Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 250 Eating is a Joyful Thing

Chapter 250: Chapter 250 Eating is a Joyful Thing

The lively Zhou Family was all awaiting the birthday honoree’s arrival.

But little did they know, just next door in the small courtyard.

Lin Fan pushed open the door and walked out, his face etched with exhaustion.

"Mr. Lin, how’s Grandpa doing?"

Zhou Yizheng and several cousins from the uncles’ families were all anxiously waiting there, their gazes fixed on Lin Fan.

"He’ll wake up in five minutes. Where is the food I asked for?"

Lin Fan now didn’t even want to say a single word.

The energy he had just replenished was once again depleted.

"It’s here. I’ve had the chef work overtime to make it, and we can add more at any time. Just tell us if there’s anything else you want to eat."

Knowing that Grandpa was out of danger, everyone’s anxieties were relieved.

Zhou Yizheng looked at Lin Fan with an even more earnest expression.

Even if they had to skip today’s feast, they needed to make sure their benefactor had enough to eat.

"Hmm!"

Without paying much attention.

Lin Fan simply sat down on the steps.

He grabbed a pork knuckle and stuffed it into his mouth.

Without caring about the grease covering his face, he just continued eating.

This caused Zhao Jiaqi, who was standing beside him, to frown deeply.

"Did you always eat like this before?"

The way Lin Fan devoured his food resembled that of a wolf starved for months.

Like a whirlwind sweeping through leaves, three pork knuckles vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Isn’t being able to eat already a great happiness?"

Catching his breath, Lin Fan then grabbed a roasted chicken.

He twisted off a chicken leg and handed it to Zhao Jiaqi.

"Forget it, I don’t want it. I was raised with some manners."

Zhao Jiaqi pouted her lips.

She had hoped to see Lin Fan embarrassed today.

Instead, he had managed to show off successfully once again.

The entire Zhou Family would probably be filled with gratitude towards him now.

"You think having manners makes you superior?"

Lin Fan rolled his eyes.

He stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth and chewed vigorously.

"At least my manners wouldn’t let me eat like this. It’s a matter of basic politeness, a reflection of one’s upbringing."

Zhao Jiaqi stuck out her tongue.

In her mind, an odd picture had already formed.

If she brought him home and he ate like this in front of Grandpa.

They would surely be frightened to death.

"Do you know that 60 percent of the world’s population doesn’t have enough meat to eat... and that 20 percent of them are living on the brink of starvation? Do you really think... that starving to death is that far removed from you?"

Lin Fan threw the chicken bones to the ground.

He then grabbed another pork knuckle and began to chew with large bites.

"Are you trying to say that you saw this happen when you were abroad?"

Zhao Jiaqi crossed her arms, a look of disdain on her face.

"I had two comrades who starved to death."

Lin Fan did not launch into a sermon but simply spoke in a low voice.

Yet, these soft-spoken words tightened Zhao Jiaqi’s chest.

"How is that possible? Everyone says the warriors from Zhonghua are the strongest, their survival skills surpassing even wild animals. How could they starve to death?"

"No matter how skilled you are, without food or water, no one can conjure them up. We’re warriors, not beasts of prey; we certainly can’t start stealing food rations from those affected by the disasters."

Lin Fan wiped the grease from his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "In war-torn countries overseas, running out of food is a normal occurrence for the warriors, usually eating once every three days. The longest I went was ten days and nights without water, sleep, or food. At that time, I thought if I survived, I’d make sure to eat my fill every meal."

Grabbing a bottle of Moutai, Lin Fan tilted his head back and drank.

Days of drinking heavily and eating hunks of meat.

Such extravagance was always a luxury for the Wolf Fang.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

Zhao Jiaqi, who had been ready to explode in anger, prepared to have a big fight with Lin Fan.

Suddenly felt her eyes getting wet.

Her voice choked with emotion, "If we’re going to argue, just argue, why put on such a sad face... Is that fun for you... you lousy hooligan... if you want to take advantage, just take advantage... why act all pitiful..."

"Are you sick?"

Lin Fan glanced at Zhao Jiaqi, whose eyes were red from crying.

The heart of a woman is as elusive as a needle at the bottom of the sea.

How could she just burst into tears out of nowhere?

"You’re the one who’s sick... You just casually said something about me... If you’re unhappy, just pay me back... Why talk about such sorrowful things... You are just bullying me..."

Zhao Jiaqi kept sobbing.

She looked as if she had suffered the greatest grievance.

"Lin Fan, why are you bullying Jiaqi again."

Just then, the sound of Zhou Weimin’s voice came from inside the room.

His smile was on his face as he was supported by his grandsons.

"Old squad leader, don’t wrong me, I was just eating, I didn’t touch her at all,"

Lin Fan said, holding a roast duck, his face a picture of innocence.

"Mr. Zhou, you’re okay..."

Zhao Jiaqi didn’t explain much either.

She just wiped the tears from her face.

Observing Zhou Weimin, whose complexion was rosy.

"I’m fine now, thanks to this young man, I’ve had another lease on life."

Zhou Weimin smiled as he walked up to Lin Fan and said, "You really are a wolf, I’ve lived my life upright and fair, crawled out of piles of dead without owing anyone a thing, but today I owe you my life."

"Old squad leader, it was just a small effort, don’t take it so seriously,"

Lin Fan certainly knew how influential Zhou Weimin was in Beijing.

He had the kind of presence that could shake the ground with a stomp of his feet.

His subordinates were placed all across the military.

"Don’t play it down, if I say I owe you, then I owe you,"

Zhou Weimin patted Lin Fan’s shoulder.

Then turned to look at his grandsons, "You lot remember, he is the savior of our Zhou family. From now on, whatever he says, even if he’s drunk, it completely represents my wishes. Anyone who dares not to listen or act on it is going against my will. While I’m alive, I call the shots. If I’m dead, disobedience will be punished by my eldest son and grandson. Do you understand?"

"Grandpa, we understand!"

The grandsons quickly replied in unison.

They didn’t dare to show the slightest defiance to Zhou Weimin’s words.

"Alright, old squad leader, today is your birthday celebration, everyone is waiting for you out front, go ahead,"

Lin Fan certainly understood what Zhou Weimin meant.

On one hand, it was to show his goodwill towards him, and on the other, it was for the sake of his descendants.

After all, congenital heart disease was still an inescapable issue for the Zhou family.

Now he had become the Zhou family’s personal doctor,

capable of removing the curse that they wouldn’t live past sixty.

Of course, he had also essentially obtained the strongest backing of the Zhou family.

Zhou Weimin had been an officer all his life.

He had a very high network of connections in the Ministry of War.

From then on, he would definitely be of use to Lin Fan.

"Alright, let’s not talk about this. Follow me to the front yard, tonight we won’t return until we’re drunk,"

Zhou Weimin said with a smile, patting Lin Fan’s shoulder as he still sat on the step.

"Old squad leader, looking like this, I’m afraid it’s not appropriate for me to attend your celebration. After all, in these clothes, I might embarrass you,"

Lin Fan said with a smile, licking the grease from his hands.

"I’d like to see who would dare!"

Zhou Weimin said with a cold smile, "If anyone dares to look down on you, I’ll chop him up while I’m alive!"