"Is this man’s dical skills truly more formidable than the National Doctor of the Mu Family?" Leng Pengzhan’s expression seed sowhat incredulous.
Leng Ruobing’s face tensed as she said, "No matter what, we must try as long as there is a glimr of hope."
"We should go back and discuss this with father and the rest before making a decision," Leng Pengzhan said with his eyes slightly narrowed.
At this mont, Ling Qingya looked at Ye Luo and asked, "Why are you so enthusiastic about Miss Leng’s brother?"
"You little vinegar jar, are you getting jealous again?" Ye Luo said with a smile, pinching Ling Qingya’s delicate nose.
Ling Qingya swatted away Ye Luo’s hand and rolled her eyes at him, saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? It’s all your fault. Who told you to be so popular with the ladies? Everywhere you go, there’s a bevy of won around you, and each one of them is so beautiful. If I don’t keep a close watch, what if you ’accidentally’ get involved with one of them?"
Ye Luo revealed a bitter smile, thinking to himself that he had already ’cheated’ with three, but of course, these were words he could never voice out loud.
"Miss Leng has saved several tis before; I suppose this is my way of repaying her. Besides, since I truly have a way to help her brother stand again, naturally, I would want to lend a hand," Ye Luo said.
Capital City, Leng Family.
Inside the Leng Family’s main hall, the Family Head, Leng Aofeng, sat in the highest seat, his gaze fixed on Leng Ruobing as he asked, "Ruo Bing, did you call here because there’s sothing you want to discuss?"
"Father, I called you here indeed because there is sothing I need to tell you—I just received news that soone can treat my brother’s injuries and restore him to health."
"What?" Leng Aofeng, upon hearing this, was startled and stood up abruptly, exclaiming, "Are you serious?"
"Of course," Leng Ruobing nodded.
At that mont, Leng Pengyu, who had just walked in, heard Leng Ruobing’s words; his expression tightened, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He glanced at Leng Pengzhan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, his expression sinking slightly as he walked over.
"Sister, where did you hear this from? Even the renowned National Doctor of the Mu Family can’t treat our brother’s conditions, saying he could only improve to his current state. How could there possibly be a cure? Sister, you haven’t been deceived by a swindler, have you? I know you care a lot about our brother, but you can’t make rash decisions because of anxiety," he said calmly.
Leng Pengyu said, his voice steady.
"Pengyu is right. Ruo Bing, surely you weren’t deceived, were you? Even the National Doctor couldn’t cure Pengzhan’s injuries; could there really be soone in Huaxia whose dical skills surpass those of the National Doctor? That’s simply impossible. Where exactly did you hear this?" Leng Aofeng’s eyes fixed on Leng Ruobing, equally incredulous.
"Father, do you rember Ye Luo, the one who produced the Revitalizing Pill at the Situ Family’s birthday banquet? It was he who said he has a way to cure brother’s injuries," Leng Ruobing said indifferently.
Leng Pengyu’s eyes narrowed, a cold gleam flashing within.
"Him, that Ye Luo?" Leng Aofeng’s expression changed as he recalled, saying, "Are you telling he said this in person?"
"Exactly," Leng Ruobing nodded.
"Sister, this man may have so abilities, but his dical skills may not necessarily surpass those of the National Doctor. Of course, unless he has so powerful elixir for our brother to take, there might be a chance for recovery. But is that likely? Moreover, his sudden claim makes suspect he has ulterior motives," Leng Pengyu said again.
Leng Ruobing’s eyes flashed with a glint of cold light, and with one glance at Leng Pengyu, she said, "Shut up, this is our affair, there’s no need for you to butt in."
"Ruo Bing, how can you speak like that? Pengyu is your brother. How can you say such things? He is also thinking of Pengzhan’s well-being," Leng Aofeng furrowed his brows, his expression showing displeasure.
"Enough, both of you stop arguing. Ruo Bing, Pengyu is also considering my best interest. Let’s not discuss this any further for now. We can talk about the issue later. Anyway, I’ve gotten used to sitting in this wheelchair; whether or not I can stand up again, it doesn’t bother anymore." At this point, Leng Pengzhan hurriedly spoke up.
"Since big sister insists that I don’t interfere, I’ll be leaving." Leng Pengyu’s face darkened as he waved his hand and left the hall.
Back in his own room, Leng Pengyu violently smashed everything to pieces.
"Damn bitch, to speak to like that, just you wait. I won’t let either of you have an easy ti. And Leng Pengzhan, you want to stand up again? Impossible, it’s impossible!!!"
Roars of anger echoed throughout the room, venting Leng Pengyu’s dissatisfaction.
After a dozen seconds, Leng Pengyu’s face regained its composure, a cruel smile ford at the corners of his mouth, and a hint of cunning coldness flickered in his eyes.
"Since you all want to play it this way, don’t bla ," a chilling hint of murderous intent flashed through Leng Pengyu’s eyes.
After spending a great day together with Ling Qingya, the two found a restaurant and had a hearty al.
However, they had only reached halfway through their al when several cars parked outside the restaurant. The door of a luxurious Bentley opened, and Mu Qingsong’s figure erged slowly, catching Ye Luo’s eye at once.
"Why has the old man co here?" Ye Luo frowned secretly, pondering over the reason for Mu Qingsong’s arrival.
It didn’t take long for Mu Qingsong to walk in, followed by Mu Yunlong. Their gaze swept across the room and settled on Ye Luo before they approached directly.
"Brother Ye, we et again. I’m sorry to interrupt your al," said Mu Qingsong, very politely, with a hint of apology.
If others saw this scene, the utmost figure in the Huaxia dical community, the respected National Doctor of the Mu Family, being so humbly courteous to a younger man, they would be astonished, their jaws dropped, as such an event was truly rare.
"Elder Mu, you are too polite. May I know what brings you here to see specifically?" asked Ye Luo, looking indifferently at Mu Qingsong.
Mu Qingsong glanced at Ling Qingya and said, "Brother Ye, may I have a word with you aside?"
"Ye Luo, since Elder Mu is looking for you, go ahead," Ling Qingya said tily.
Ye Luo nodded, rose from his seat, and followed Mu Qingsong to another empty table to sit down, with Mu Yunlong standing by Mu Qingsong’s side, eyes fixed on Ye Luo, betraying an unusual expression.
"Elder Mu, please speak frankly."
Looking at Ye Luo, Mu Qingsong said with a smile, "Brother Ye is a man of straightforward words, so I, an old man, will speak directly: I would like to request your participation in a dical skills competition tomorrow with soone. Are you willing?"
"A dical skills competition?" Ye Luo was startled and looked at Mu Qingsong with so surprise: "You must be joking, Elder Mu. The Mu Family is a prestigious dical family, known as the pillar of the Huaxia dical community. Why would you need to participate in any dical skills competition?"
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