The woman was pretty, but nothing particularly special.
Only his eyes were clear and bright, leaving a deep impression on people.
But Lin Zhibai still felt a strange sense of familiarity.
"What do you want me to do?" Lin Zhibai asked.
“There’s a big charity gala in a few days. Young Master Lin must be a guest of honor, right? How about I go in with him?” the woman asked.
Lin Zhibai's eyes lit up: "What do you want to do?"
The charity gala she was referring to was a globally renowned event, and the invitees were all prominent figures.
Everyone entering the party must be registered; entry is strictly controlled.
If she causes trouble inside, he will be directly responsible.
"Don't worry, Young Master Lin," the woman raised an eyebrow slightly, "If I cause you any trouble inside, with your abilities, wouldn't you be able to find me?"
Seeing her clear eyes and gentle expression, Lin Zhibai instinctively felt that she had no ill intentions.
He was willing to agree, but it wasn't so easy for him to nod his head.
"You should treat my dad. You need to show some real skills so I feel it's worth helping you."
The Lin Zhibai of today is no longer as cold-faced and soft-hearted as before.
He was already outwardly arrogant but inwardly cold.
The woman glanced at him thoughtfully, her expression still aloof: "What's so difficult about that?"
The woman immediately took Lin's father's pulse and then had her assistant help him to the treatment bed.
She opened a rolled-up cloth bag, which was filled with silver needles of varying lengths and thicknesses.
"What do you plan to do?" Lin Zhibai asked.
In the past two years, he has seen many doctors administering acupuncture, but few have achieved good results.
“That’s complicated to explain,” the woman said. “You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.”
"I'm asking you, in the past two years, when you talk to your dad, has he ignored you at all?"
Lin Zhibai's heart skipped a beat; she was right.
"After the acupuncture today, call him again and he will respond."
Lin Zhibai was surprised and couldn't believe that it would have such a great effect.
However, the woman suddenly pulled the curtain shut, and her voice came through from behind it: "My acupuncture technique is a secret; you can't see it."
The assistant was about to step forward to stop him, but Lin Zhibai raised his hand to stop him.
"Go outside and wait." Lin Zhibai turned and walked out of the house.
The assistant caught up, saying worriedly, "We didn't see anything. What if she did something to the old man? We have no evidence at all!"
Lin Zhibai sighed softly: "Haven't we tried enough methods in the past two years?"
The assistant was speechless for a moment.
It's very cold when the snow is melting.
The cold air seeped into my bones.
Lin Zhibai seemed completely oblivious, pacing back and forth in the open space outside the house.
He was both worried that the woman was unreliable and hoping that his father would get better.
He was like a tightrope walker.
"Come in." Suddenly, the girl's voice rang out, bringing him down from the tightrope to the ground.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
Two assistants stepped forward first and carefully helped Mr. Lin back into his wheelchair.
Lin Zhibai approached, only to find his father still with his head down, looking no different from before.
"Try calling him," the girl urged.
Lin Zhibai pursed his lips nervously before finally managing to utter, "Dad, Dad?"
"dad?"
He saw his father's head move slightly.
He thought he was seeing things and wasn't sure.
However, the father's head moved even more dramatically, and then he slowly raised his face.
"Dad! Father!" Lin Zhibai was stunned, his hands trembling with excitement.
The assistant was also very excited, hoping that Mr. Lin would say something.
However, Lin's father only glanced at Lin Zhibai before lowering his eyes.
The assistant grew anxious and asked the woman, "Doctor, why isn't my husband saying anything?"
The woman carefully arranged the silver needles without looking up: "If one treatment restores you to normal, that's not medicine, that's theology."
The assistant was speechless.
This woman has a way of shutting people up.
Lin Zhibai quickly regained his composure and asked, "What's the next step in the treatment?"
The woman replied, "I will receive acupuncture for 15 consecutive days each month, and we will see the results after three months."
Lin Zhibai nodded: "Okay, tell my assistant your name, and the invitation to the charity gala tomorrow will be delivered to you."
The woman then looked up and said, "Deal."
Lin Zhibai got into the car and took the note handed to him by his assistant. The note had two words written in neat and beautiful handwriting: Hua Fei.
"We've already started investigating her background," the assistant said.
Lin Zhibai searched his memory. He grew up in this city and was quite familiar with the situation here.
But I've never heard of the "Hua" family.
Soon, the person conducting the investigation also sent a message, stating that they had investigated all families with the surname "Hua".
In a certain city in the south, there was a family surnamed "Hua" who had several doctors.
But they were all surgeons.
There is no medical tradition in my family.
It has never produced any famous doctors.
"Maybe they're just using a fake name," Lin's mother said casually, observing her husband's demeanor and growing happier with each glance.
"Her eyes are more lively than before, and her complexion is much better." Lin's mother nodded repeatedly.
"Son, as long as she can cure your father, who cares who she is?"
"Even if she's in trouble, we still have to protect her."
Lin Zhibai nodded and looked at his assistant: "Do as my mother says."
The assistant nodded and turned to leave.
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Lin's mother was overjoyed. She took a warm towel and, while wiping her husband's face, said, "Your third aunt is treating us to dinner tomorrow. Do you have time?"
Lin Zhibai nodded, "I'll have my assistant arrange the time."
In the past two years, his third aunt has taken good care of his father's illness, and Lin Zhibai did not want to go against her wishes.
The next day at noon, the girl delivered a package to Hua Fei.
"Dr. Hua, the invitation should have arrived."
Hua Fei looked away from the prescription and gestured for the girl to open the package.
Upon opening the package, the first thing you see is a layer of white protective film.
Opening the protective film revealed a burgundy envelope with gold foil trim.
"As expected of a world-class banquet, it's quite upscale." The girl stuck out her tongue.
Then, she took out the invitation and read aloud: "...Ms. Hua Fei is cordially invited to attend."
Hua Fei put down the prescription and took a deep breath.
The girl's bright eyes were filled with worry: "Dr. Hua, are you ready?"
Hua Fei was slightly lost in thought. "I've been preparing for this for a long time."
...
Lin Zhibai drove to the place his third aunt had arranged.
This is a Western restaurant in a bustling downtown area.
He has rarely come here in recent years. The area has changed quite a bit, and parking spaces are hard to find.
He regretted not having his assistant bring him over.
Finally, we found a parking space.
He had just stepped on the gas when a car suddenly sped out from the opposite direction, whizzed into the parking space he had chosen, and came to a steady stop.
Fortunately, he braked in time, otherwise he would have made contact with its tail.
This is really unreasonable!
But Lin Zhibai was too lazy to argue with the other party and prepared to turn around and look for the rear of the car.
At that moment, the car door opened, and a woman stepped out.
Lin Zhibai glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and was immediately stunned.
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