Miracle Drug

Soon, they had eaten and drunk their fill.

After some discussion, the matter regarding the orphanage was mostly settled.

The location wouldn't change; it would remain in its original place.

Furthermore, a separate medical system and school would be built later, located right near the orphanage.

"Director, this pill is for you." Qin Ning took out a small box and placed it in front of Director Shen.

"What is this?"

The old director was slightly taken aback, not understanding.

"Just take it as a hangover pill," Qin Ning smiled faintly, not explaining too much.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, the old director immediately laughed, "There's such a thing? Then I'd like to give it a try."

He had indeed drunk quite a bit during the banquet just now. Now that he was older, he couldn't handle his liquor well and only felt flushed, dizzy, and quite uncomfortable.

Saying so, he didn't hesitate, picking up the pill and swallowing it right in front of everyone.

As soon as the pill was swallowed, the old director felt a special power instantly diffuse throughout his body.

It was as if all the blood in his body was nourished at this moment, making him feel an unprecedented sense of comfort.

All the ailments he originally had seemed to vanish at this very moment, and he became incredibly energetic.

"This..."

This feeling made a look of disbelief immediately appear on his face.

"How is this possible?"

An exclamation rang out in the private room, but it didn't come from the old director's mouth; it was Wang Er.

He was also very curious about Qin Ning's so-called hangover pill and wanted to see if this thing could really cure a hangover.

But when the old director took the pill and, right in front of him, regained his youth, looking as if he had aged backward by more than ten years, this scene left Wang Er completely dumbfounded on the spot.

Such a thing had clearly exceeded his understanding and defied common sense.

"What's wrong?" The old director was startled by Wang Er's sudden reaction and looked at him curiously.

"Old Director, you, you... your appearance..."

Wang Er was so shocked that he couldn't even speak clearly, failing to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"My appearance?" The old director was baffled, as he couldn't see the changes in his own face.

Just then, Cheng Weiyang dug out a makeup mirror from the bag she carried with her and handed it to Director Shen.

"Am I..."

When he saw his reflection in the mirror, the old director was completely stunned.

Not only were there fewer wrinkles on his face, but he also looked over ten years younger. His hair, which was completely snow-white just a moment ago, had somehow turned black.

He gasped, "Am I dreaming?"

"Old Director, this isn't a dream. Young Master Qin was just joking with you earlier. That pill isn't as simple as a hangover pill; it's a divine medicine that can cure all diseases and has the effect of restoring youth," Xia Fei explained with a smile.

"Divine medicine? Cure all diseases? Restore youth?"

The old director could understand every single word of these phrases, but put together, they were somewhat incomprehensible.

Or rather, he didn't dare to understand.

How could such a medicine exist in this world?

Yet, it had truly happened to him, leaving him no choice but to believe it.

By now, the old director finally understood something.

Why, earlier at the orphanage, even a big shot like Zhou De was so respectful to Qin Ning, and even Elder Zeng had called to explain.

Before this, even if he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out the answer.

Looking at it now, it was definitely because of this divine medicine!

He still had many questions in his heart, but he tactfully didn't ask them.

After all, some things were no longer within his realm to touch upon.

Beside them, Wang Er slapped himself hard, trying to wake himself up from this dream.

Obviously, he also felt that such a thing was too outrageous. Other than in a dream, how could it happen in reality?

"Did you drink the alcohol straight into your brain?" Xia Fei and the others looked at him like he was an idiot.

"This is real? I'm not dreaming?" Wang Er said in disbelief.

Qin Ning smiled, then flipped his palm, taking out another wooden box and handing it to him. "This is for you, as a return gift for giving the land to Xiao Fei."

Wang Er took the wooden box, his hands trembling. "This medicine..."

"It has the same effect as what the old director just took," Qin Ning said.

"Thank you, Young Master Qin!"

A look of wild ecstasy immediately appeared on Wang Er's face. He wanted to offer another toast, but found that the wine in the bottle was completely empty.

He hurriedly said, "Young Master Qin, how about we drink a bit more? I'll have someone bring in a bottle of wine."

"We'll skip the wine, let's do it another day," Qin Ning waved his hand.

"Do it another day?"

Hearing this, Wang Er was first taken aback, then frowned as if seriously pondering something. A moment later, he said coyly, "Although I can't quite accept it, but... I guess that's fine too."

"What do you mean 'that's fine too'?" Everyone had a baffled expression on their faces.

Xia Fei was the first to realize, laughing and scolding, "Young Master Qin meant we'll drink another time. What the hell is going through your head, saying 'that's fine too'? So our Young Master Wang is this kind of person?"

Zhou Ping'an, Zhong Mingyuan, and the others also caught on and quickly distanced themselves from Wang Er.

...

Soon, everyone walked out of the hotel.

Xia Fei arranged several cars. One was responsible for taking the old director back to the orphanage, while the other two took them back to the villa.

Because everyone had drunk quite a bit, after returning to the villa, Qin Ning told everyone to go rest.

Wang Er also brazenly followed them and moved into a room on the second floor.

"Hello, Dad."

He lay on the bed and dialed Wang Lin's number. "Everything is fine now. Young Master Qin said the matter has passed. The higher-ups shouldn't give our family trouble anymore."

"That's good."

On this end of the phone, Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but couldn't help asking, "Did that Young Master Qin not make things difficult for you? He actually just let it go like that?"

"No, Young Master Qin is a very nice person without putting on any airs. However, to express my apologies, I gave all the land plots I acquired in Liu City over the past few days to his sister, Qin Fei."

"It's just some land, if you gave it away, you gave it away. It's only a few billion." Wang Lin didn't mind; he still had this level of broad-mindedness.

"Oh right, Dad, Young Master Qin also gave me a divine medicine today."

Subsequently, Wang Er explained the function and effects of the divine medicine over the phone, and also recounted how he had seen Director Shen regain his youth with his own eyes.

"Really?" Wang Lin's first reaction was disbelief.

But when he thought of Elder Zeng and Elder Liu, who had called him earlier, he suddenly felt that everything seemed to make sense.

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