"Stinky Little Fatty, what nonsense are you talking about?" Murong Shan said with a blush, unable to resist giving Little Fatty a couple of light hits as she sounded somewhat distracted.

Seeing this, Chen Fei took the opportunity to gracefully exit the situation. "Well, Little Fatty, Sister Shan," he said with a hint of guilt, "I'm planning to head back to Northern Mountain, so I'll be on my way. Call me if you need anything."

When Murong Shan heard that Chen Fei was leaving, she felt an inexplicable sense of loss. She didn't insist on him staying, however, simply nodding and murmuring, "Alright then. Be careful on your way."

"Goodbye, Brother Fei!" Little Fatty waved from the side.

"Bye, I'll be off then." Just then, a taxi pulled up nearby. Chen Fei gave a final wave and got in.

While sitting in the taxi, Chen Fei noticed through the rearview mirror that Murong Shan was standing still, her beautiful eyes fixed in his direction with a complex gaze. The sight made him freeze for a moment. A moment later, the taxi turned a corner, and she naturally disappeared from view.

"Sister Shan, Sister Shan."

Seeing this, Little Fatty sighed softly and patted Murong Shan on the shoulder. "Class Monitor, I really didn't want to say anything. However, I think Brother Fei is a good person. If you really like him, don't hesitate anymore, or you'll regret it when it's too late."

"I..." Murong Shan's beautiful eyes trembled at his words as a complex emotion welled up inside her.

Do I really like him? But, but…

Although Chen Fei had already left, the commotion at the Xicheng District Traffic Police Brigade in Tongzhou City continued to unfold exactly as he had arranged. As the main antagonist of the traffic accident, Gong Yueling now understood her mistake. She cried and pleaded with Zhang Quan for help, but he was already in too much trouble to care about anyone else. Another phone call came from Secretary Zhang Quanchuan, who cursed Zhang Quan out so thoroughly that he was promptly sent packing. Secretary Shen, Director Bi, and Captain Luo then personally handled the incident. Meanwhile, Chen Fei had already arrived at Tongzhou City Airport and boarded a flight to Northern Mountain.

...

At Northern Mountain City's White Cloud Airport, a middle-aged man in his forties, his brow marked with pride, was scolding the people beside him with a sullen face. "What's going on? Didn't we confirm that the kid had purchased a ticket for this flight? Why hasn't he shown up yet? Don't tell me your intel was wrong!" His tone was harsh, causing the men in black around him to pale.

This middle-aged man with the proud expression was none other than Xiao Qianrang, known as the wealthiest man in Jiangnan!

Clearly, he had not been having the best of times recently, or he wouldn't have been so irritable and lashing out in anger.

The reason, of course, was the strange illness he had contracted. Every night, when the air grew colder, his knees would be wracked with an uncontrollable, excruciating pain that no anesthetic or painkiller could alleviate. What's more, none of the so-called experts and miracle doctors he had hired were able to save him.

He had been tormented nearly to the brink of collapse and could only refocus his attention on that young man, whom he saw as arrogant and self-righteous.

Who was Xiao Qianrang? The official head of the Xiao Family, the wealthiest man in Jiangnan Province, someone countless people were lining up to curry favor with, yet this mere youngster dared to disregard him and defy his words. Does he really think he's so special?

Obviously, this was the typical superiority complex of the wealthy.

He believed that as the wealthiest man in Jiangnan Province and the official head of the Xiao Family, he was rich and distinguished. Therefore, it was only natural that the entire world should revolve around him, fawning over and flattering him. Yet he failed to consider that if he were truly so great, he wouldn't need to be standing here so subserviently, waiting to beg someone else for help.

That's right. His presence at Northern Mountain's White Cloud Airport today was for no other reason than to 'ask' Chen Fei to treat his illness.

"We did indeed confirm that he purchased a ticket for the previous flight, but he didn't board. Instead, shortly after that flight took off, he bought another ticket for a different time. Assuming no surprises, he must have been delayed," replied a man with parted brown hair standing by Xiao Qianrang's side. He always wore an uncomfortable smile, like a venomous snake, his narrow eyes shimmering with a chilling gleam.

"Is that so? Bingcheng, how much longer do we have to wait?" Xiao Qianrang asked, his voice laced with even more irritation and impatience.

The idea of him, the foremost tycoon of Jiangnan Province, waiting on someone like a lackey was deeply humiliating. He felt extremely uncomfortable and naturally wanted the annoying ordeal to end as soon as possible.

"Assuming no surprises, it should be another forty minutes. At this time… they should just be starting to board over there," the brown-haired man Xiao Qianrang called 'Bingcheng' replied with a soft smile.

...

"After all that waiting, I'm finally back..." About forty or fifty minutes later, Chen Fei sauntered out of the arrivals terminal, a single-strap bag over his shoulder, humming a nonsensical tune.

It was just after two in the afternoon, arguably the hottest time of a summer day. As the sun beat down in scorching waves, the entire world felt like a giant furnace, leaving people drenched in sweat with flushed faces. Fortunately, the airport's central air conditioning was powerful enough to offer a hint of coolness amidst the oppressive heat.

Even so, the heat was so unbearable that everyone outside was dressed in light, airy clothes, looking as though they wanted to strip naked. Naturally, this filled the airport with a vibrant atmosphere. The sight of fair, slender legs, shapely figures revealed by sweat-dampened clothes, and pearly droplets of sweat rolling down pale skin... It was all a picturesque scene that Chen Fei happily admired, feeling completely at ease.

However, at that moment, a group of people suddenly blocked his way. The leader, Xiao Qianrang, wore a supremely arrogant and sullen expression as he said in a cold voice, "Doctor Chen, it's been a long time."

"It's you?"

Chen Fei immediately narrowed his eyes and stood still, staring expressionlessly at the other man.

So much for my good mood. This guy is annoyingly persistent!

"It's me."

Seeing Chen Fei's narrowed eyes and disdainful tone that kept people at a distance, Xiao Qianrang was so annoyed his teeth began to itch. But this time, he forced himself to hold back. "You are a doctor, and I have come to ask you to treat my illness," he said coldly. "Do you understand what I mean?"

Clearly, though Xiao Qianrang came to ask for a favor, his tone was as imperious and self-centered as ever. Do you understand what I mean? Are you kidding me? Is this how you ask for help!?

His 'I'm-second-only-to-heaven' tone left Chen Fei speechless. Frowning, he said lightly, "President Xiao, is your memory a bit fuzzy?"

Chen Fei pointed to his head and continued with a sarcastic look, "I've already resigned. Therefore, I am not a doctor now. Do you get what I mean?" With that, Chen Fei brushed past him to leave.

"Stop right there!"

The next moment, Xiao Qianrang grabbed Chen Fei's shoulder, his face flushed with anger. "Just because you resigned, you're not a doctor anymore?" he said fiercely. "I don't know how your master taught you. Didn't he tell you that a doctor should practice medicine to help the world and care for all who are sick? How can you turn away a patient who is suffering?"

His speech was so impassioned, with such dramatic intonation, as if he were heartbroken at the sight of an arrogant, unprofessional quack who lorded his skills over others. Chen Fei cringed, utterly speechless at the performance.

"You mean my master?~ Practice medicine to help the world? Care for all who are sick? Sorry, he really never said anything like that."

However, Chen Fei just gave a faint smile. SMACK. He knocked Xiao Qianrang's hand off his shoulder, shook his head, and walked away.

You mention my master? Strictly speaking, I have two, right? And believe it or not, neither of them ever taught me anything about practicing medicine to help the world or caring for the sick. As for the expert from the Cultivation World who imparted such miraculous medical skills to me, the phrase he mentioned most in that legacy was: 'Heaven and earth are heartless, treating all beings as straw dogs; achieve sainthood through self-annihilation!' Obviously, that was another guy with an appallingly hostile aura. As for helping the world… let's just forget it.

"You, Chen, stop right there! I advise you not to be unappreciative. For me, Xiao Qianrang, to personally wait for you here is already giving you plenty of face. What more do you want!?" Xiao Qianrang roared in anger, seeing Chen Fei remain so obstinate.

"Oh?"

Chen Fei's departing steps paused. He turned his head and looked at Xiao Qianrang expressionlessly, then a corner of his mouth hooked into a smirk. "Giving me plenty of face? So? How is that my business?"

Chen Fei flipped him the middle finger, causing Xiao Qianrang's body to tremble with rage. His face turned shades of purple and green as he snarled at Chen Fei's retreating back, "Last warning, Chen! Treat me right now! Otherwise, I, Xiao Qianrang, will definitely make you regret it!"

"Oh, then by all means, try."

A mocking smile played on Chen Fei's lips as he walked away.

You want to make me regret it? Fine. I'd really like to see what you, Xiao Qianrang, can do to make me, Chen Fei, regret anything.

WHAP!

In the next instant, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder. The brown-haired, middle-parted man had appeared behind Chen Fei as if from nowhere. With a dangerous smile on his lips, he adjusted the black-framed glasses on his nose, grinned, and said, "Sir, President Xiao is still here. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to just walk away like this?"

Chen Fei turned his head to look at the brown-haired man, his face expressionless. His gaze was flat, but a faint light flickered deep within his eyes.

Another First-Class Ancient Martial Artist? So damn annoying!

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