Madam Deng looked aggrieved and said, "I just don't understand why you lied. Aren't you worried about Yan Jiao at all?"
"This is the Right Chancellor's order, what can I do?"
Seeing tears in his wife's eyes, Deng Fugui sighed, sat down beside her, patted her back, and said softly, "The Right Prime Minister said he will definitely find Yan Jiao for us, but he wants us to keep the news of Yan Jiao's disappearance a secret for now. How could the Right Prime Minister's words be false? Don't worry, our daughter will be alright."
Mrs. Deng asked, "Do you really trust him that much? What if our daughter... our daughter is gone?!"
Deng Fugui said with a determined look in his eyes, "Since the Right Prime Minister dares to agree, then we must see him alive or dead!"
"It's all my fault for not watching her properly, sob sob sob..." Madam Deng threw herself into Deng Fugui's arms.
"Madam, please relax and don't make yourself sick."
Deng Fugui stroked his wife's back, hope burning in his eyes, and said, "Do you remember when Yanjiao was born, we had a master tell her fortune? The master said that Yanjiao was destined for wealth and would definitely marry into the most powerful family and become a wealthy and noble lady! She hasn't been wealthy and noble yet, so how could anything happen to her?"
Yanchuan City.
Elegant Manor.
Zhao Cheng lay back on the recliner, listening to Yuan Fei's report.
"Deng Yanjiao really went back?"
Yuan Fei nodded and said, "That's what Wu Sisi said."
Zhao Cheng asked, "Did she see Deng Yanjiao's people?"
Yuan Fei said, "No, Deng Yanjiao went out for a trip, but she made an appointment with Deng Fugui to arrange a meeting between them when Deng Yanjiao returns."
Zhao Cheng fell into deep thought and said, "If we haven't seen the person, it doesn't count."
Yuan Fei asked doubtfully, "Shouldn't Deng Fugui lie about something that concerns his own daughter?"
"I don't know." Zhao Cheng glanced at the sky and said, "But I still don't believe it."
...
March has arrived in the blink of an eye.
The weather was fine and sunny.
Yanchuan Square has taken shape, Yanchuan Supermarket has opened one after another, and the Medical Museum has been completed.
Zhao Cheng, in the name of Shi Minghua, issued a wide call for volunteers, and in an instant, doctors from all over the world and people from all walks of life who aspired to become doctors gathered in Yanchuan City.
Not only people from Jingguo, but also people from Nanzhou and Houcang came to visit, and even people from the Western Regions were attracted.
The number of people who came exceeded Zhao Cheng and Shi Minghua's expectations.
Zhao Cheng gave Shi Minghua a thumbs up, marveling at how the reputation of the "Divine Physician of Jinghai" was truly well-deserved.
So the two adjusted their plan, increasing the difficulty of the selection, but in the end, the number of people who stayed to study at the medical school still exceeded five hundred.
Of course, considering the interests of the empire, Zhao Cheng kept a close watch behind the scenes, setting much higher standards for foreign students. In the end, fewer than fifty foreign students remained.
The medical academy selects students once a year. If 500 new students are added each year, the graduates of the medical academy will become the most powerful medical force for the next few decades. It is not impossible that one or two more Jinghai Divine Doctors will emerge.
Yuan Zhang and Wang Ren both contributed money. They will take a group of graduates with them, another group from the Minghua Medical Clinics located in various places, and the rest will be scattered in various places to benefit the people.
When Zhao Chenggang proposed establishing a medical center, Shi Minghua didn't think much of it until she saw these eager students. Only then did she realize that she was doing something earth-shattering.
Like penicillin, this event will ensure her lasting fame and benefit future generations.
But she knew in her heart that although the credit for penicillin was given to her, it was actually Zhao Cheng's contribution.
Establishing the medical center and becoming its head, where she imparted medical knowledge, was truly her contribution.
This finally made Shi Minghua determined to settle down in Yanchuan City and vow to dedicate his life to this great cause!
The Anecdotes Society was equally lively, as the selection process for the second batch of members of the Anecdotes Flying Team had begun.
Unlike the first time, this time Yuan Fei was not the only instructor.
And there's Atao.
During the battle at Mujing Bay, Luo Ying commented on A Tao, saying, "Your agility is only slightly inferior to mine, and your lightness skill is only slightly inferior to Liu Ling's."
Yuan Fei's lightness skill is comparable to Liu Ling's, while A Tao's is naturally inferior. However, with her skill in lightness skill, she is fully qualified to be an instructor for the flying team students.
Most importantly, while teaching light footwork, Atao also teaches the flight team students some combat techniques.
And this is precisely Yuan Fei's weakness!
So while Atao was teaching the students combat techniques, Yuan Fei was also secretly learning them.
The first batch of trainees were the veterans, so their status was naturally the highest.
However, it is obvious to the naked eye that the overall quality of the second batch of trainees will be stronger than that of the first batch.
After a day as an instructor, Atao fell in love with the job and enjoyed the feeling of being a teacher.
From then on, she was no longer just a guard and maid, but an indispensable part of the Anecdotes Society.
Years later, these intelligence elites who emerged from the Yiwen Society will forever remember three words—
Instructor Peach!
"Truth is life!"
"Truth is life!!"
"Truth is life!!!"
Watching the trainees take their oath, Zhao Cheng was very satisfied with the current state of Yiwen Society. Although Yuan Fei failed to win Liu Ling's heart, the treasure that was by his side, A Tao, had been discovered.
Zhao Cheng spent several days in the city making arrangements for his business. After that, he packed up some of his signature dishes from the Oriental Restaurant and took them home. He then invited Zhao Huan to the Fish Viewing Pavilion for drinks.
Although the weather in March is still a bit cool, it is no longer cold.
The father and son ate and drank in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"Let me tell you, if nothing unexpected happens, Chunqin and Cai'e are both carrying girls," Zhao Huan said while eating fish and chatting about everyday things.
Zhao Cheng poured wine for Zhao Huan and said, "Old man, you know about this?"
Zhao Huan said, "You can tell by the shape of the belly. When your mother was pregnant with you four brothers, I said it would be a son every time before she gave birth, and I was right every time. What's going on with you and Xiao Nuo? Why hasn't she shown any signs of labor yet?"
Zhao Cheng said, "Old man, you changed the subject way too fast, didn't you?"
"I'm asking you a question!"
"I've been working as usual, what can I do if she's not pregnant?"
"How about we ask Shi Minghua to get us some medicine?"
Sweat beaded on Zhao Cheng's forehead as he said, "I'm still young, I don't need these things..."
Zhao Huan said, "You are young, that's true, but you have a lot of wives!"
Zhao Cheng said, "Judging from your tone, you seem quite envious?"
"Pah!" Zhao Huan picked up another piece of fish and put it in his mouth, tossed his long hair, and said, "I don't care about being so tired."
Zhao Cheng raised his wine glass and clinked it with Zhao Huan's. He stared at the setting sun for a moment, then said, "Old man, there's something I want to discuss with you."
Zhao Huan said, "Speak up. We've got wine and fish to serve you. I knew you had something to say."
Zhao Cheng leaned forward and said to Zhao Huan, "Give me a share of the iron ore business in Lingshan."
Bang!
Zhao Huan slammed the wine glass down.
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