Still, a bitter taste in the mouth, insomnia, and vivid dreams can be spotted by a skilled practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine just by looking at a person's complexion. But to be able to tell that she dreamed of black floodwaters just from that—isn't Chen Feiyu a bit too miraculous?
Chen Feiyu smiled and said, "It is currently the peak of summer, which corresponds to Earth in the Five Elements. I noticed your complexion has a faint yellowish tinge, which clearly indicates an excess of spleen and stomach Qi, leading to some deficiency in Kidney Qi. Since the kidneys correspond to water and the color black, it is only natural that you would dream of black floodwaters. Furthermore, you are showing early signs of irregular menstruation. Take two red dates every day to nourish your blood, and follow it up with some Liuwei Dihuang Pills, and you will be fine."
Irregular menstruation?
A rare blush crept across Han Muqing's pretty face. She muttered a quiet curse under her breath, then said in pleasant surprise, "Mr. Chen is truly formidable! I happen to have a patient here who might need your help. Would you be willing to come and take a look? Of course, regardless of whether you can cure them or not, we will reward you handsomely."
Tang Meilian felt a private wave of astonishment. She had never expected that, alongside his impressive combat skills, Chen Feiyu also knew how to practice medicine. However, traditional Chinese medicine doctors were supposed to get more respected as they aged; given how young Chen Feiyu was, he was probably just talking big.
Lin Yujia felt a surge of pride. *My Brother Yu is truly amazing! He even knows traditional Chinese medicine.*
Chen Feiyu frowned slightly and fell into thought.
Standing nearby, Han Muqing suddenly felt a trace of tension, as if she were waiting for some major figure. Realizing this, she couldn't help but laugh quietly at herself.
"I can, but I don't have time right now," Chen Feiyu said, his brow smoothing out.
Han Muqing’s attitude was extremely polite, and coupled with her stunning looks, Chen Feiyu was more than willing to give her some face. Besides, treating an illness was right up his alley.
Han Muqing let out a sigh of relief, a smile blooming at the corners of her mouth that made her look all the more captivating. "That's not a problem at all. There's no rush; as long as Mr. Chen agrees, that's enough."
"In that case, we'll be leaving."
After bidding farewell, they got into the BMW X7. Lin Yujia remained immersed in the lingering excitement, babbling with delight, "Brother Yu, you were simply amazing! You didn't even see how those two punks looked like they were about to cry from fright. It was so satisfying!"
Chen Feiyu chuckled and said, "They were just a couple of ordinary people, nothing worth mentioning."
Tang Meilian still looked somewhat worried. "I heard them mention Tiger Brother. I've heard of Jiang Tianhu's reputation before—he's a massive figure all across Mingji City. I've heard that nobody who ever crosses him ends up with a good outcome. Xiao Yu, you should be extra careful for a while."
Lin Yujia immediately grew anxious as well. "Yeah, Brother Yu! Even though you're very strong, two fists can't fight four hands. You should still be careful."
"Alright, thank you for your concern. I know," Chen Feiyu smiled.
To be honest, Chen Feiyu didn't give Jiang Tianhu, the so-called "Top Tiger of Mingji", a second thought.
If Jiang Tianhu really dared to come looking for trouble, he wouldn't mind putting him in his place with a single punch. However, he didn't want to make Lin Yujia worry, so he simply played along on the surface.
Upon returning to the diner, Chen Feiyu helped out as promised. By evening, he stayed at Tang Meilian's place; since she was currently single and her home had plenty of spare rooms, there was no need to worry about a lack of space.
Because Chen Feiyu was handsome and refined, and Tang Meilian treated him with great care, quite a few of the female waitresses began casting covert, alluring glances his way.
Lin Yujia was still a high school student and regularly ran over to the diner every couple of days.
That particular evening, Tang Meilian was away on a business trip, leaving him all alone in the house.
As he did every night, Chen Feiyu crossed his legs in meditation, forming hand seals to regulate his breathing and practice his cultivation.
Gradually, faint multicolored Qi began to manifest around his body, accompanied by the subtle, flickering arcs of lightning. Had Tang Meilian been there to witness it, she would undoubtedly have been frightened out of her wits.
The cultivation technique he practiced was called the *Immortal-Martial Unity Scripture*, and its power was remarkably tyrannical. It was divided into nine major realms, and currently, Chen Feiyu had only reached the intermediate stage of the Second Realm of Immortal-Martial.
Early the next morning, Chen Feiyu awoke from his meditative state, feeling refreshed and clear-headed. After quickly finishing breakfast, he headed out to work at the diner.
Suddenly, a luxury car pulled up smoothly right in front of Chen Feiyu, drawing envious looks from the surrounding pedestrians.
Immediately afterward, the car door swung open, and a slender leg encased in black silk stepped out.
Slender, long, and well-rounded.
Just the sight of that leg was enough to make people open their eyes wide and let their imaginations run wild. When the owner of the luxury car finally stepped out completely, the surrounding crowd was struck with an expression of stunned amazement, their breathing turning slightly heated.
It was a mature, tall urban beauty with exceptionally delicate features, dressed in a black suit set. A pair of half-strap high-heeled sandals enveloped her exquisite, dainty feet, and a seductive beauty mark sat beside the corner of her lips, imbuing her entire persona with a faint aura of allure.
Crimson lips and a black-silk-clad beauty—she was drop-dead gorgeous.
It turned out to be Han Muqing, whom he had met just a few days ago.
"Holy shit, she is gorgeous! If I could sleep with her just for a single night, I'd gladly give up ten years of my life."
"You? You're practically courting death! That's Han Muqing. I heard her background is terrifyingly huge. Last year, someone tried to make a move on her—guess what happened to them in the end? They got thrown into the ocean to feed the fish! A femme fatale like that isn't someone we can afford to provoke. You'd die without even knowing how it happened."
The surrounding onlookers drew in sharp breaths.
Amidst the crowd's looks of awe and burning desire, Han Muqing walked straight toward Chen Feiyu.
In an instant, all the jealous gazes in the vicinity converged on Chen Feiyu. If looks could kill, he probably would have been hacked to pieces a thousand times over.
Han Muqing stopped in front of Chen Feiyu, flashing an alluring smile as she said, "Mr. Chen, we meet again. I wonder if you still remember me?"
Even Chen Feiyu had to admit that Han Muqing possessed an abundance of charm. Unlike Lin Yujia's youth and innocence, every movement Han Muqing made radiated mature femininity, yet she was somehow a genuine virgin.
Under such a strong contrast, it was enough to leave anyone's heart burning.
Chen Feiyu chuckled. "Naturally. I've always had a good memory when it comes to beauties—especially great beauties."
Han Muqing felt a quiet sense of triumph, the smile at the corner of her mouth deepening. "Mr. Chen really knows how to joke. Then you must understand the reason for my visit. Do you happen to have any free time right now?"
A few days ago at the shopping mall, Chen Feiyu had promised Han Muqing that he would help treat a patient for her.
Chen Feiyu hadn't expected her to come looking for him so quickly, but since he never liked owing favors to others, he said, "I have time. Let's go."
Under the envious and jealous stares of the crowd, Chen Feiyu got into Han Muqing's car, and they sped away.
Inside the luxury vehicle, Chen Feiyu sat beside Han Muqing, finding the view quite pleasing to the eye.
Han Muqing was an absolute beauty. While she lacked Su Yingxue's ethereal, peerless grace, she was still an extraordinary stunner.
Naturally, Chen Feiyu appreciated beauties.
"Even though you're putting on a brave face, your brows are furrowed and your gaze is heavy. It looks like something is weighing heavily on your mind."
Suddenly, Chen Feiyu spoke up.
Han Muqing started in surprise, not expecting Chen Feiyu to see right through her. She smiled and said, "Mr. Chen's discernment is peerless. If you knew who the patient was, you'd look the same way I do."
"Oh? Could it be some major figure?" Chen Feiyu raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, a major figure—someone who wields heaven-shaking influence in Mingji City," Han Muqing said gravely.
Through Han Muqing's introduction, Chen Feiyu finally learned that the patient he was going to treat this time was Xie Angxiang, the elderly patriarch of the Xie Family. In his younger days, he had been a military region commander. Although he was now retired, his influence within the military remained immense—a veritable military heavyweight who could cause all of Mingji City to quake with just a stomp of his foot.
Of course, everything Han Muqing said between the lines revealed that the Xie Family's background was far from simple.
"In short, once we arrive at the Xie Family estate later, you must be extremely cautious and follow my lead in everything," Han Muqing cautioned anxiously.
Chen Feiyu smiled faintly, giving a noncommittal response.
Han Muqing suddenly felt an ominous premonition in her heart.
Before long, the two of them arrived at a villa complex in the suburbs. There were soldiers stationed outside on guard duty; an ordinary person would likely have lost their nerve instantly.
Han Muqing cast a sidelong glance at Chen Feiyu, only to see a faint smile hanging on the corners of his lips, as if he didn't care in the least. That gave her back a sliver of confidence.
As they stepped out of the car outside one of the villas, a voice nearby suddenly sneered, "Han Muqing, didn't you say you were going out to invite a doctor? Why did you bring back a wet-behind-the-ears kid? Judging by his looks, he probably hasn't even grown all his hair yet. The doctor you mentioned couldn't possibly be him, could it?"
Chen Feiyu's gaze turned cold. Standing on the steps ahead was a young man in his early twenties. Although he looked handsome, his complexion was poor—clearly suffering from kidney deficiency.
Standing behind him was an elderly man with a hunched back. His eyes were half-closed, yet a piercing light radiated from them like solid substance.
A flash of anger crossed Han Muqing's brow. "Qi Weidong, when did it become your turn to run your mouth about how I handle things?"
She then leaned close to Chen Feiyu's ear to introduce him. "His name is Qi Weidong. He's some distant relative of the Xie Family who has nothing to do with them, just a dog barking on the strength of his master's power."
With that, Han Muqing curled her lip, her disdain thoroughly evident.
Chen Feiyu nodded. "Since he's just a mad dog, we can simply ignore him. If a dog bites a person, there's no need to act like a dog and bite it back."
He hadn't deliberately lowered his voice, so everyone present heard him clearly.
Han Muqing let out a soft "pfft" and laughed out loud, her charm capable of captivating all living things.
Of course, Han Muqing wasn't afraid of Qi Weidong's retaliation.
On the surface, Qi Weidong was a distant relative of the Xie Family, but in reality, he was at best nothing more than a dog belonging to the family. In terms of status, he couldn't compare to her at all.
It was just that Qi Weidong liked to throw his weight around using his identity as a distant relative, and he had always held a grudge against Han Muqing, who possessed genuine competence.
Qi Weidong grew furious, mocking harshly, "Who knows what kind of stray bastard this is, daring to come act arrogant at the Xie Family estate? Don't think you can fly just because you're leaning on Han Muqing. She's just a woman who climbed up by selling her looks, and now she's even trying to worm her way into the Xie Family through the Young Master of the Xie Family—what sheer delusion!"
Han Muqing's face instantly turned ashen. Although the young master of the Xie Family had been pursuing her and she had never accepted him, in the eyes of others, it naturally became her clinging to the Xie Family's young master to climb the social ladder.
Chen Feiyu's gaze shifted. Being an orphan, he was particularly sensitive to the word "bastard", let alone the fact that Qi Weidong had also insulted Han Muqing.
As a doctor, he could naturally tell that Han Muqing was still an untouched maiden, and pretty women were meant to be cherished, not insulted.
Almost instantly, Chen Feiyu flicked off the ground. Qi Weidong only felt a blur before his eyes as Chen Feiyu appeared directly in front of him.
The hunched elderly man seemed to have witnessed something incredible; his eyes suddenly flashed with sharp brilliance before returning to their previous state.
"Apologize, or I will make you pay a heavy price!" Chen Feiyu's expression was as cold as a sharp blade.
Qi Weidong jumped in fright, feeling a surge of fear that made him involuntarily take a step back. Then, his face flushed red as he realized he had lost face. He puffed out his chest and shouted loudly, "I said you're a stray bastard, so what? You have the guts to hit me? I scare you—you wouldn't dare make a move inside the Xie Family estate!"
"You think I wouldn't dare?" Chen Feiyu sneered and delivered a backhanded slap across his face.
Instantly, Qi Weidong stumbled back several steps, seeing stars. His cheek was swollen high, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth; he looked severely beaten.
Even Han Muqing was stunned. She hadn't expected Chen Feiyu to resort to physical violence over a disagreement, but she couldn't have felt more vindicated.
Clutching his face, Qi Weidong flew into a furious rage. "You... how dare you hit me? Do you know who I am? How dare you offend me and offend the entire Xie Family! I want you dead, and I'll have your whole family buried with you!"
Many of the servants nearby wanted to step forward and beat Chen Feiyu up, but Han Muqing reacted immediately. With a single glare from her eyes, they hesitated for a moment and wisely backed away.
Although Han Muqing wasn't a member of the Xie Family, her exceptional business acumen brought the family billions in profits every year, earning her the deep trust of the old patriarch. She was considered a middle-tier figure in the Xie Family's hierarchy of power.
It was even rumored that the eldest young master of the Xie Family was pursuing her, meaning she might well become the young mistress of the family in the future. As for Qi Weidong, he was at best a distant, irrelevant relation.
Which party was heavier and which was lighter was crystal clear to these servants.
With an icy look, Chen Feiyu suddenly stepped forward, closed the distance to Qi Weidong, and kicked him straight to the ground.
Still feeling unsatisfied, Chen Feiyu planted his foot squarely on Qi Weidong's hand. With a crisp *crack*, the bone fractured. Chen Feiyu sneered, "Do you believe me when I say I'll kill you?"
Han Muqing was startled, fearing that a human life might be taken. She hurriedly stepped forward to pull Chen Feiyu back, urging, "If you keep hitting him, he's actually going to die. Teaching him a lesson is enough; we have important business to attend to."
Only then did Chen Feiyu pull his foot back fiercely, sneering, "When a person is bitten by a mad dog, there's no need to bite back. But I don't mind using a brick to beat the dog to death. Remember, don't come looking to provoke me again next time, or I'll make your life a living hell!"
The hunched old man opened his eyes, a hint of interest flashing within them. He chuckled. "This young man is arrogant enough. You're the very first person to come to the Xie Family estate and start beating people up."
"Beating people is nothing. If Sister Qing hadn't stopped me, I wouldn't mind killing him," Chen Feiyu sneered with utter arrogance.
A sharp gleam appeared in the hunched elder's eyes as he looked Chen Feiyu up and down. "Interesting, very interesting."
"Hello, Uncle Zhong." Han Muqing first gave a slight bow to the hunched elder, then led Chen Feiyu inside.
Struggling to climb back to his feet, Qi Weidong watched their retreating figures, bone-deep hatred burning in his eyes. *Damn bastard, I will definitely kill you! And that stinking bitch Han Muqing, helping an outsider—if young master Han wasn't shielding you, I'd definitely have you gang-raped!*
The living room of the Xie Family villa was luxuriously and magnificently decorated, adorned with numerous Ming and Qing dynasty antiques that showcased the owner's status and refined taste.
A good number of people were either sitting or standing inside. Without exception, they were all core members of the Xie Family's power structure; any one of them walking outside could make Mingji City tremble.
Yet at this moment, their expressions were heavy, as if the sky were about to fall.
The reason was simple: the pillar of the Xie Family, Old Patriarch Xie Angxiang, had been diagnosed with late-stage brain cancer. Coupled with the fact that he was nearly ninety years old, surgery was entirely out of the question.
This was practically equivalent to a death sentence.
Thinking of this, the current head of the Xie Family, Xie Yongguo, couldn't help frowning deeply, profound worry shadowing his eyes.
This was the scene that greeted Chen Feiyu and Han Muqing as they walked into the hall.
Han Muqing was a peerless beauty wherever she went, naturally drawing the gazes of everyone around.
Chen Feiyu was handsome, refined, and dashing. Walking together, they looked both like siblings and like a couple.
As soon as the two entered, everyone in the living room turned to look at them.
Chen Feiyu swept his gaze across the room, his eyes lighting up.
Not far away sat a strikingly bright and peerless young woman of around twenty-one or twenty-two. She wore her hair in a ponytail and had an oval face with fair, rosy skin. Her bright, expressive eyes looked as though they could speak.
She wore a white business blouse on her upper body and black trousers on her lower, giving her a simple, elegant, and capable aura.
She was yet another great beauty, easily matching Han Muqing.
"That's Xie Xingxuan, the princess of the Xie Family. Keep your eyes to yourself, or you'll be thrown out as a pervert," Han Muqing whispered.
Afterward, Han Muqing stepped forward and said to Xie Yongguo, "Family Head, this is the doctor I mentioned earlier, Mr. Chen Feiyu."
Chen Feiyu gave a casual nod, considering that his greeting.
Including Xie Yongguo, all the members of the Xie Family froze before bursting into snorts of derision.
"What? He's so young, he doesn't even look twenty yet, and he's a doctor? Sister Qing, are you kidding me?"
"Yeah, Sister Qing is usually so sharp and capable, how could she lose her mind this time? He doesn't look like he knows anything about medicine at all—how could he possibly cure the Old Patriarch?"
Even Xie Family head Xie Yongguo frowned, displeased. "Muqing, he's far too young. Even if he knows some medicine, it's at most superficial. You really acted recklessly this time."
Every word he uttered revealed his mistrust of Chen Feiyu; he was practically calling him a fraud right to his face.
Xie Xingxuan, Xie Yongguo's beloved daughter and the princess of the Xie Family, was currently staring at Chen Feiyu with bright, curious eyes.
A trace of contempt flashed across her gaze immediately after. Han Muqing's judgment had truly failed her this time. If a teenager under twenty could cure her grandfather's brain cancer, all the doctors in the country might as well just commit suicide.
Han Muqing gave a bitter, awkward smile, regretting her decision to bring Chen Feiyu along.
Amidst the mocking laughter of the surrounding Xie family members, Chen Feiyu remained completely unfazed. He calmly stated, "Clothes do not make the man, just as the sea cannot be measured with a pint cup. Since you don't know me, how can you assume I'm a fraud?"
After a brief silence, the members of the Xie Family broke into mocking laughter once again.
"Hah, this brat really knows how to act cool! This is the first time I've ever seen someone come to the Xie Family to put on airs."
"Heh, daring to act high and mighty in our house? He must be an idiot. No, wait, he's just a scam artist who came here specifically to con us out of money." A handsome young man sneered.
The surrounding crowd instantly burst into roaring laughter.
A surge of anger rose in Chen Feiyu's chest. With a cold look, a silver needle materialized between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, he shot it directly into the young man's body.
Xie Zirui—the very person who had just called Chen Feiyu a "fraud"—cut his laughter short halfway through. He collapsed instantly to the floor, terrified. "I... why can't I move?!"
The crowd fell into an uproar, rushing forward to check on the situation.
Only Han Muqing looked at Chen Feiyu thoughtfully; she had witnessed him deal with Snake in the exact same manner back at the shopping mall.
Startled, Xie Yongguo stood up, preparing to check on his nephew, when he suddenly noticed the hunched old man walking in. He asked in surprise, "Uncle Zhong, why did you come in?"
Uncle Zhong was nominally the housekeeper, but in reality, he was Xie Angxiang's comrade-in-arms, sworn brother, and the current guardian of the Xie Family, holding an exceptionally lofty status.
Over the years, had it not been for Uncle Zhong holding down the fort, Old Master Xie and he himself would likely have been assassinated long ago.
Therefore, despite being the head of the Xie Family, Xie Yongguo still treated Uncle Zhong with the utmost respect.