Zhu Bufan and Du Yujia were sitting on a sofa on one side of the hall. There was a large crowd blocking the view in front, which failed to capture the girl's attention.

This time, their visit was even shorter. The pair only stayed inside for about three minutes before they emerged from the room, both maintaining their composure, walking out with grace rather than being kicked out. But judging by the gloomy expression on the girl's pretty face, they evidently hadn't cured her condition!

Seeing the situation going south, the rest of the group inside the room rose to leave. In no time, the room was left with only Zhu Bufan and Du Yujia.

Having nothing better to do just then, Zhu Bufan picked up an apple from the table and peeled two—one for himself and one for Du Yujia, who was grinning from ear to ear. Even though she wasn't particularly fond of apples, she ate with gusto, making an effort to enjoy it.

Now that the group had dispersed, Zhu Bufan and Du Yujia suddenly found themselves in the spotlight.

Zhang Qianguo's displeased gaze landed on Zhu Bufan, who couldn't care less about this gold-digger, pretending not to notice her. Du Yujia quickly stood up and said, "Hello Miss, this is President Zhu from Yi Family Investment Company. I am his consultant."

Realization dawned on Zhang Qianguo. No wonder this gentleman was so arrogant; he was a president, and to have reached such a position at his young age, it would be difficult not to be!

Zhang Qianguo quickly tempered her anger and responded with a hint of formality, "May I ask what has brought President Zhu to us? Our Hai'an Mining Company doesn't seem to have any business dealings with Yi Family Investment Company, right?"

"Our President Zhu is well-versed in medicine and has come specially to treat Mr. Ouyang Guodong," said Du Yujia, as Zhu Bufan showed no intention of speaking, and it would have been awkward had she remained silent.

"Oh, I see. Then please, this way." Zhang Qianguo's expression immediately turned to scorn again, presuming Yi Family Investment Company must not be a significant firm, probably just a shell company, and pitifully reliant on the president himself to do the work.

Only then did Zhu Bufan stand up and stride into the room.

Lying on the bed was a corpulent, middle-aged man with an eerily pale face. A woman with such pallor would have been a great beauty, but it was off-putting on a man. Moreover, his fat, white face was not smooth but pocked and uneven—not at all pleasant to look at.

In fact, Zhu Bufan's focus on the man's appearance was mainly because he subconsciously compared him with Zhang Qianguo. Zhang Qianguo's looks could compete with Zhan Feiyu, definitely at the beauty queen level. Zhu Bufan thought Zhang Qianguo marrying this man was like a fresh flower stuck in cow dung. If Ouyang Guodong looked good, it would indeed be a miracle.

Zhang Qianguo hurried forward to explain, "President Zhu, my husband's illness is in his abdomen, look!" With that, she lifted the covers off Ouyang Guodong.

On Ouyang Guodong's abdomen was a black tumor the size of a fist, with an intensely red color, almost like fresh blood. If that was all, it might have just been shocking, but what came next was truly horrifying!

The fist-sized tumor was actually moving, resembling a large air sac expanding and contracting with the rhythm of breath. Growing and shrinking—although the movement was subtle, it was undeniably real.

Zhu Bufan's expression turned somber as he muttered to himself, "It's actually the Mother and Child Corpse Poisonous Insect!"

"What did you say? Can you diagnose my illness?" The man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, asking with extreme excitement.

Zhang Qianguo was also quite excited and said, "President Zhu, what exactly is my husband's illness? You..."

"Shut up!" Ouyang Guodong scolded sharply, "What do you know as a woman? Dr. Zhu has already said, I am afflicted with the Mother and Child Corpse Poisonous Insect!"

Zhang Qianguo's face was filled with grievance, but she still dared not say much more. Pouting her lips, she stepped aside and stopped talking.

Seeing that Ouyang Guodong was the decision-maker, Zhu Bufan addressed him directly, "The Mother and Child Corpse Poisonous Insect is an ancient Gu Technique that has been passed down in the Miao Territory..."

"Enough, enough." Ouyang Guodong interjected promptly, "Just tell me if you can treat it or not. If you can, then do it and name your price, no matter how much. If you can't, don't waste my time."

He really spoke like a nouveau riche from the coal mining business, so direct.

"I can treat this illness," Zhu Bufan said decisively, "You give me..."

"Cough, cough." Du Yujia, who was beside him, coughed in time, signaling Zhu Bufan not to mention the price yet.

Bufan got the hint and continued, "The materials needed are indeed very numerous, I need to calculate them properly. Do you have pen and paper here?"

"What are you waiting for, go get the pen and paper now, hurry up!" Ouyang Guodong, thrilled to the point of near frenzy, almost roared this sentence out.

Zhu Bufan then prescribed another terrifying prescription, several times more complex than the one he had given to Zhan Feiyu last time. The meaning of Du Yujia's words was clear; Ouyang Guodong's situation was different from Zhan Feiyu's.

When Zhu Bufan went to treat Zhan Feiyu, he did so as a private individual, and how much he charged was entirely up to him—it was a feast for one that left the whole family full! But now the situation was different. Behind Zhu Bufan stood a company. Issues had to be considered from the company's perspective.

After Bufan had written up a dense prescription, Zhang Qianguo reached out to have a look, but Du Yujia snatched it away first. Zhang Qianguo glared at Du Yujia fiercely, to which Du Yujia responded unyieldingly, "This is our President Zhu's secret recipe, how can it be carelessly shown to others?"

Zhang Qianguo was so annoyed she was itching to bite something. Du Yujia held the prescription for a long time, and sweat beads appeared on her forehead with a buzz. The contents of the prescription were so terrifying that it sent shivers down her spine, but her composure was much stronger than Zhan Feiyu and the others; she didn't utter a single word of doubt.

After calming her excited emotions slightly, she said solemnly, "Mr. Ouyang, your condition is very serious and the prescription is extremely complicated. The total cost for the medical fees will be around 30 million."

"30 million then 30 million!" Ouyang Guodong replied without even a wrinkle in his brow, "As long as my illness can be cured, I can afford even 300 million!"

Nouveau riche spoke with such force, and Du Yujia inwardly felt the price was a bit low. But once a word is spoken, it's like water splashed out—how could one simply take it back?

30 million was not a small sum, even if Ouyang Guodong was wealthy, he couldn't possibly pay it all at once to Zhu Bufan and his party for the treatment.

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