"You can quit anything halfway, but treating illnesses is the exception, don't worry, since I've started, I'll take responsibility for your uncle until the end... Although... he has an extreme distrust in my medical skills, and admittedly, I'm not a magnanimous person, but rest assured, as long as he is willing to cooperate, I won't refuse..." Wang Xiaoqiang sat down next to her, earnestly speaking.

"Little Qiang, listen to me, I'm really sorry about this matter, my uncle, my uncle is just stubborn... But now, his opinion of you has completely changed..." "Uh... that must be because the treatment is working pretty well, right?"

"Extremely well. It's been three full days since you gave my uncle acupuncture, and not only has the pain in his body not returned, but he also feels energized, strong, and he's sleeping soundly... In short, every aspect of his health is improving..." Jiang Wei reported happily to Wang Xiaoqiang.

Hearing these symptoms, Wang Xiaoqiang was also delighted, after all, it was his first time treating cancer. Although he was confident, without seeing the actual effects, he couldn't be one hundred percent certain.

Now, he was certain!

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Wang Xiaoqiang spoke seriously, "Mm, but it's still too early to be happy. Your uncle will need seven or eight more sessions of acupuncture to be fully healed. To help his body recover as quickly as possible, after the acupuncture, I'll prescribe some nourishing Chinese medicine for him to take..."

"Then... then I really can't thank you enough..." Jiang Wei looked at Wang Xiaoqiang with immense gratitude, "My uncle wants to treat you to lunch at noon..." Wang Xiaoqiang, looking at Jiang Wei's haggard face, said, "Let's skip lunch. We can do that after he's better. Finish your milk, and I'll take you home. Get a good night's sleep, and then do whatever you need to do... I'll let you know when it's time for the treatment..."

"Uh... okay." Jiang Wei said, "By the way, I'm going to a friend's art exhibition tomorrow. You're not planning my uncle's treatment for tomorrow, are you?"

"Tomorrow... No, you can go with ease!" Wang Xiaoqiang said.

Jiang Wei was somewhat reassured and finished her milk. But she didn't leave right away.

At this point, she had placed all her hope for her uncle's illness on Wang Xiaoqiang. Logically, she should get closer to him. However, she was not the kind of girl who was opportunistic, trying to curry favor with someone just to achieve a goal, fawning and flattering.

The reason she wanted to get closer to Wang Xiaoqiang was simply because she genuinely appreciated him from the bottom of her heart, and she even harbored a bit of admiration for him.

Last time, it was here that Wang Xiaoqiang said he wanted her to give her feelings to him,

Actually, he had made it very clear that he liked her.

However, he didn't seem to take the initiative, and he was avoiding her. Seeing this, Jiang Wei felt a bit disappointed. However, she thought she should be proactive. After all, her uncle's illness had made things a bit awkward between them, and her uncle's words had hurt Wang Xiaoqiang. If it were someone else, they might have become disheartened and not so enthusiastic about her...

Thinking of this, she put aside all her pride, stared at Wang Xiaoqiang, and asked nonchalantly, "Little Qiang, what have you been busy with lately?"

"Me... I haven't been busy with much," Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't tell Jiang Wei that he had been busy taking care of Mayor Gao's wife these past few days, so he had to gloss over by saying, "Just some company stuff, but now that's done, I can take a couple of days off!"

"Uh..." Jiang Wei's eyes flickered, hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to say, "Would you be interested in taking a look at my friend's art exhibition..."

"Art exhibition..." As he said this, Wang Xiaoqiang's painting skills had reached the highest level. He could be considered unparalleled throughout history since he was a Cultivator with powerful Divine Sense and Spiritual Power. In reality, he should be a top-tier entity, but he had never participated in such art events before. Curious about what the so-called artistic circles were like, he said, "Sure, I'm free these next two days anyway, I'll accompany you for a trip, and play your driver for a bit..."

"Driver... I wouldn't dare, a Divine Doctor like you, what merit do I have to have you as my driver..." Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang's agreement, Jiang Wei was clearly very happy. She, who had always been reserved, was incredibly reluctant to leave and lingered for two more hours. Finally unable to hide her weariness, she bid farewell and left.

...

That night, Li Chunmei came around.

The next day.

Li Chunmei went to work at the hospital, while Wang Xiaoqiang and Jiang Wei attended an art exhibition together. They each busied themselves with their own activities, without interfering with each other.

At the center of the art exhibition.

Wang Xiaoqiang entered along with Jiang Wei, only to see that the men who came here all had scruffy beards and hair styled in the standard "Liu Huan" fashion, while the women were dressed in an androgynous style, overall, they were a mismatched, non-mainstream crowd!

In terms of clothing, it was either too avant-garde or too outdated.

By comparison, Jiang Wei and Wang Xiaoqiang seemed too down-to-earth, with Jiang Wei fairing slightly better in her denim attire, exuding a somewhat alternative temperament. Wang Xiaoqiang, on the other hand, wore a suit with polished shoes, perfectly embodying the image of a major business tycoon. In that outfit, one might think he had wandered into the wrong place.

As the two of them entered, all eyes immediately turned to Wang Xiaoqiang.

At that moment, a girl with a distinctive aura approached to greet them. She spoke in Korean with Jiang Wei. What surprised Wang Xiaoqiang was that Jiang Wei also understood Korean. After exchanging a few pleasantries in Korean, Jiang Wei introduced Wang Xiaoqiang to the Korean girl. It was then that Wang Xiaoqiang learned that the Korean girl's name was Jin Ximei, who was only twenty years old, yet already quite mature with delicate facial features and an oval, egg-shaped face with soft contours, as if she were a character stepped right out of a painting.

In short, she had a very unique flavor.

The paintings being exhibited that day were mostly her works, however, when compared to her in person, her paintings seemed to pale in comparison.

The spacious exhibition center had walls adorned with paintings of all sizes, mostly oil paintings. Some were painted with thick, heavy strokes, others were more abstract, some depicted pastoral scenes, while others portrayed portraits...

Wang Xiaoqiang roughly scanned the art and felt it was nothing special; compared with his own skills, these paintings were merely at an elementary level...

While Wang Xiaoqiang was looking down on these artworks, he had become the object of disdain of everyone else.

The visitors that day, all friends of Jin Ximei, included people from China, South Koreans, and as well as Americans and French. Apart from Wang Xiaoqiang, who was not involved in the arts, the rest were individuals from the art community. Many of them knew Jiang Wei, but none recognized Wang Xiaoqiang.

Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang dressed in a suit and accompanying the circle's recognized beauty, Jiang Wei, who was lingering and interacting with him in a manner that suggested an exceptional relationship, they immediately surrounded them, curious about the nature of their relationship.

These art-community folks all had their quirks, and they were not particularly warm towards the out-of-place Wang Xiaoqiang. Their attitudes were quite indifferent, which could be seen as a professional peculiarity, or perhaps, an air of aloofness. Aside from Jin Ximei, Jiang Wei didn't introduce Wang Xiaoqiang to anyone else.

At that moment, everyone's gaze felt piercing and neurotic - like the gaze of a cat watching their own, making Wang Xiaoqiang feel quite uncomfortable.

At the same time, a wave of irritation welled up inside him. However, since he was already here, to escape the bare and scrutinizing gaze of the crowd, Wang Xiaoqiang intentionally distanced himself from everyone, wandering the room alone, closely examining the paintings on the walls.

Finally, he stopped in front of a pastoral painting and took good time to appreciate the artwork.

It wasn't that this particular painting was exceptionally well-done, but rather the pastoral scenery depicted within it exuded warmth. It was a painting with a distinct Western style, depicting dusk with a gravel path leading to a delicately shaped cottage. The cottage had two windows emitting a faint yellow light, giving off a very cozy feeling.

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