When the conversation hits a dead end, Tang Yu can't be bothered to engage with Wenren Yuanshan anymore.
He doesn't intend to stand by and watch the Wenren family align with Lu Junzhuo.
But if they're determined to be inflexible, he'll do his best and leave it at that.
If things don't work out, at least he can enjoy the banquet sitting at the girls' table.
Wenren Yage is currently wrestling with a complex mix of emotions.
However, she has already decided that upon returning to Su Hang, she will take her father to seek help from Jiang the Old Divine Doctor.
If this Lu Junzhuo is indeed up to no good, then he shouldn't be surprised if she doesn't show him any mercy!
The atmosphere remains awkwardly silent between them.
It isn't until they board the plane that everyone ends up seated separately.
After securing her father with his seatbelt, Wenren Yage says,
"Dad, I'm going to the restroom. If you need anything, you can call the flight attendant."
"Go ahead."
Wenren Yuanshan waves her off, his mood a little sour.
He is a man of rigid personality but places immense value on gratitude!
Lu Junzhuo healed his leg, so he considers him a benefactor.
Thinking about what Tang Yu said earlier only adds to his displeasure.
If it weren't for his current condition of being wheelchair-bound and having tempered his temper,
he would have surely made Tang Yu suffer for his insolence.
Wenren Yage, however, doesn't actually go to the restroom.
Instead, after walking a short distance, she finds Tang Yu's seat.
"Is there something I can help you with, Miss Wenren?"
Tang Yu asks casually, leaning back in his seat reading a novel.
"Tang Yu, earlier, my father's words might have offended you. It wasn't appropriate to address it in front of him, so I wanted to offer an apology here and now."
Wenren Yage bows slightly to Tang Yu in a gesture of apology.
Her attitude surprises Tang Yu somewhat.
This free-spirited wild horse of a woman is being surprisingly polite with him?
The lingering annoyance in his heart dissipates, and he waves it off.
"Don't worry about it, it was just a small misunderstanding. It's all good now."
[Hm, she's quite polite, actually.]
[I was originally just planning to help you expose Lu Junzhuo.]
[But with your attitude, I might as well go the extra mile and cure your father's condition.]
[The 'Qingnang Tianjing' does have a few scripts for curing paralysis.]
[Once treated, your father won't only be pain-free every month.]
[He'll also indirectly protect our Tang Family.]
"???"
Wenren Yage is both puzzled and excited.
Could this guy really have a way to cure her father's legs?
But what does he mean by "pain-free every month"?
He's kind of... irritating, actually.
"Then I won't disturb you, Tang Yu. Here's my business card. You can add my WeChat if you'd like. It'll make it easier to stay in touch."
Wenren Yage hands Tang Yu a business card.
The card bears her name, phone number, and the name of her company.
Most ancient martial arts families operate security companies, which serve as their main source of income.
"Sure, no problem."
Noticing Wenren Yage's courteous demeanor, Tang Yu feels a bit baffled inwardly.
Once the plane lands in Su Hang, Tang Yu heads straight back to his family's antique shop.
The auction is starting in a couple of days,
and he needs to gear up now!
Upon exiting the airport, Wenren Yage and her father are greeted by a chauffeur who drives them.
"Take us to Jiang the Old Divine Doctor's clinic."
Wenren Yage instructs the driver.
"Why visit Jiang the Old Divine Doctor's clinic?"
Wenren Yuanshan asks, looking puzzled.
"Did that kid from the Tang Family say something to you? Why would you believe his nonsense?"
He doesn't like owing people favors, so going to see Jiang the Old Divine Doctor would be unnecessary trouble.
His condition, in his view, is already being taken care of by the young man, Lu Junzhuo.
"Let's just get checked out, Dad. It's nothing serious."
Wenren Yage shakes her head, her tone resolute.
If there's an issue, a simple check-up will reveal it!
Seeing his daughter's determined expression, Wenren Yuanshan knows he can't persuade her otherwise.
He sighs and reluctantly agrees.
When they arrive at the clinic, Wenren Yuanshan pushes open the car door and uses his hands to propel himself onto his wheelchair.
As Wenren Yage wheels her father into the clinic, they notice long lines of patients waiting outside.
The clinic hosts free public medical services every day, offering free treatment to those who can't afford it.
This initiative, however, has ruffled some feathers among those whose profits are affected.
Over the years, there have been occasional disruptions to their service.
Under the protection of the Tang Family, however, those who caused trouble have mysteriously disappeared.
Since then, no one has dared to stir the pot.
Jiang Xiaoyue is currently busy taking the pulse of a patient.
Recognizing the father-daughter duo, she greets them cheerfully.
"Miss Wenren, bringing your father in for a check-up?"
"Yes, we'd like to consult Jiang the Old Divine Doctor. Is he available?"
Wenren Yage asks politely.
"He's in the back, reading. You can go on in."
Jiang Xiaoyue smiles sweetly, pointing towards the inner courtyard of the clinic.
"Thank you."
Wenren Yage nods and wheels her father into the courtyard.
There, Jiang the Old Divine Doctor, clad in a traditional green robe, is deeply engrossed in a medical ancient text.
Seeing the duo approach, he greets them cordially.
"Welcome, is there anything I can assist you with today?"
"Jiang the Old Divine Doctor, a great master recently treated my father's legs with some positive results. I was hoping you could assess the effectiveness of the treatment," Wenren Yage replies respectfully.
"Aiyoh, Jiang the Old Divine Doctor, I feel fine. She insisted on bringing me here for a check-up," Wenren Yuanshan sighs, a bit frustrated.
"Treated your legs, you say?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang the Old Divine Doctor is both surprised and excited.
Even his medical expertise couldn't solve this problem.
Could there be such a masterful individual out there?
Hurriedly, he begins to examine Wenren Yuanshan, carefully feeling his pulse.
After a moment, his expression suddenly darkens, and he slams his hand down in anger.
"Simply outrageous! How dare such malpractice occur? Who is responsible for this?"
"What's the matter?"
Both father and daughter are startled by Jiang the Old Divine Doctor's sudden outburst.
After all, the renowned and gentle doctor is not one prone to anger.
"This person's medical skills are indeed formidable, possibly even slightly superior to my own, but his intentions are utterly malicious."
"I'm not sure what kind of acupuncture techniques he used in your treatment."
"With his skills, if he had been patient and performed acupuncture every two weeks for a year, he could have completely healed your leg."
"However, for this individual to achieve speedy results, he resorted to an unscrupulous method, combining needling the Sanhui and Yuanjing points—a practice that severely depletes vital energy."
"Even if the treatment is entirely successful, you won't survive more than a year!"
Jiang the Old Divine Doctor's face turns red with indignation.
Incompetent doctors may merely be ignorant and harmful.
But those who employ wicked tactics are worse than animals.
Wenren Yage's face instantly falls.
She had actually doubted Tang Yu's words?
Wenren Yuanshan is equally shocked.
He never anticipated that the young man he had admired was harboring ulterior motives.
Aside from anger, deep feelings of guilt gnaw at him.
Thankfully, Tang Yu from the Tang Family had offered a timely warning.
If not for that, his life might truly be nearing its end.
His harsh treatment of Tang Yu now fills him with regret.
He strikes himself across the face in self-reproach.
This was his fault.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
