrooms, and snow frog; a single meal there would likely cost an average person more than half a year's salary.
"Is this really a treat?" Qin Yue felt like she was dreaming; she would never have dared to dream of such a meal before.
"I did the owner here a small favor, so she treated me to a meal. Don't worry, it's free," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
The meal was quite enjoyable. At the end, Li Jin brought over a bottle of red wine for dessert and respectfully asked, "Mr. Ye, are you satisfied with today?"
"That's great, thank you Manager Li." Ye Xingchen nodded.
"No need to be so polite, it's all the best. Our CEO Ning would like to meet with Ye Xingchen alone," Li Jin said with a smile.
"I'll head back to Xingchen now." Qin Yue was very tactful.
"Okay, wait for me to get home." Ye Xingchen leaned close to her ear and breathed a warm breath on her.
Qin Yue, with her sensitive ears, almost cried out on the spot. She glared angrily at Ye Xingchen before standing up.
"Miss Qin, I've arranged a car to take you home now," Li Jin said quickly.
After Qin Yue left, Ye Xingchen met Ning Qingyan in her office.
Tianhai Banquet was also one of her properties, located in the same building as Jinghong Club. When Ye Xingchen saw Ning Qingyan, he could hardly breathe.
Wearing a burgundy slit dress that accentuates the beauty of her legs, and flesh-colored stockings that make her look even more sexy and alluring.
She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and smiled slightly at Ye Xingchen: "You're here? Sit down."
Ye Xingchen sat down opposite her, looking somewhat uneasy.
"Why are you so nervous? You weren't this reserved when you were flirting with me." Ning Qingyan giggled, her smile as alluring as the moon, her breath sweet as orchids.
"You've misunderstood me. I'm really not that kind of person," Ye Xingchen quickly explained. "I know a little about physiognomy and fortune telling."
"Then you really are my benefactor? Won't I be unable to live without you from now on?"
"That's really true." Ye Xingchen nodded.
"Haha." Ning Qingyan laughed even harder, straightening up: "Xin Xin is all better now, I really want to thank you properly."
How should I thank you?
How do you want me to thank you?
"How about... you repay me with your body?" Ye Xingchen chuckled.
"Pfft, alright, then we'll see if you can handle me." Ning Qingyan couldn't help but chuckle.
Suddenly, she frowned slightly and pressed her hand to her lower abdomen.
"Your period is here, does it hurt?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Mmm." Ning Qingyan's pretty face flushed slightly.
"Gong Han, come here, let me help you lie down." Ye Xingchen helped Ning Qingyan lie flat on the sofa.
Then he reached out his right hand and gently stroked her flat stomach, while a subtle force was passed over it.
The warm sensation made Ning Qingyan's icy lower abdomen feel hot instantly. She let out a soft moan, a seductive sound that made Ye Xingchen tremble. "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, it feels so good." Ning Qingyan blushed.
"Your hands and feet are cold on rainy days, and you have abdominal pain and a cold lower back when you have your period. These are signs of deficiency and cold. Let me massage you to warm your meridians, promote blood circulation, warm your uterus, and dispel cold."
As Ye Xingchen spoke, his hand slid down, feeling incredibly comfortable wherever it touched. Ning Qingyan closed her eyes, her delicate body trembling, and with a shiver, she was covered in fragrant sweat.
"Alright, I'll leave you a prescription to warm your uterus and dispel cold. Just take it for a week." Ye Xingchen reluctantly took his hand off her lower abdomen.
Hmm, even through the clothes, it was smooth and soft, making him a little reluctant to leave.
"I feel much better, thank you." Ning Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straight. "However, I would like to ask you for a favor."
"What's wrong?"
“An elder of mine is not feeling well and can’t seem to control himself. I would like to ask you to take a look at him,” Ning Qingyan said expectantly.
"Okay, how will you repay me?" Ye Xingchen chuckled.
"How about I repay you with my body?" Ning Qingyan said in a serious tone.
This time, it was Ye Xingchen's turn to feel ashamed.
Jicheng Hospital is the private hospital with the strongest medical resources in Ninghai. It can be called the aristocracy among hospitals. Of course, those who can see a doctor in this hospital are either rich or noble.
A young man pushes a wheelchair with an elderly man sitting in it, while an elderly man with white hair takes his pulse.
The white-haired old man was Xue Changchun, the renowned physician, while the old man in the wheelchair was Ning Chenghai, the head of the Ning family, a powerful clan in Tianhai.
After examining both hands, Xue Changchun sighed softly, his face showing difficulty.
"Mr. Xue, how is my grandfather's condition?" the young man behind the wheelchair asked anxiously.
“Old Ning, you’ve had impotence for over ten years. Now your blood vessels are stiff and your yin and yang are out of balance. My medicine and Qimen Nine Needles won’t be of much use to you anymore,” Xue Changchun sighed.
"Old Xue, you really have to think of a way!" the young man said anxiously.
“Ning Xin, life and death are predestined and cannot be forced. Lao Xue, we’ve been friends for decades, just tell me how much time I have left.”
Old Master Ning smiled slightly. At his level and at his age, he had already taken a detached view of life and death.
"It could take half a year at most, or three months at least." Old Xue shook his head and sighed slightly. "It's a pity. If I had reached the level of Qi-transferring and soul-locking, I could have extended Old Xue's life by at least five years with the Nine Needles of Qimen."
"If I had another three years, I could have led the Ning family to another level, from a wealthy family to a prestigious clan. It's a pity, I'm afraid I won't be able to reach that point." Old Master Ning shook his head regretfully.
"Elder Xue, you are the King of Medicine, can't you even reach the level of transferring qi and locking the soul?" Ning Xin asked expectantly.
"If you can't reach that level, you can use your Qi to guide the needle and let your mind follow the method. This is the legendary realm of acupuncture, which requires extremely high medical talent."
Old Master Xue shook his head: "Reaching this level means you can lock souls and revive the dead, which is no different from being a god. I've only heard my master talk about it, but I've never seen it."
"I even doubt that this realm does not exist at all, but is just some conjecture of the ancients."
As soon as the ward door opened, Ning Qingyan appeared with Ye Xingchen. Ye Xingchen said, "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
"Sister?" Ning Xin's face lit up with joy.
"Don't call me that, I'm not your sister." Ning Qingyan's expression changed from her usual smiling face to a slightly tense one: "Grandpa, I've brought a gentleman who knows traditional Chinese medicine. He'll take a look at you."
"You're so thoughtful. Ever since your mother passed away and your father remarried, you've left the Ning family and never come back. Today you've finally come back to see this old man," Old Man Ning chuckled.
"However, Elder Xue said that I have at most six months to live. He is the king of medicine in this world. You can forget about this young man you brought."
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