The Fierce and Powerful Immortal Physician

"These bastards only care about their fists." Zhou Hao clenched his fist.

"Xiao Hao, making enemies everywhere isn't a solution. We're in the open, they're in the shadows, it's impossible to guard against them all. Besides, we're just ordinary people."

"I don't have the time or energy to waste on them. I've already asked Jin Feng to smooth things over with that local thug. I'll just have to spend some more money."

Although Xia Ziruo did not blame her, she showed deep concern.

"You troublemaker, you're making things worse and worse. How are you going to clean this up?" Qiu Shulan walked over, her face ashen. "This time, it looks like we won't be able to settle this without at least two million."

"Uncle, Ziruo, please go back to work. I'll find a chance to go and resolve this completely so that no one will cause trouble again. It's best not to waste money."

Zhou Hao was too lazy to deal with this matter. Auntie, to be precise, was his former prospective mother-in-law.

But he also knew that no matter how much he talked, no one would believe he could resolve this matter.

Therefore, there is no need for a lengthy explanation.

Xia Zhongjing then seemed to realize something, "It's not that simple, is it? This Brother Shui is Black Dragon's henchman. I heard that Black Dragon has thousands of thugs under his command, and he also has Hard Fire."

"I'll go find Black Dragon in a few days, don't worry."

Zhou Hao said calmly.

"It's simply unbelievable."

Xia Zixuan, who had been hiding in the car, watched as Zhou Hao easily beat dozens of thugs into a panic, and she could hardly believe it was real.

That's too fierce!

Is this still the same gentle and sunny young man from three years ago?

He felt that Zhou Hao had changed, become unfamiliar, but exuded a captivating wildness.

A mix of emotions welled up inside me.

"Hopefully we can get through this safely."

Xia Zhongjing shook his head and sighed, then immediately ordered the workers to resume work.

An hour later, the factory resumed normal operation.

Zhou Hao drove the Xia family of four back to Cuihu Garden and then left under a pretext, as he really didn't want to face Qiu Shulan's sour face and sharp tongue.

Back to the residence.

Qiu Shulan walked into the kitchen, muttering to herself as she prepared dinner.

"It smells so good!"

Xia Ziruo followed her into the kitchen, lifted the lid of the bubbling ceramic jar, and a rich aroma of chicken wafted out.

"Of course, chicken that's been marinated in alcohol is especially fragrant. Zhou Hao's bottle of cheap liquor is almost empty."

Qiu Shulan taught her daughter with no small amount of pride.

"Ah~"

Xia Ziruo's heart sank suddenly. She immediately spotted the bottle of liquor on the stove with its foreign writing on it, quickly picked it up, shook it, and then shouted:

"Mom, you used this whole bottle of wine to singe chicken feathers? This was a really good wine that Zhou Hao specially gave to Dad."

"Tch, what good wine? It's just some cheap stuff from a small workshop or street stall, only thirty or fifty yuan at most. What's there to be upset about? Your dad has plenty of cheap liquor in his cabinet, why would he care about this one?"

Qiu Shulan rolled her eyes.

"That's a Rémy Martin Louis XIII Black Edition, worth around 500,000. Can that 2,000 Russian Flying Carapace compare?"

Xia Ziruo almost broke down, all because she forgot to remind the two elders that morning.

"What? Five hundred thousand?"

Qiu Shulan's lips twitched, her hands trembled violently a few times, and with a "thud," the spatula fell to the ground.

It took him several breaths to come to his senses. He grabbed the bottle of "cheap stuff" and shook it vigorously, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Hmm, do you think someone as concerned about saving face as Xiao Hao would give his dad a fifty-yuan bottle of wine?"

Xia Ziruo pursed her lips.

"Oh my god, you little brat, why didn't you say so sooner? I...I...sigh..."

Qiu Shulan felt as if she had been stung by a wasp; her heart ached terribly.

"That stupid Zhou Hao, how could he just throw hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of wine on the coffee table without even saying hello? He's infuriating!"

"I told you this is good wine, but you still argued with me!"

Clearly, Xia Zhongjing, who was in the living room, had heard the whole story. He felt a pang of heartache, rushed to the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of Louis XIII that still had less than two ounces left, and kept lamenting:

"What a waste!"

So everyone enjoyed the dinner very much.

Xia Zhongjing and Qiu Shulan wished they could chew up all the chicken bones and eat them.

Five hundred thousand yuan was used to stew two hens, which are the best of the best hens, and absolutely cannot be wasted.

"Haha, this is definitely material that can go viral."

Xia Zixuan laughed so hard she almost passed out.

That bastard really knows how to play tricks on people!

"We can't let Xiaohao know, or he'll be sad." Xia Ziruo was both amused and exasperated.

"No food waste allowed; drink every last drop of soup."

Qiu Shulan was so angry that she rolled her eyes.

Everyone: "!!!"

......

the other side,

Zhou Hao returned to No. 6, Brilliant City.

Liu Shuran has not returned yet.

After having a simple dinner and resting for a while, Zhou Hao went to his bedroom to sit cross-legged and meditate, practicing the Yin-Yang Medical Immortal Dao Scripture.

When Liu Shuran appeared in sight completely naked, it was already past 11 p.m.

Needless to say.

Liu Shuran did everything she could to please him, using multiple methods and speaking eloquently to serve Zhou Hao so well that he couldn't find any fault with her. She knew in her heart that this was her only chance to survive.

Zhou Hao, on the other hand, activated the Yin-Yang Bliss Technique, frantically absorbing the profound Yin energy.

The cultivation speed increased several times, but there was still a long way to go before breaking through to the 7th level of Qi Refining.

after an hour,

Liu Shuran collapsed onto the bed, her face flushed like the sunset, and respectfully asked, "Young Master, Li Dan invited me to karaoke tomorrow night. How should I respond?"

"Just say you're too busy and don't have time, keep him hanging for a while."

Zhou Hao said calmly.

He knew that a young master from a wealthy family like Li Dan, who would invite a woman to a karaoke bar, even if she was his fiancée, was probably up to no good.

Although he harbored a deep-seated hatred for Liu Shuran, her life and death were solely in his own hands; no one else was allowed to interfere.

Especially Li Dan, the mastermind behind the Liu family, who is Liu Shuran's fiancé in public.

He wanted to make this scum taste what it felt like to have his dignity trampled on.

He was planning in his mind that after dealing with Liu Yannong, sorting out the cause and effect of his parents' car accident, and raising his cultivation to a new level, reaching the 7th level of Qi Refining, he would then take action against the behemoth, the Li family.

"Yes."

......

The days slipped by quietly like that.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

this day.

I had just finished breakfast when my phone vibrated. It was a call from Luo Zhiyuan, the vice president of the Chinese Medicine Association.

"Young friend Zhou, are you free today? I'd like to get together with a few friends."

"Okay, where is it located?" Zhou Hao was in a good mood and readily agreed.

"Yunshui Teahouse is easy to find."

"I'll be right there."

Driving his Maybach S650, Zhou Hao headed straight for Yunshui Teahouse.

Luo Zhiyuan met him at the elevator on the third floor, and the two walked into the private room side by side. Luo Zhiyuan smiled and introduced him to Luo Zhiyuan in turn.

"The person on the far left is the Director of Health, Tang Jui-lam."

"This is Yue Qingsong, the owner of Qingsong Medical Clinic and the famous master of acupuncture."

"This is Xiao Guofu, chairman of Guofu Group."

Zhou Hao greeted everyone politely.

"Young Zhou, Old Luo has praised you to the skies. People who can receive praise from him, the dean of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, are extremely rare."

The sprightly, withered old man, probably in his sixties, with piercing eyes, spoke first.

It was none other than Yue Qingsong, the renowned needle-wielding master who was famous throughout Yunyang City and even the entire Sichuan Province.

His acupuncture skills are unparalleled; if he claims to be second in the field of acupuncture, then no one dares to claim to be first.

He had heard Luo Zhiyuan say this several times before, and although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but feel contempt when he saw Zhou Hao's youthful face.

He's just over twenty, hasn't received any higher medical education or any medical training, doesn't have a medical license or practice certificate, and is still unemployed. How can he possibly be compared to a miracle doctor?

"That's just Mr. Luo's kind words, don't take it seriously," Zhou Hao replied humbly, waving his hand.

"This is a rare opportunity. Young friend Zhou, could you perhaps show us a little something today?" Yue Qingsong was uncompromising and pressed on relentlessly.