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Who are these people?

Su Hao frowned.

Duan Shandie quickly introduced Su Hao to the man, then turned to the square-faced middle-aged man and said, "Dad, this is Su Hao, the one I was talking about. He saved my life at the martial arts gym yesterday! This is Song Xiaoxiao, my good friend!"

The square-faced middle-aged man stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Su Hao, and said, "Young friend Su, thank you so much for saving my daughter's life yesterday! I am Duan Yu, the master of the Jinling Duan Family Martial Arts School. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know!"

Su Hao returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute: "Master Duan, you're too kind. It was nothing at all."

The old man in gray nodded slightly to Su Hao, his tone carrying a hint of elder's humility: "I am Bei Qingtian, president of the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce. I have heard that young friend Su possesses extraordinary skills at such a young age, and seeing you today, I can confirm that you are indeed a man of exceptional talent."

The young man next to him snorted and muttered, "What handsome young man? I think he's just a pretty boy."

Although the words were spoken softly, they were exceptionally clear in the quiet private room.

Duan Shandie's face immediately turned somewhat embarrassed, and she quickly tried to smooth things over: "Bei Zimo, don't talk nonsense!"

Bei Zimo curled his lip, not only failing to back down but also becoming even more sarcastic, saying, "Did I say something wrong? Some nobody who popped up out of nowhere dares to expect our Bei family to personally host a banquet for him?"

Su Hao glanced at him and said slowly, "Young Master Bei, is your throat sore?"

Bei Zimo was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"I heard you humming a lot just now, and I thought your throat was sore," Su Hao said sincerely.

"But judging from your strong voice, you don't seem to be sick. So it's congenital? Tsk tsk, what a pity, such a nice person, but you have a pig's voice."

Bei Zimo's face instantly turned ashen, and he slammed his hand on the table, standing up abruptly: "Who the hell are you calling a pig?!"

"Who should be scolded?"

"You're asking for it!" Bei Zimo was furious and grabbed a wine glass from the table, ready to smash it at Su Hao.

"Zi Mo!" Bei Qingtian called out to stop him. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"sit down!"

Although Bei Zimo was unwilling, he dared not disobey his grandfather's order. He could only glare at Su Hao and sit down again, but his chest was still heaving violently, clearly very angry.

Bei Qingtian picked up his teacup, took a sip, and turned his gaze to Su Hao, his tone carrying a hint of elder's admonition: "Young friend Su, it's good for young people to have ambition, but they must also know their limits. I've been in the business world for decades and have seen too many young people who are too sharp and ambitious, only to fall victim to their own arrogance. As a person, it's always better to be humble."

Su Hao looked at him and suddenly laughed: "President Bei, your words sound quite high-sounding. However, you teach me to be humble while indulging your own grandson's rudeness. You're quite adept at playing the double standard. In the end, you don't really respect me, this 'young upstart,' do you?"

Bei Qingtian's expression stiffened slightly, clearly not expecting Su Hao to so directly expose his thoughts.

Su Hao continued, "You don't need to deny it. You have old, hidden injuries to your internal organs. You were probably a martial artist when you were young, and these injuries are the result of fighting with others. Now your qi and blood are declining, and your liver and kidney functions are severely damaged. If I'm not mistaken, you have at most six months to live."

These words shocked everyone present.

Duan Yu suddenly stood up, staring at Su Hao in shock, then turned to Bei Qingtian: "Elder Bei, what young friend Su said... is it true?"

Bei Qingtian's expression changed completely.

He does indeed have chronic internal injuries, his liver and kidneys are indeed failing, and he does indeed... not have much time left.

Bei Ziming panicked and quickly grabbed Bei Qingtian's arm: "Grandpa, you've always been in good health, how could this be..."

Bei Qingtian didn't answer his grandson's question. Instead, he looked at Su Hao with a complicated expression before slowly asking, "Young friend Su... how did you know?"

"Observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation—the four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine," Su Hao said calmly.

"The root of your illness is written on your face: a sallow complexion, flushed cheeks, and purplish lips. These are typical signs of liver and kidney yin deficiency and blood stasis. In addition, your weak voice and shortness of breath when you speak clearly indicate a decline in cardiopulmonary function."

"It seems Feng Yizhen was right, you are indeed a young prodigy doctor." Bei Qingtian nodded after hearing this.

Bei Zimo panicked completely.

He knelt down in front of Su Hao with a thud, all his previous arrogance and haughtiness vanished: "Mr. Su... please save my grandfather! I was wrong just now, I'll apologize! I'll do anything you want, as long as you save my grandfather!"

Su Hao looked down at him, his tone calm: "Apologize? How will you apologize?"

Bei Zimo gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and slapped himself: "I had a foul mouth! I deserve to die!"

"not enough."

Bei Zimo slapped himself again.

"It's still not enough."

Bei Zimo gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times: "Mr. Su! Please, have mercy!"

Su Hao nodded slightly: "That's more like it. However, kowtowing is just an apology, treating the illness is another matter. My consultation fee is not cheap."

Bei Qingtian opened his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Young friend Su, please name your price."

"One hundred million."

The private room fell silent again.

One hundred million in consultation fees is no small sum.

But Bei Qingtian nodded almost without hesitation: "Okay, please provide your account number, I'll transfer the money now."

Su Hao gave his bank account number, and Bei Qingtian took out his phone and asked his secretary to handle it.

Su Hao glanced at his phone, then turned to Song Xiao and said, "Xiao Xiao, give me your bank card number."

Song Xiaoxiao was taken aback: "What?"

"We'll split the money," Su Hao said matter-of-factly.

"Making money is so easy, how can we not give you a share?"

Before Song Xiaoxiao could react, Su Hao had already taken her phone and started operating it.

Soon, Song Xiaoxiao received a bank notification on her phone that the money had been deposited into her account.

Fifty million yuan.

Song Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the long string of zeros on her phone screen: "Su Hao...you...what is this...?"

"Pocket money," Su Hao said casually.

"Take the flowers, no need to be stingy."

Song Xiaoxiao's cheeks flushed instantly, and an indescribable sweetness and emotion welled up in her heart.

Su Hao turned to Bei Qingtian and said, "President Bei, I'll prescribe a treatment for you to stabilize your injuries and prolong your life. As for a cure, I'll need to go back and tailor it to your specific condition. That prescription will cost an additional 50 million."

Without the slightest hesitation, Bei Qingtian transferred another 50 million.

Su Hao put away his phone and said to Duan Shandie, "Could I borrow some paper and pen?"

Duan Shandie quickly took out a notebook and pen from her bag and handed them to him.

Su Hao quickly wrote down a prescription and handed it to Bei Qingtian: "Get the medicine according to this prescription, decoct it twice a day, morning and evening, for a month. After a month, your injuries will stabilize."

Bei Qingtian accepted the prescription with both hands, carefully put it away, and then bowed deeply to Su Hao: "Young friend Su, your kindness is immense, and I will remember it forever."

Su Hao waved his hand and didn't say anything more.

At this moment, Song Xiaoxiao suddenly asked, "President Bei, do you know my father?"

Bei Qingtian was slightly taken aback: "Who is your father?"

"Song Zhongji".

Bei Qingtian's expression changed slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "So you're Brother Song's daughter... Speaking of which, I met your father once twenty years ago, and I also saw your mother from afar at a banquet..."

He paused for a moment, as if realizing something, and quickly changed his words, saying, "Ahem, these are all old stories, let's not talk about them."

Song Xiaoxiao keenly noticed his momentary pause and change of words, and a huge sense of doubt welled up in her heart.

Her mother died of illness when she was very young, but Bei Qingtian's tone just now clearly suggested that he was hiding something.

Song Xiaoxiao wanted to ask more questions, but Bei Qingtian had already changed the subject and started discussing the prescription with Su Hao.

She had no choice but to suppress her doubts and decide to think about it more carefully when she got back...