"Elder Zeng, do you mean my little brother’s health has hope?" Zhan Jingwen’s face was expressionless, but his heart was filled with excitement, and he couldn’t help but quickly ask.
This Elder Zeng is the family doctor. He is highly respected in the medical community and is a master deserving of great admiration, having treated many high-profile patients and resolved numerous complex cases.
Elder Zeng is the respectful address everyone uses for him.
Later, as Elder Zeng grew older, he gradually appeared less in public.
Subsequently, due to Zhan Jingshu’s health issues, the Zhan family specially offered a large sum to ’invite’ him back into service. Although he was labeled as a family doctor, he was essentially ’retired’ at the Zhan home, only troubled during special circumstances.
Besides Elder Zeng, the Zhan family also has another relatively young family doctor, Jiang Xing, a Ph.D. in medicine who returned from studying abroad. He is the primary caretaker of the Zhan family’s health, typically dealing with common ailments.
This time was for a comprehensive check-up on Zhan Jingshu’s body, and naturally, Zhan Jingwen placed significant importance on the matter and invited Elder Zeng.
Because of Zhan Jingshu’s health, the Zhan family had called upon numerous renowned doctors, but unfortunately, no one was able to cure Zhan Jingshu’s illness.
Gradually, the Zhan family also fell into despair.
As Zhan Jingshu’s 18th birthday approached, the hearts of the entire Zhan family hung in suspense, fearing he wouldn’t make it through.
But now, Elder Zeng suddenly tells Zhan Jingwen that after months of deterioration, there is hope for improvement in Zhan Jingshu’s body?!
How could Zhan Jingwen not be excited? He was eager to call their parents abroad and tell them there’s no need to trouble that reluctant-to-act "Master" anymore, as there’s hope for his little brother’s health.
Moreover, the expert capable of curing his little brother is right in N City and has already examined him.
Elder Zeng nodded, "I dare to guarantee with my decades of medical ethics that the young master’s body is indeed improving. As to whether it can be completely cured, I still need to meet this expert and hear his opinion. However, I think that since he can make the young master’s health noticeably improve in such a short time, he surely has a way to make the young master even better, or even recover completely."
Admirer of Elder Zeng’s medical skills, Jiang Xing also assured, "Eldest young master, do you not trust Elder Zeng’s medical skills? If even Elder Zeng says so, then there is indeed hope for the young master’s health. It’s just not clear if this expert who treated him would be willing to let us assist from the side."
A doctor capable of improving the condition of a patient already given a death sentence must have extraordinary abilities, Jiang Xing believed.
He wasn’t afraid this person would take his job; he only hoped to learn a trick or two.
He was still young, with a long road ahead, and only by learning superior medical skills could he move further and climb higher in the future.
Old Butler Uncle Zhan was excited immediately, "Great, eldest young master, we’ll call Miss Mu right away. No, I’ll go invite her myself. If she’s still mad about my previous offense, I’ll kneel if I have to, just to bring her back..."
As long as they could cure the young master’s illness, he’d do anything.
Old Butler Uncle Zhan, unmarried and without children, treated the young master he watched grow up as his child, his lifeblood.
Compared to everyone’s excitement, the usually calm Zhan Jingshu was the calmest, "I told you, my goddess is not an ordinary person. She’s not only the God of Cooking but can also heal people. The injuries on my body were healed by her. But you didn’t believe me, now do you?"
"Yes, yes, we believe it now." Old Butler Uncle Zhan nodded repeatedly, "The young master indeed has good fortune, always meeting benefactors who turn misfortunes into blessings, just time."
Indeed, if the young master hadn’t been suddenly "kidnapped," he wouldn’t have ended up at Jiang Nuo’s house, nor would he have met Mu Qiuniang and received her treatment.
Thinking about it, Old Butler Uncle Zhan felt both relieved and pained in his heart. Worried because the young master always suffers, relieved because, more often than not, fortune follows the suffering.
"To show the Zhan family’s sincerity, I’ll personally go and invite her," Zhan Jingwen said.
As long as they could cure his little brother’s illness, he’d, like Old Butler Uncle Zhan, even serve tea to apologize if needed.
At this moment, the carefree Zhan Jingmo returned from outside, his hair dyed blonde, dressed in studs, appearing more like a 17-18-year-old rebellious teenager despite being in his twenties.
Arriving home and seeing the family doctor, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes, "Who is big brother going to invite? What sort of big shot would warrant big brother personally stepping up?"
As he came in, he happened to overhear Zhan Jingwen speaking.
Unaware of the situation, he thought someone important was visiting.
Ha! After all, his big brother now held the Zhan family’s economic reins, so his brother’s friends couldn’t be ordinary people, could they?
Zhan Jingmo’s inner sneer was evident. Born of the same parents, why should Zhan Jingwen take over the family’s business just because he was born earlier?
And that good-for-nothing Zhan Jingshu, who couldn’t do anything and always looked on the verge of dying but never actually did, yet their parents and big brother all doted on him.
Was he, Zhan Jingmo, picked up from outside?
Zhan Jingmo had long been dissatisfied with this family. Especially seeing the family doctor fussing over Zhan Jingshu made him wish he were the one sick so they’d notice his existence.
Zhan Jingwen, seeing Zhan Jingmo’s demeanor, frowned, "What kind of appearance is that? Haven’t I told you how many times, don’t dress like an unwanted vagrant on the streets, embarrassing everyone."
Each time he saw his reckless brother, Zhan Jingwen became infuriated.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to manage him, but his brother was stubborn and wouldn’t listen. After trying a few times and failing to manage him, he gave up.
At worst, he’d clean up after him. As long as Zhan Jingmo didn’t commit murder, there was nothing he couldn’t handle.
"What’s wrong with me? Whose face am I embarrassing? Yours?" Zhan Jingmo immediately retorted, "Zhan Jingwen, how big do you think your face is? I like being , so what?"
Zhan Jingwen, not bothering to engage, stated, "There’s stuff happening at home these days, so don’t bring any nonsense back. Fine, I’ll give you a hundred thousand to go play for a few days. If you run out of money, call me."
"What, you’re kicking me out?!" Zhan Jingmo’s face changed, "Why? I’m a Zhan; I’ve got the same blood flowing as you. If you can live in this house, why can’t I?"
He realized something, "Oh, I get it, your so-called fancy friend must be coming, right? Let them come. Your friends are so great, are they afraid I’ll taint them?"