173: Chapter 173: You Know Kung Fu?
173: Chapter 173: You Know Kung Fu?
Ye Chenfeng and Zou Zedong’s figures faded into the distance, and Shi Ke’s sly eyes kept darting around.
He was not panicking like He Jie and Kang Weizhong, for he had never been a man of status anyway.
Now, he was pondering how to establish a relationship with Ye Chenfeng?
Having a relationship with Ye Chenfeng was tantamount to developing ties with Zou Zedong, and being connected with Zou Zedong ant being connected with Tianhai’s top authority.
By then, not to ntion paying off his gambling debts, his creditors would probably co to kowtow to him!
The thought of people fawning over him delighted Shi Ke imnsely.
All he had to do now was to seek forgiveness from his ex-wife Yao Lianrong and his daughter Yao Suman so that he could establish an initial acquaintance with Ye Chenfeng through his daughter.
If Ye Chenfeng indeed beca his son-in-law, then everything would be easy.
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Ye Chenfeng, who had left with Zou Zedong, certainly had no idea that soone was already scheming against him.
Due to his advanced age, it was impossible for Zou Zedong to drive himself, so his son had found a skilled driver to take the old master to and from work every day.
After driving for more than an hour, they arrived at their destination.
At the Zou residence, Qiao Yi was currently in the kitchen personally preparing tonight’s dinner!
Qiao Yi was Zou Zedong’s daughter-in-law, the wife of Tianhai’s top leader, Zou Wenhai.
The Zou family’s maid, nad Hui Chunlan, was a woman in her late twenties who had been working for the Zou family for three years.
During these years, beside the holidays when Qiao Yi would personally cook a few dishes, she usually didn’t cook, leaving the preparation of daily lunches and dinners to Hui Chunlan.
However, today Qiao Yi had banished her maid from the kitchen, not even allowing her to help, which made Hui Chunlan wonder who the important guest visiting the Zou family might be.
Perhaps it was a leader from the provincial level?
Qiao Yi only knew from her daughter, Zou Linlin, that today’s guest was the old master’s lifesaver, and the old master had personally instructed Qiao Yi to cook so of her best dishes to entertain the guest.
The old master’s words still carried a lot of weight in the Zou family, so Qiao Yi took to the kitchen to prepare tonight’s dinner herself.
Zou Zedong enthusiastically welcod Ye Chenfeng into the Zou family’s living room, causing maid Hui Chunlan to be so shocked to see the old master grinning at a young man that she almost tripped and fell.
But having been exposed to society in the Zou family for three years, Hui Chunlan had coping skills far stronger than the average person’s.
She quickly got over her astonishnt, made two cups of tea, and respectfully served them to the old master and Ye Chenfeng before politely excusing herself.
“Brother Ye, you really don’t need to keep calling ‘Director Zou,'” Zou Zedong said as he sat down and started chatting informally.
The reason he had suddenly changed how he addressed Zou Zedong in the hospital was because of the unscrupulous doctor Kang Weizhong.
But ultimately, Zou Zedong had handled the situation to his satisfaction, so he said, “Old Master Zou, you don’t need to call Brother Ye either, just call Chenfeng!
I’m not that old!”
“Chenfeng, you really can’t say that.
If you were another twenty or thirty years older, I would have acknowledged you as my brother without hesitation and would even be willing to recognize you as my elder brother!
Your ‘dical skills’ have truly blown away,” Zou Zedong exclaid admirably.
Thinking of how Ye Chenfeng had used only a few silver needles to cure a patient whose cancer cells had spread within just a couple of hours, his heart skipped a beat; this was the passionate pursuit of a dical devotee toward dicine.
“Grandpa, what are you guys talking about?” an attractive, clear voice entered the living room, followed by a fragrant scent that reached Ye Chenfeng’s nose, as a beautiful woman in loungewear sat down beside him.
Black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her large eyes seed to speak volus, with a hint of a gentle smile lingering on her lips.
Ye Chenfeng looked at the beauty who had suddenly sat down beside him, feeling a sense of familiarity.
After pondering for a mont, he asked, “Aren’t you the nurse I saw earlier in the hospital?”
Zou Linlin extended her hand and said, “Hello, my na is Zou Linlin, I’m a teacher at Tianhai dical University.
I just happened to have so free ti today to give a lesson to the nurses at Tianhai People’s Hospital.”
Ye Chenfeng shook Zou Linlin’s hand and said, “I’m Ye Chenfeng, and I’m currently unemployed.”
A strange light flickered in Zou Linlin’s beautiful eyes as she thought, “Ye Chenfeng, you are destined to be unable to escape the palm of this beauty in this life.
If you are the Monkey King with the 72 transformations, then I am the Buddha.”
“Chenfeng, Linlin is my granddaughter, and she has a special interest in dical science.
In the future, you will have to offer her a lot of guidance!” Zou Zedong said with a smile.
No sooner had Old Master Zou finished speaking than Zou Linlin asked bluntly, “Can I call you Chenfeng from now on?
Just call Linlin.
Chenfeng, is the dical technique you used to cure cancer in the hospital sothing that can be taught to others?”
Ye Chenfeng shook his head helplessly.
You’ve already started calling Chenfeng, and you’re still asking if you can?
Isn’t that just a silly question?
“I’m afraid my technique is not sothing ordinary people can learn.
I was able to cure the cancer not just with acupuncture, but mainly through qi gong to help patients rid their bodies of cancer cells,” Ye Chenfeng bluffed casually.
Disappointnt appeared simultaneously on the faces of Zou Linlin and Zou Zedong.
If Ye Chenfeng’s cancer-curing technique could be widely disseminated, it would be a blessing to cancer patients all over the world!
Zou Linlin and Zou Zedong then recalled how Ye Chenfeng’s palm was constantly pressed against Yao Lianrong’s lower abdon, and his face had beco paler and paler, which was a clear sign of utilizing qi.
They believed about seventy to eighty percent of what Ye Chenfeng had said.
“Chenfeng, do you also know martial arts?” Zou Linlin asked curiously.
“Chenfeng, does that an anyone who knows qi gong can use it to treat cancer?” Zou Zedong also eagerly inquired, more concerned about whether the technique could be disseminated.
He didn’t even ask if Ye Chenfeng was willing to teach it to others.
“I have learned a bit of martial arts.
And no, not everyone who practices qi gong can cure cancer, unless their qi gong has reached an incredibly advanced level; otherwise, it’s no use,” Ye Chenfeng spoke carelessly.
These words made Old Master Zou frown.
He suddenly wondered, who would selflessly share such a miraculous technique?
If it were him who possessed this technique, perhaps he would not do so either.
Ye Chenfeng seed to sense Zou Zedong’s thoughts.
Although he didn’t mind what others thought of him, being misunderstood still didn’t sit well with him.
He casually picked up an empty glass teacup from the coffee table, squeezed it in the palm of his hand with force, and the intact glass cup instantaneously turned into a pile of powder that sprinkled on the surface of the table.
This made Zou Zedong and Zou Linlin nearly pop their eyes out, and they swallowed saliva uncontrollably.
For a mont, they didn’t understand why Ye Chenfeng was making this gesture.(To be continued.
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