This made Hua ji realize that Yue Mingxuan was no ordinary person.
Thinking this, Hua Ji’s tone beca even more sincere. "Young Master, our Dongyue Hua family truly admires your learning and insight. We sincerely hope you can accept our invitation."
Seeing that Hua Ji’s attitude was so earnest, Yue Mingxuan could only take the bamboo ornant and with a hint of apology, he said, "I am usually very busy. I’m afraid I won’t be able to visit in the near future."
Hua Ji smiled. "That’s no problem. No matter when it is, as long as you show this ornant at our Dongyue Hua residence, you will be able to et our family head."
Yue Mingxuan put the ornant into his robe. "Then thank you for your kindness."
Seeing that Yue Mingxuan had accepted the ornant, Hua Ji clasped his hands in salute and without lingering any longer, he turned around and left.
At this mont, the waiter brought over the pork knuckles that Yue Mingxuan and Rong Qinglei had ordered.
The pork knuckles were a deep rich brown color and the fragrance spread through the air.
They were truly a rare and wonderful dish.
With such delicious food right in front of him, Yue Mingxuan imdiately threw himself into a "battle" with the food.
Seeing how happily Yue Mingxuan was eating, a faint smile curved at the corner of Rong Qinglei’s lips.
After a fierce round of eating, Yue Mingxuan quietly touched his own stomach.
This pork knuckle shop was even better than Longjing Manor.
After this al, he could probably skip dinner entirely.
Looking at the pile of bones in front of him, then at Rong Qinglei’s clean and tidy table, he suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. "Uh... sorry. Did I eat too much? Are you full? Should I order another portion for you?"
Rong Qinglei smiled and shook his head.
Compared to the stunning impression from their first eting under the moonlight, he liked the Yue Mingxuan before him now even more.
He smiled, got angry, felt shy, and ate in big mouthfuls.
All the people Rong Qinglei had ever seen combined could not compare to how wonderful this person was.
Yue Mingxuan glanced outside at the sky.
It was just past noon.
Thinking of his great plan to make money, he smiled at Rong Qinglei with a bit of embarrassnt. "Well... I still have things to do, so I need to go back to the clinic."
Rong Qinglei stood up. "I’ll walk you back."
He had only just begun to slowly ease the guard around this beautiful person’s heart.
If he rushed things now, it would only push him farther away.
There was no need to hurry; there was plenty of ti ahead.
As the two of them stood up and left the pork knuckle shop together, a black figure flashed past outside the shop.
Because the movent was too fast, neither of them noticed it.
On a cliff by the mountains outside the city, Shang Qinghua stood against the wind.
A mont later, a man in black knelt on one knee behind him. "Master, after that, they returned to the clinic."
Shang Qinghua did not turn around.
After a brief pause, he said, "You may go."
The black clad man moved and lightly landed on the nearest tree.
He was the shadow guard who had followed Shang Qinghua most closely since childhood.
Even his na existed for Shang Qinghua’s sake.
For decades, he had followed Shang Qinghua like a shadow and never leaving his side for even a mont.
Yet today, for the first ti, he had left his master’s side and it was to watch over a single person.
The shadow guard faintly felt that this person might hold an unusual aning for his master.
Thinking about how Yue Mingxuan had eaten with another man and, by sheer coincidence, had obtained the bamboo ornant of the Dongyue Hua family, he silently sighed.
Perhaps this was a case of one sided affection, where one’s feelings were deep but the other’s heart was unmoved.
At this mont, Yue Mingxuan and Rong Qinglei had just stepped through the doors of the clinic.
Since it was already past noon, most of the patients had already left.
Inside the clinic, the three elderly doctors were sitting together while drinking tea and discussing their experiences from seeing patients that day.
When they saw Yue Mingxuan enter, they quickly waved him over. "Xiaoming, how did things turn out with Mrs. Yang?"
After Yue Mingxuan took the tea that Xiao i handed to him, he replied, "It was more difficult than I expected."
His words imdiately stirred the interest of the three elderly doctors.
Yue Mingxuan’s dical skill was already on par with the young master of Silver Needle Sect and if one examined it carefully, his level was even slightly higher.
Yet even he described this case as difficult.
They could not help but regret that they had not followed along to take a look themselves.
At the insistence of the three old doctors, Yue Mingxuan had no choice but to recount the entire process of the house call in detail.
At the end, he said, "I brought back the corpse of the Lovesick Snake mother. Although this small creature carried deadly poison, it was loyal and faithful in love until the end. I plan to find a proper place to bury it."
The three elderly doctors exchanged glances.
When it ca to matters of love, they had already carefully observed Rong Qinglei.
This young man seed good in every way, except that he had been born with a heart illness.
It was likely he would not live long.
After thinking for a mont, one of the elders asked carefully, "Xiaoming, do you have any understanding regarding the treatnt of congenital heart disease?"
When Yue Mingxuan heard this question, he felt a bit confused.
Just now they had been talking about Mrs. yang’s case, so why had the topic suddenly shifted to congenital heart disease?
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