Chapter 68: Hosting the Recovery Banquet
Everyone’s eyes held reverence; people are instinctively drawn to scholars and doctors, harboring a sense of admiration for them.
Amidst the crowd, a middle-aged man who had remained silent cleared his throat and clapped his hands. “Since Dad is on the mend, we must host a banquet to celebrate.”
This speaker was Duan Xiuhou, the eldest son of the Duan family, father of Duan Xingye, and elder brother to Duan Feihan.
Everyone nodded in agreement. In Haicheng, countless people were waiting for Old Master Duan to die, eager to witness his downfall. A banquet to celebrate his recovery would surely enrage them.
Just moments ago, Old Master Duan had nearly believed Liu Zhen would kill him with her needles. Now, his heavy body felt much lighter, and his spirits lifted. He laughed, “Good, let’s have a banquet.”
The eldest son watched his father’s expression, then grinned and added, “Dad, at the banquet I’ll introduce you to a young man, about the same age as Xingye, but far more accomplished.”
Everyone was immersed in the joy of Old Master Duan’s imminent recovery, paying little heed to the mention of an exceptional young man.
Standing outside the crowd with a radiant smile was Tong Yunrou. With Old Master Duan recovering, Duan Xiuqi would have no reason to delay the wedding— even Heaven itself seemed to be aiding her.
A phone call came. Tong Yunrou’s expression shifted as she carefully stepped outside, answering in a low voice, “Did you find out? Who is it? Where?”
The debt collection bill from Bai Chu had been sent by courier. With real-name registration required for deliveries, finding the sender wasn’t difficult.
The person on the other end spoke a name, and Tong Yunrou’s face twisted into a puzzled expression. “Who did you say? Qi Mo, eldest young master of the Qi family?”
Tong Yunrou was utterly confused. How could Bai Chu, that woman, be connected to Qi Mo?
Perhaps ordinary people didn’t know who Qi Mo was, but everyone had heard of the Qi family, one of the eight great families of China, and certainly the famous Moyun cell phone.
Qi Mo was the head of the Qi family, a figure as elite as the fourth master of the Duan family.
How could a woman like Bai Chu possibly know someone from the Qi family?
“Miss Tong, what are you talking about? Qi Mo?” Suddenly, a low, harp-like voice sounded behind her. Tong Yunrou’s legs nearly buckled in fright as she hurriedly turned around.
Duan Feihan stood three meters behind, the evening sunlight gilding his shoulders as if he wore a mantle of gold.
Tong Yunrou nearly fainted from fear—she’d heard that the fourth master was also privately searching for Bai Chu. Forcing a smile, she said, “Oh, it’s nothing. Xiuqi’s endorsement for Moyun cell phones was revoked, and I heard Moyun is Qi Mo’s brand.”
She quickly changed the subject. “Fourth Master, why are you outside? Shouldn’t you be with Old Master?”
Duan Feihan replied calmly, “Father is about to recover. I wanted to call and thank Doctor Bai.”
Tong Yunrou smiled and nodded, inwardly at a loss for words. That high school girl named Bai Chuwei might know some medicine, but surely she couldn’t be the revered founder.
The title ‘Founder’ carries enormous weight. In the two thousand years of Chinese medical history, perhaps only Shennong himself could claim such a name. How could a young girl bear the title of Founder?
Elder Liu’s mind was not clear, and she wondered what possessed the fourth master to think so.
Tong Yunrou hastily departed. Duan Feihan took out his black phone and dialed a number...
The Bai Family
On the third floor, a small attic stood with its windows open, letting the spring breeze flow in.
At the desk by the window sat a beautiful young girl, a small pair of scissors in hand, leisurely snipping tiny paper figures. She murmured to herself, “My little darlings, remember to do my homework for me.”