Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 483: Your Illness is Not a Problem of Sickness

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: Your Illness is Not a Problem of Sickness

The estate, nestled against a hill and by the sea, covered thousands of acres.

The majestic European architecture spoke volumes about the extraordinary nature of its owner.

As the car entered the long, tree-lined road.

Both sides were lined with century-old trees.

All the gardens were meticulously crafted.

Even the branches and leaves were trimmed with exceptional propriety.

In the distance, one could see sprawling vineyards.

Without much thought, it was clear there must also be a winery here.

As the car advanced to the deepest part, stopping in front of the tallest building.

Mr. Jiang, who had been waiting there, promptly descended the steps.

"Mr. Jiang, I couldn’t imagine your estate being so magnificent, I almost got lost,"

Lin Fan, stepping out of the car, smiled as he looked around at the luxurious surroundings.

This estate could be counted as one of the most luxurious he had ever visited.

"Lin, you’re joking. My salary alone wouldn’t buy a single house here. It’s all thanks to my ancestors’ shadows; all these properties were built by my father’s hands, and I have no part in them,"

Mr. Jiang said with a laugh, waving his hand dismissively.

A City Lord with modest means.

If he really could afford such a grand estate.

He’d probably have been invited for a ’tea talk’ by now.

"I just heard Mr. Zheng mention that your father is a business magnate in Modu. Now seeing for myself, I realize my understanding of a magnate was rather superficial. A person who emerges from such a fiercely competitive place must truly be a dragon among men,"

Lin Fan could handle such polite conversation with ease.

"Lin, there’s actually something I need to tell you. My father has always had a difficult temper, and since his paralysis, it has become even more problematic. Our servants can’t last a month before needing replacement, and even we, his close caretakers, inevitably face his rebukes. My siblings have more accomplishments than I and have gone to big cities; I suppose I’m the one who can talk to him a bit more, but I also get scolded and cursed all day. If anything is less than perfect later on, I hope you can bear with us,"

Mr. Jiang looked at Lin Fan with a worried expression.

His father’s eccentric nature wasn’t something just anyone could withstand.

"Don’t worry, I’m a mere commoner and don’t have much face to lose. What does it matter if an elder scolds me a few words?"

Lin Fan assured him with a smile and a nod.

With that, he followed Mr. Jiang into the impressively spacious interior of the building.

Zheng Tianxiang followed behind as a supporting role, his presence not very prominent.

The trio stepped into the lavishly decorated living room.

Everything was styled in European architecture, giving one the illusion of being abroad.

Through Mr. Jiang’s introduction, Lin Fan learned their family had a heritage spanning several hundred years.

The ancestors had struggled overseas, and Mr. Jiang himself had studied abroad when he was younger.

Moreover, with Modu being a window to the world, he had a special fondness for foreign architecture.

"The old patriarch was quite the trendsetter of his time,"

Lin Fan, seated on the sofa, chuckled as he observed the surrounding decor.

One shouldn’t criticize national pride based on foreign architectural preferences.

After all, the winds that blow through the windows of Modu are those of the world.

"Absolutely, the old patriarch helped many national treasures return to the country. Moreover, more than half of his collection consists of rare items from abroad. In his words, they had to return what was taken from us, if not by buying, then by trading,"

Zheng Tianxiang’s addition made Lin Fan give a thumbs up involuntarily.

Such a sense of national pride wasn’t common.

While the two conversed, Mr. Jiang had already come over, pushing a wheelchair.

In the wheelchair sat a frail-looking elderly man.

His back was ramrod straight, his eyes were bright and piercing.

But the gaunt cheekbones and the listless body could only mean one thing: it was all just a facade.

"This is my father," Jiang Baoguo began to introduce.

Before he could finish, however, the old man cut in.

"Where did you find this swindler? Are you trying to swindle money from me again? You good-for-nothing, you can’t match your sister in business, and you’re no match for your brother in public office. You’re no good with the pen or the sword, always thinking about how to swindle my money. I warn all of you, get out immediately. No matter how much money I have, I won’t give it to swindlers."

Indeed, Mr. Jiang’s temperament was no ordinary kind of strange.

In front of both guests, he didn’t give his son any face at all.

"Father, you’ve misunderstood. This is Mr. Zheng, an antique dealer. He’s here to visit your antique collection," said Jiang Baoguo, bowing his head awkwardly.

He had long since gotten used to the old man’s harsh criticism.

To avoid angering him even further, he didn’t mention anything about Lin Fan’s ability to heal.

"Antique dealers... nothing but traitors who sell out their ancestors. How could such people be allowed into my home? Get out!"

One would have expected Mr. Jiang to engage in conversation with Zheng Tianxiang over antiques.

Unexpectedly, he did not hesitate to issue an eviction notice.

"Dad, it’s not what you think!" pleaded Jiang Baoguo hastily.

But how could the stubborn old man be swayed to listen?

"You unfilial son, shut your mouth. Are you trying to infuriate me to death? Do you know that half of our national treasures lost overseas were sold by these so-called antique dealers? They traded our thousands of years of cultural heritage for a few pieces of paper. These traitors have no right to enter my house. If you don’t get rid of them, I will kick you out too!"

Mr. Jiang, in his raging fury, would not hear any excuses.

His roaring anger made even Jiang Baoguo unable to speak.

"Old man, when did you ever hear that the Five Branches of the Plum Blossoms are traitors?"

That’s when Lin Fan finally spoke up.

After observing for a while, he had likely found the cause of the illness.

"Five Branches of the Plum Blossoms!"

At these four words, Mr. Jiang was taken aback.

As an avid collector, he was naturally aware of the heritage of the Five Branches of the Plum Blossoms.

"Indeed, Mr. Zheng belongs to one of the Five Branches of the Plum Blossoms. Not to mention how many national treasures he’s retrieved from abroad, just the Zheng family’s sacrifice in protecting our cultural relics, shedding blood and losing lives, should be enough to erase the label of traitors, shouldn’t it?"

Lin Fan gestured to Zheng Tianxiang.

Only then did the latter present a jade pendant he carried with him, handing it to the old man.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the insignia of the Five Branches of the Plum Blossoms’ hidden branch. In all my years, I, Zheng Tianxiang, have never done anything that involved selling out our national treasures, you can rest assured."

"The Five Branches of the Plum Blossoms, descendants of the loyal and good, very well, very well!"

Upon confirming Zheng Tianxiang’s words, Mr. Jiang showed a rare smile.

He then turned to Lin Fan.

"And who might you be?"

"I am the doctor here to treat you!" Lin Fan said bluntly.

His candor made the atmosphere strangely tense.

Jiang Baoguo and Zheng Tianxiang both drew a sharp breath.

Given Mr. Jiang’s volatile mood, how could he mention the word "illness"?

This was like throwing a spark into a powder keg.

But before Mr. Jiang could explode, Lin Fan revealed a mischievous smile.

"Moreover, I think the issue here isn’t your illness; it’s you!"