Top-notch Urban Evil Cultivator

Zhao Jian spoke with heartfelt sincerity, and he was about to kneel down before Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan was startled and quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Dr. Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao Jian, disregarding the ridicule his old friend might have, spoke very seriously:

"Mr. Lin, I apologize for my disrespect towards you yesterday! But I truly want to learn medicine from you! Especially your miraculous acupuncture techniques!"

"Dr. Zhao, please don't say that. I'm just showing off my limited knowledge; I don't really know anything about medicine!" Lin Xuan was exasperated. This Zhao Jian must be at least fifty or sixty years old!

If this person really wanted to become my disciple, it would be...

Outrageous!

Moreover, his medical skills were all inherited halfway through his life, and he had very little practical experience.

"No, no, Mr. Lin, I won't leave until you agree!"

Zhao Jian shook his head. He hadn't slept a wink all night, his mind filled with Lin Xuan's acupuncture techniques.

Tong Yuan, lying in his hospital bed, watched this scene and smiled happily.

Zhao Jian, he's finally met his match!

Just then, Tong Yao and Zhao Xueli walked in carrying several breakfasts.

Then they saw Zhao Jian trying to kneel down to Lin Xuan, but Lin Xuan kept stopping him.

Both of them were stunned.

What role is this?

"Dr. Zhao! Dr. Zhao! I promise you, I'll often exchange medical knowledge with you, okay? But you absolutely can't become my apprentice!"

Lin Xuan couldn't take it anymore and finally relented, taking a step back.

Zhao Jian thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Mr. Lin, are you married?"

"No?" Lin Xuan answered subconsciously.

"Perfect timing! I have a granddaughter who just turned eighteen this year. She's a sophomore at Jiangzhou University. Let me introduce you to her!"

Lin Xuan: ......

Zhao Xueli:......

Wait, how did I suddenly end up here?

"Eighteen? No, Dr. Zhao, Uncle Zhao! You should go back first. Uncle Tong needs to rest now. We'll talk later!"

Finally, Lin Xuan escorted Yang Jian out of the ward step by step, and then locked the door from the inside.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he got back, he saw Zhao Xueli and Tong Yao looking at him with strange expressions.

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Lin, let me introduce you!"

"Just turned eighteen~"

Zhao Xueli and Tong Yao took turns speaking, staring at Lin Xuan.

"Ahem...it's not impossible." Lin Xuan, thick-skinned as ever, said with a smile.

"Xiao Lin!"

"Damn scumbag!"

"Alright, stop fooling around. Uncle Tong is awake. Go and have a chat with him."

Lin Xuan took the breakfast and then started showing off his food like crazy.

the other side.

"Yao Yao..." Tong Yuan began.

"Dad! You can talk now?" Tong Yao ran to the bedside in surprise and held her father's hands tightly.

Tong Yuan looked at his daughter, a smile appearing on his pale face: "Yao Yao..."

"dad!"

Tong Yao's tears welled up again.

But this time, it was tears of joy.

The father and daughter looked at each other in silence, only holding hands tightly.

Tong Yuan gently patted his daughter's hand with one hand, his eyes full of love and guilt.

Zhao Xueli, who was standing to the side, secretly turned around and couldn't help but shed tears.

Unable to bear the sight, she came to Lin Xuan's side and asked softly:

Are you feeling better?

"Much better." Lin Xuan said with a grin as he ate.

"Is the injury worse?"

"It's nothing!"

Zhao Xueli patted his head, her heart filled with concern.

If it weren't for him, Lin Xuan wouldn't have made this trip.

But they didn't come...

She was filled with conflicting emotions.

Tong Yao cried for a while, wiped away her tears, and began to carefully feed her father porridge.

Although Tong Yuan was weak, his appetite was still good, and he slowly drank half a bowl of water.

After breakfast, Tong Yuan felt much better. He looked at his daughter and suddenly spoke solemnly:

"Yaoyao, I need you to promise me one thing."

"What is it, Dad? Please tell me," Tong Yao said quickly.

"From now on, you must listen to Mr. Lin." Tong Yuan said earnestly, "If anything happens, even if the family is abandoned, you must... survive."

These words sounded like a dying wish. Tong Yao's expression changed, and she shook her head vigorously.

"Dad! Why are you saying all this! You'll get better. Once you're better, we'll repay Lin Xuan's kindness together!"

Tong Yuan sighed and didn't insist any further.

He then looked at Lin Xuan: "Little Lin, I'm entrusting Yao Yao to you."

Lin Xuan, his mouth full of rice, nodded and said, "Hmm... Uncle Tong, don't worry."

The group talked for a while longer, but Tong Yuan was still weak and soon fell asleep again. This time it was a normal sleep, with steady breathing.

Tong Yao covered her father with the blanket, then turned to look at Lin Xuan with a complicated expression.

"Lin Xuan, thank you. I, Tong Yao, owe you my life." She said it very seriously.

"It's nothing!" Lin Xuan waved his hand.

"No, I'm serious. From today onwards, your business is my business, and once this matter is over, the Tong family will always stand behind you!" With that, Tong Yao stood up and bowed deeply to Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan smiled but didn't say anything more.

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The Tong family's old residence is located in a secluded place in the south of the city, covering a very large area.

The very center.

It was a courtyard house, now filled with people.

Outside the courtyard, there were dozens of luxury cars of all kinds, and a bunch of bodyguards guarding various parts of the old house.

Inside the courtyard, two groups of people stood clearly separated.

On the left is Liu Meiyuan, who is wearing a plain-colored cheongsam that perfectly accentuates her hot figure. She has light makeup on her face, but it cannot hide the redness and swelling in her eyes.

It looked like she had been crying for a long time.

Behind her were several distant relatives and most of the company's senior executives.

On the right is Tong Jin, who looks about four or five parts like Tong Yuan, but has a more gloomy temperament.

He was wearing a black suit, expressionless, with the main direct descendants of the Tong family behind him.

The two sides are irreconcilable enemies; if it weren't for the circumstances, they probably would have already started hurling insults at each other.

In front of the courtyard, there were several armchairs.

Three elders of the Tong family sat on the chairs, the one in the middle being Tong Yuan's second uncle, Tong Jun.

He was over eighty years old, with completely white hair, leaning on a cane, and resting with his eyes closed.

The atmosphere was heavy.

No one dared to say a word.

Everyone is waiting for news.

Three poles in the sun.

Hurried footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard.

A middle-aged man strode into the courtyard, his temples slightly gray, his posture steady.

He was Tong Yuan's personal butler, and he was safe.

Everyone looked at Anquan, who was holding a note in his hand, his expression filled with grief.

Could it be...?

Many people began to feel nervous, especially Liu Meiyuan and Tong Jin, who were in charge.

Anquan walked up to the scout, bowed deeply, and handed him the note with both hands.

"Second Master... news from the hospital..."

The scout slowly opened his eyes, took the note, his hands trembling slightly as he unfolded it.

There are only four words on it:

The head of the household has passed away.