"Damn con artist, how dare you stir up trouble? What are you plotting?"
The female assistant's eyes nearly spat fire as she glared at Ning Fan.
If Wang Jingye really did see the lip print, that would be big trouble.
Because she had told Wang Jingye that she went home to see her mother yesterday. If she went to see her mother, how could there be a lipstick mark?
"Looking at her expression, could it be that God Doctor Ning has hit the mark?"
And the others in the private room began discussing amongst themselves.
"No way, I thought this little divine doctor was just bluffing. Could it really be true? Look, Wang's female assistant obviously seems guilty!"
A boss who had always been one step behind Wang Jingye in business spoke with a hint of schadenfreude.
Of course, he dared not express these thoughts openly—after all, Wang Jingye had much deeper pockets than he did.
If Wang got the wrong idea because of his remark, he might not have an easy time in the future.
Du Dewei, seeing the doubt in everyone's eyes, laughed and stepped in to relieve Wang Jingye, "Friends, she's still a girl, after all.
Making a girl strip in front of so many people is really a bit much, don't you think? Brother Wang, you'd better take your assistant outside to discuss."
After saying this, Du Dewei looked meaningfully at Wang Jingye, his eyes full of implication.
"You bitch, get the hell out!"
Wang Jingye was no fool; he had already sensed something was amiss from her evasive eyes and full-of-holes speech and now seized the chance offered by Du Dewei to lash out at his assistant.
The female assistant dared not disobey Wang Jingye's order and quietly said, "Boss, you must believe me, this is all a misunderstanding..."
Wang Jingye snorted coldly, his brow deeply furrowed, and left the private room without saying a word.
Once the two had left, the others looked at Ning Fan differently.
Originally, everyone thought he was just an inexperienced young man boasting false credentials, but the spectacle that just unfolded with Wang Jingye's assistant ridiculed by her side,
suddenly made them realize Ning Fan was not to be underestimated!
But Ning Fan seemed to be completely oblivious to the change in everyone's gaze, calmly continuing to drink his wine.
"Hey, how did you figure it out? You weren't just guessing, were you?"
Qian Xiaorou leaned in close to Ning Fan and asked in a low voice, her eyes filled with curiosity.
"Hehe, want to know that badly? Call me 'dear' and let's hear it!"
Ning Fan said with a slight smile, his expression unchanged.
"Rogue! Can't you ever be serious!"
Qian Xiaorou cursed inwardly but, considering her father's face and the presence of so many business tycoons, she did not dare say more and just glared hard at Ning Fan, suppressing her doubts.
Before long, the door to the private room was pushed open with a bang, and Wang Jingye returned to his seat, his face grim.
As the host, it was Qian Nengde's responsibility to ease the atmosphere. He immediately stood up and asked with concern, "President Wang, what's the matter?"
Wang Jingye waved his hand and said solemnly, "My assistant isn't feeling well. I've asked her to go back first!"
Although he said so, the look on his face was as ugly as a poker card, forming a stark contrast to his previously mocking and triumphant expression towards Ning Fan.
The business magnates seated in the room were all shrewd people, capable of perfectly capturing even the slightest emotional changes, let alone such a big fluctuation.
"So it turns out President Wang's mistress really did cheat on him, what a huge green hat he's wearing..."
"This young Divine Doctor has really sharp eyes. Without even looking or taking a pulse, just through a few exchanges, he figured out so much information. No wonder old Qian looks up to him so much!"
Many people were thinking this way, and in a short time, Ning Fan became the center of attention in the Emperor Hall private room, with numerous people coming up to toast and network with him.
Soon, Ning Fan's table was piled with business cards left by these business tycoons, many of whom repeatedly insisted with enthusiasm, "After dinner, God Doctor Ning, please don't rush back,
do visit our company, you're guaranteed to gain something!"
The implication in their words was already very clear.
Under such circumstances, Wang Jingye's face became even more gloomy. After drinking a few drinks, he shook his head, stood up, and said a few words to Qian Nengde,
then clasped his fist to everyone present and said in a low voice, "Something urgent came up at the company, I need to go back to handle it. When I have time, I'll host another gathering to meet with everyone again!"
After saying this, he left the Emperor Hall private room as if fleeing.
With Wang Jingye gone, the main presence in the Emperor Hall private room was reduced, which could have caused the atmosphere of the entire banquet to dissipate, but with Ning Fan there, the situation turned out completely different.
The boss who had previously enthusiastically invited Ning Fan to visit his company even stood up from his seat, walked over to Ning Fan with a glass of wine in hand,
and said sincerely, "God Doctor Ning, truly a hero emerges from youth. With your discerning eyes, I, Old Pan, am truly impressed. When I have the chance, I really need to ask you for a small favor!"
Ning Fan frowned slightly and said, "I might not have much time."
However, Ning Fan's indifferent attitude did not dampen his enthusiasm but rather sparked even greater eagerness. He leaned toward Ning Fan and whispered, "God Doctor Ning, rest assured, just help me with this favor, and you can choose any house or car you wish!"
Their whispered conversation was naturally also heard by the nearby business magnates.
In no time, people were falling over themselves to invite Ning Fan, each offering houses, cars, money, and beauties, fearful of being outdone by their peers and losing face.
Of course, Ning Fan decisively rejected all these offers.
Ning Fan stood up, smiled slightly, and said, "We've had just about enough to eat for today, I have some matters at home, so I'll be going now."
"Now that won't do, God Doctor Ning. You are our table's honored guest. If you leave, how are we supposed to continue enjoying ourselves? Please stay, God Doctor Ning. The meal was just the prelude,
there are even more exciting activities to come!"
A businessman stood up with a wink and said this smilingly to Ning Fan.
At this moment, everyone was impressed by Ning Fan's medical skills. Although they didn't know exactly what methods Ning Fan possessed, the room was filled with savvy people—none of whom wanted to offend someone like him.
Wasn't Wang Jingye a prime example of this?
"I appreciate everyone's hospitality, but I really have an urgent matter at home, so I'll take my leave. Next time, next time I'll make sure to have a couple of drinks with everyone," said Ning Fan, smilingly but firmly declining.
Although his status was not comparable to these so-called tycoons, it's always good to have more friends and connections.
Seeing Ning Fan directly decline the various temptations offered by the merchants, Qian Nengde felt a sense of pride, increasingly convinced he hadn't misjudged Ning Fan. Noticing Ning Fan's impatient demeanor,
he was startled, worried that the others' coercion might offend the Divine Doctor and immediately gave his daughter a meaningful look.