The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 368: Want to Call Me Daddy

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: Want to Call Me Daddy

An Xiaoke heard Zhang Yang’s taunts from inside and turned to look at Long Fei.

She was quite annoyed, thinking that Long Fei would give Zhang Yang a piece of his mind, but instead, the guy was surprisingly calm.

She asked, "Aren’t you angry?"

Long Fei smiled lightly, "Why should I be angry? Isn’t he about to become my ’son’?"

"You sure are confident!"

An Xiaoke giggled.

Long Fei asked her, "Zhang Yang is considered a talented young man, don’t you feel anything for him?"

"Why are you asking this?"

An Xiaoke blushed, clutching her little hands and sheepishly said, "I’ve always seen him as a teacher, who knew he’d want me!"

Long Fei said, "It’s good you don’t fancy him. That kind of person is too arrogant. You wouldn’t be happy with him."

An Xiaoke pouted, "Hey, what are you to me? It’s none of your business to worry about my lifetime affairs."

Long Fei smiled, "Buddy, I’m just concerned about you! Look at how defenseless you are, how could I not care?"

"Get lost!"

An Xiaoke pursed her lips and muttered under her breath, "I don’t want your concern."

Her heart was racing like a little deer’s, feeling blissful yet pretending not to care.

She thought it was all Long Fei’s bewitching spell.

Lin Yingying was fooled by Long Fei just like that; she must not fall for it.

Soon, the nurse responsible for examining both patients came out.

The first was Zhang Yang’s patient, and the nurses were joyfully shouting, "The tumor has been removed, blood pressure is normal, the patient is all good, can be discharged after a week of observation."

Everyone applauded for Zhang Yang. Everything was as expected, not a surprise.

Such a minor surgery was child’s play for Zhang Yang.

Wang Xiaoyun’s parents anxiously asked, "How is my Xiaoyun doing?"

"It’s over, all over. My Xiaoyun has been delayed!"

Wang Xiaoyun’s father squatted down, holding his head in despair.

The Western medical experts jeered, "No need to look. It’s definitely not cured. In my whole life, I’ve never seen traditional Chinese medicine cure a tumor."

"Let that charlatan come out. Today he must give everyone an explanation."

"Elder An, since when did Chinese medicine start tricking people into treatment?"

The Chinese medicine experts shook their heads and stood up, too embarrassed to stay any longer.

Zhang Yang looked triumphantly inside, already planning how he would propose to An Xiaoke and publicly humiliate Long Fei.

After a while, a few nurses ran out.

Wang Xiaoyun’s parents quickly asked, "Is there a result?"

The nurse nodded, out of breath and unable to speak for a moment.

The hospital director grew impatient, "What is it? Speak up, what’s with all this fuss?"

The nurse took a deep breath and slowly said, "It’s gone, the tumor is gone."

"The test results are in, the tumor has completely disappeared."

"Unbelievable, the girl’s body is completely back to normal."

"..."

As soon as they spoke, every specialist and doctor present was stunned.

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

"Is this a joke?"

A crowd responded, questioning the news, suspecting that Long Fei had bribed the nurses.

The hospital director urgently called out, "Where are the lab reports? The X-ray images? Where’s the ultrasound? Bring them out quickly!"

The nurses nodded repeatedly, having forgotten this in their rush, and quickly handed over the medical examination materials to them.

A group of Western doctors, in disbelief, crowded around, making a careful comparison of the ultrasounds and X-rays before and after to prevent Long Fei from any deceit.

The tumor had indeed miraculously disappeared.

The practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine looked over at An Taiyan, each of them sitting up in surprise, asking one after another what had happened.

Wang Xiaoyun’s parents were so excited they were almost crazy, quickly pulling on the nurses and asking over and over again.

Zhang Yang’s face had even turned green as he went over with a group of Western medical experts, scrutinizing the medical records again and again.

X-rays don’t lie, at the time of the first scan, there definitely was a shadow in the breast area.

By the second time, the shadow had completely vanished.

"How is this possible, how can it be!"

Zhang Yang was going insane, tearing up the medical records in his hands and confronting the nurses, "Tell me, are you all in cahoots to deceive me?"

The nurses, frightened, quickly shook their heads and explained, "Director Zhang, it’s all true!"

"Yes, Director Zhang, we’d like to help you, but the tumor really has been cured!"

"Director Zhang, don’t blame us, we’re just telling the truth!"

Zhang Yang clenched his fists tightly, staring with wide eyes for a long time without uttering a word.

At this moment, Long Fei and An Xiaoke came out, and everyone, with flushed faces, respectfully made way for them.

Just moments before, they had arrogantly mocked and belittled him.

The key was that he was so young, yet possessed such superior medical skill.

In the future, he was bound to be a grandmaster in the medical field.

And today, they had completely offended him. Remembering the words they had said earlier, the group of people felt ashamed, as if clowns were mocking a king.

Long Fei looked at Zhang Yang and lightly chuckled, "Director Zhang, I seem to recall you saying that if I cured the tumor, you would call me ’Dad’?"

Practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine who had disliked Zhang Yang all along began to jeer, "Director Zhang really did say that."

"Historically speaking, Western medicine should indeed call us ’Dad’!"

"Director Zhang, calling our TCM genius ’Dad’ is not shameful at all."

Zhang Yang watched Long Fei with shame and indignation, and simply wanted to hide in a crack in the ground.

"We’ll see about that!"

He smirked and left with an air of defiance, pushing his way through the crowd and making an embarrassed escape.

Since returning from abroad after completing his studies, he had never suffered such humiliation.

Caicai’s mother was mingling in the crowd, looking in disbelief at this in-law, never having imagined he was such an esteemed figure in traditional Chinese medicine.

No wonder he casually offered a jade bracelet worth a fortune; with skills like these, how much money couldn’t he earn!

After a discussion between the Chinese and Western medical experts, the dean reluctantly announced, "In this competition, Mr. Long Fei from the Chinese medicine side is victorious. With just a silver needle and individual effort, he achieved an incredible medical miracle in a short time. This victory is undoubtedly well-deserved."

Caicai’s mother led the applause excitedly. Those who had previously looked down on Long Fei immediately followed suit, clapping vigorously, all wanting to cozy up to this genius of Chinese medicine.

The reporters wanted to broadcast this miraculous moment, but the dean intervened, and in the end, it was kept as internal information.

Zhang Yang was indeed a pillar of their hospital. If others knew how poorly Zhang Yang had fared, it would damage their hospital’s reputation.

Even if a report was made, it would only cover the free clinic event.

After the crowd dispersed, the dean personally approached Long Fei and greeted him with a bow, "Mr. Long Fei, I truly apologize for the poor reception earlier! Your medical expertise is truly miraculous. I deeply admire it. I wonder if you would be interested in joining our hospital as a visiting expert? As for the benefits, you can name your price, and our hospital can meet all your needs."

He seemed like a completely different person compared to his previously scornful demeanor.

"Sorry, I’m not interested at the moment!"

Long Fei politely declined, and with an indifferent demeanor, led An Xiaoke away.

All along the way, a crowd followed behind him, reluctant to leave.

In addition to the First Hospital, other hospitals also extended their offers to Long Fei.

Among them were institutions of traditional Chinese medicine. They all had the same offer: terms would be at Long Fei’s discretion, work hours would be set by Long Fei, and all they wanted was for Long Fei to be associated with their hospitals.

Long Fei declined them one by one, with a politeness that was nearly strained.

After he and An Xiaoke left, the group watched his retreating figure and exclaimed in admiration, "Such a master!"

"When did such a master emerge in the world of Chinese medicine?"

"To remove a tumor with just a silver needle, that’s truly the work of a Divine Doctor!"

"Whoever could hire him would certainly be able to make their hospital known across the nation!"

"..."