The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 350 - 0350 Blood Spirit Flower

Chapter 350: Chapter 0350 Blood Spirit Flower

An Xiaoke and Zhang Xuan’er were completely stunned by his seemingly miraculous techniques; they had never seen anyone set bones like that before.

An Xiaoke finally understood why her grandfather wanted to worship this guy as his teacher.

In the entirety of Huaxia, the number of people with medical skills like Long Fei’s could practically be counted on one hand, or perhaps he was the only one.

She was moved, thinking to herself that if she followed Long Fei and learned from him for a few years, wouldn’t she become a legendary immortal doctor?

Her grandfather was fine, but her father always had a bit of gender bias.

Despite being in his forties, he still hoped to have a son, saying that the An family’s lineage must not end with him.

An Xiaoke studied medicine diligently just to prove herself.

If she followed Long Fei, her medical skills would surely improve by leaps and bounds; then she’d see what her father would have to say.

The old man’s complexion started to regain some color after a while.

Zhang Xuan’er let out a sigh of relief and anxiously asked him, "Uncle He, do you feel any better now?"

The old man shook his head and fought to give Long Fei a difficult salute, saying, "I am He Yingtang, thank you, young brother, for saving my life. I will definitely repay this kindness in the future."

Long Fei quickly raised his hand and said, "Please, there’s no need to be polite; I was just providing some after-sales service."

He didn’t want to get too involved with these people and directly extended his hand to Zhang Xuan’er, saying, "Miss Zhang, I’ve driven away the thugs for you, and the patient has been treated; should you not bring out the Ginseng now?"

Zhang Xuan’er curled her lips, thinking he had forgotten about it.

She said discontentedly, "Aren’t you martial artists supposed to prioritize chivalry first? When did you become so mercenary?"

Long Fei frowned and said, "What martial artist? I’m a completely upright citizen. Providing services for money is only fair. You’re not planning on welching, are you?"

"Who is welching?"

Zhang Xuan’er rolled her eyes at him, pulled out a suitcase from the room, opened it, and threw the Ginseng at him that she had purchased last night.

She had found him quite charming when he was saving the man just now.

But looking at him now, she found him utterly annoying.

Long Fei opened the Brocade Box and glanced inside. The Ginseng with a baby face was intact down to each tendril, obviously the real deal.

He hadn’t felt much from a distance last night.

But up close, he was hit with a wave of Essential Qi, certainly a top-notch product.

An Xiaoke leaned over to take a look, already picking up the mercantile habits from Long Fei.

Long Fei assigned her the task of safeguarding the Brocade Box and bid farewell to Zhang Xuan’er and the old man, saying, "Since there’s nothing else, I shall take my leave."

Zhang Xuan’er quickly called out, "Hey, don’t you have any sense of duty? You can’t just take something and leave, can you?"

Long Fei sat down and stared at her, asking, "Then what do you want me to do?"

Zhang Xuan’er exclaimed, "Who knows if those bad guys will come back? Stay here and protect us until my bodyguards arrive, then you can go."

Long Fei and An Xiaoke exchanged glances; he had actually planned to visit the herbal market today!

Out of curiosity, he asked, "You’re not leaving this place yet?"

"That’s none of your business!"

A flicker of concealment passed through Zhang Xuan’er’s eyes; she must have had unfinished business here.

Long Fei wasn’t that nosy; there’s a saying about sending the Buddha to the west.

Without asking further, he had An Xiaoke check out of their room and they waited in Zhang Xuan’er’s room for her bodyguards to arrive.

With a presidential suite to stay in for free and a pleasing supermodel to look at, he decided he was not leaving just yet.

Zhang Xuan’er witnessed for the first time what was meant by shamelessly thick-skinned as the guy made himself at home in her room.

He moved a daybed to a spot near the window, then grabbed a bottle of red wine and lay down comfortably drinking.

The sun was shining, the wine flowing, and the ease was indescribable.

She sat on the sofa with her arms crossed. She had come here originally to find a Spiritual Medicine to extend her grandfather’s life.

Now, instead of finding the medicine, Master He had ended up lying down.

Last month, a medicinal herb merchant brought forth a single petal, which caused quite a sensation among the rich elite in Xianggang.

On this petal, blood flowed like that of a human being, complete with veins and arteries.

It was enveloped in Spiritual Energy, brimming with vitality.

The merchant claimed that this object was none other than the legendary Blood Spirit Flower.

This flower only grows beside Spiritual Beasts, nourished by their blood as it grows.

Once it matures, Spiritual Beasts usually use it to nourish their newborn offspring.

Consuming it nourishes the Essential Qi and blood, sustains life, and strengthens the body, being a hundred times more effective than Ginseng.

The Zhang Family bought this lead from the merchant for ten million.

Zhang Xuan’er came here to find the Blood Spirit Flower,

She rubbed her head in frustration, realizing she had oversimplified the problem.

In the mainland of Huaxia, there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers; even their Zhang Family could not act with total impunity.

An Xiaoke didn’t know what she was thinking, originally assuming that as both were women, they could have a chat.

But faced with Miss Zhang’s cold silence, An Xiaoke had no intention of degrading herself to curry favor.

There was fruit on the coffee table. An Xiaoke picked some up and joined Long Fei, dutifully starting to massage his shoulders.

Long Fei was enjoying the moment with his eyes closed when suddenly being served by a beauty caught him off guard and he sat up to scrutinize An Xiaoke.

If it weren’t broad daylight, he would have thought she had been possessed by a ghost.

"Do you need something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

An Xiaoke popped a grape into his mouth and sweetly smiled, "Steward, is the young lady taking good care of you?"

Long Fei shivered and laughed lightly, "If you have something to say, just say it. My willpower is weak; you teasing me will lead to your loss."

An Xiaoke blushed, pursing her lips, "Alright, I do need a favor. I want to learn medicine from you. Would you teach me?"

Long Fei smiled, hearing An Xiaoke ask for help for the first time.

In his eyes, this girl always had a stubborn streak.

Getting her to ask for a favor was no easy feat.

He patted his leg, jesting, "Sure, I could use a maid. You just tend to my legs, massage my shoulders, serve tea, and pour water for me. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll definitely teach you a couple of tricks."

"Get lost!"

An Xiaoke gave his leg a hard pinch, thinking to herself that if he’s given sunshine, he indeed dares to shine brightly!

Now, she was playing and joking with this guy without the slightest inhibition.

She found it strange herself; a moment away from him and she would feel an inexplicable sense of loss,

and speaking to him for just a moment oddly made her happy.

From afar, Zhang Xuan’er watched them play, feeling a wave of despondency.

They were blatantly ignoring her presence, indulging in public displays of affection right in front of her.

For the first time, she felt a sense of loss in front of a man.

Previously, wherever she went, she was always the center of attention, surrounded by admirers.

But now, that odious man not only ignored her but also flirted with another woman.

She lay sullenly on the sofa, eyes closed, waiting for He Yingtang’s senior brother to arrive and quickly drive this pair away.

Within the Zheng Family Villa, five or six famous doctors were diagnosing Zheng Bin.

Long Fei had been cautious with his strike, merely causing some disruption to Zheng Bin’s blood vessels without harming his internal organs.

Zheng Bin lay in bed, wailing at his father, "Dad, you must take revenge for your son! That bastard didn’t just hit me, he struck your face too!"