The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 461 - 0461: Turning the Tables

Chapter 461: Chapter 0461: Turning the Tables

Zhang Xuan’er paid him no mind and continued inside with Long Fei and Lin Yingying.

"Who are you?"

The man was clearly displeased, reaching out to stop Long Fei, intending to intimidate this young man from the mainland.

He was none other than Zhang Xuan’er’s cousin, Zhang Jingbiao.

Having trained with an Ancient Martial Arts Master from a young age, he also enjoyed working out, building up a muscular physique.

With one hand, he could lift a hundred pounds; besides his strength, he didn’t have much brains.

As the closest male descendant in the Zhang family, he was pushed forward by all the elders to perform in the forefront.

He believed that taking the position of the Zhang family’s leader would be a piece of cake.

Zhang Jingbiao never took the likes of Zhang Xuan’er seriously.

His move was swift, a genuine Eagle Claw Technique.

Catching with a touch, dislocating joints, dividing tendons, blocking breath, he had never failed.

His claw-like hand seized Long Fei’s shoulder, and with just a little exertion, Long Fei’s shoulder would be dislocated.

But just as he applied force, a rebounding strength suddenly emanated from Long Fei’s shoulder.

With a ’bang,’ his wrist snapped with a crack, forcefully rebounding.

He gasped in pain, staring at Long Fei with incredulity on his face.

Long Fei was being considerate, merely giving him a small punishment.

If Long Fei hadn’t shown any restraint just now, his bones would have been broken.

Zhang Xuan’er glanced at him, a slight smile of overestimating oneself on her lips.

Of all people to provoke, he chose Long Fei, and it was nothing but asking for trouble.

On Devil Island, even Practitioners had been defeated by Long Fei; Zhang Xuan’er was very confident in Long Fei’s abilities.

"I could care less!"

Zhang Jingbiao shook his wrist, looking at Long Fei with a defiant face.

If it weren’t for the crowd, he would be eager to challenge Long Fei to a duel right now.

The three of them entered the living room, where Zhang Xuan’er quickly introduced the medical experts present to Long Fei.

The gathered experts for Old Master Zhang’s consultation included prominent figures from both Chinese and Western medicine.

This wasn’t Binhai City, with only An Taiyan as a renowned Chinese medicine practitioner.

Throughout the country, An Taiyan’s seniority and fame were somewhat lower in the presence of these doctors.

These old men had quite impressive backgrounds.

The patriarchs from Beijing’s Tong Ren Tang, Jiu Zhi Tang, Hu Qingyu Tang, Benevolence Harmony Hall, and South Yangtze White Medicine Pharmacy were all present.

There was also an elderly doctor who made Long Fei and Lin Yingying feel slightly awkward.

He actually belonged to the Huangfu Family, bearing some resemblance to his abnormal grandson.

Long Fei and Lin Yingying exchanged looks, figuring that the peculiar Huangfu Qi must be a guest of the Zhang Family as well.

Seeing Long Fei’s young age, these old men immediately showed a hint of disdain, with some even too lazy to give him a glance.

Chinese medicine is different from Western medicine; it values clinical experience.

Normally, the older a Chinese medicine practitioner becomes, the more in demand they are; a young, well-known Chinese doctor is rare.

If Chinese medicine practitioners had little regard for Long Fei, Western doctors were totally dismissive.

A group of foreigners, all famous doctors summoned from the most renowned hospitals in Xianggang.

They were incessantly arguing here, with the Western doctors insisting that the Old Master must have cerebral vascular obstruction, advocating for a craniotomy.

The Chinese doctors believed the Old Master was in a stroke-induced coma, recommending gradual treatment with acupuncture.

The Zhang family members dared not let them act rashly, lest they cause Old Master Zhang to breathe his last.

None of them could take responsibility for such an outcome, and no one in the Zhang family dared to either.

Zhang Xuan’er introduced Long Fei and Lin Yingying to her parents; her mother indeed retained more of the foreigner’s appearance.

Her skin was as white as snow, her figure tall and slender, her demeanor elegant, with an exotic flair even more pronounced than Zhang Xuan’er’s.

Her father, Zhang Lezhong, shook hands with Long Fei and said politely, "Xuan’er always talks about you, and now that we finally meet, you truly are as outstanding as she described."

"You’re too kind!"

Long Fei nodded indifferently.

Someone in the back sneered dismissively, "Outstanding? I see nothing but a fraudster. Young man, weren’t you the one who sold fake medicine to Xuan’er for tens of millions just a few days ago?"

He too had a square face, resembling Zhang Lezhong quite a bit.

Zhang Xuan’er introduced him; it turned out to be her second uncle, Zhang Leguo, no wonder his hostility toward Long Fei was this intense.

"Is this the swindler?"

"What did you feed our grandpa, turning him into this state?"

"You fraudster, you have to take responsibility for my grandpa!"

Behind Zhang Leguo, many people were supportive.

What second sister, fourth sister, fifth cousin, they all stood up, accusing Long Fei of feeding Old Master Zhang something that had left him in this shape.

Their tongues were quite short, speaking in such a way that was incomprehensible and irritating, giving Long Fei a headache.

He raised his voice and suddenly shouted, "All of you, shut up!"

Everyone in the living room was stunned for a moment. These people weren’t just relatives of the Zhang family; there were many influential figures from Xianggang as well.

They stared at Long Fei, all with faces full of surprise, not expecting a young man from the mainland to dare speak so loudly.

And to refer to himself as ’I’ in their presence?

The room quietened down a bit for Long Fei as he looked at them and spoke calmly, "Can you understand the Mandarin I’m speaking? I’d like those who aren’t involved to please step out for a while. Your noise would cause disease in a healthy person, let alone disturb Old Master Zhang."

Lin Yingying coughed twice and tugged at his sleeve, reminding him to be a bit more mindful.

This was the Zhang family’s house, not the Lin Family’s.

A flush of rage spread across Zhang Leguo and the relatives’ faces, muttering to themselves about what gave Long Fei the right to yell in this place.

"What do you think you are, telling us to leave?"

"Whose ’I’ are you referring to?"

"Does this kid have a problem with his head?"

The crowd shouted indignantly, their eyes wishing they could beat Long Fei up.

Long Fei said calmly, "I am the doctor invited by Zhang Xuan’er, and I have the right to request a quiet environment. If you’re not leaving, then I will."

The crowd, including the Chinese and Western medical experts on the side, as if hearing some funny joke, all let out a trace of disdainful laughter.

Zhang Leguo questioned, "What makes you qualified to call yourself a doctor? This place is full of renowned physicians; who gave you the right to speak?"

Long Fei replied indifferently, "Whether I have the right to speak can be decided after I examine Old Master Zhang. If you hope for your father to live a few more days, then get out of here quickly, and don’t affect my mood for treating him!"

"You..."

Zhang Leguo’s face showed bulging veins, not expecting Long Fei to be so presumptuous.

For the past few days, Zhang Xuan’er had been feeling aggrieved. Although she thought Long Fei was a bit rude, she also felt incredibly relieved.

She saw her parents signaling frantically, suggesting they quickly smooth things over.

If things continued this way, a fight might break out.

Her parents actually agreed with Long Fei’s opinion; with so many people making noise, they themselves felt a headache, let alone the unconscious old man.

They quickly appeased the crowd and asked everyone to wait outside.

For now, they were still the spokespersons for the Zhang family, and their words held weight here.

"You’ve got guts, kid!"

Zhang Leguo pointed at Long Fei and coldly shouted, "Later, we’ll see how you’ll explain yourself to us!"

He took the lead to leave, followed by aunts and uncles, as well as influential figures from the business and political realms, all giving Long Fei a scornful look as they exited.

They looked at him as if he were a bumpkin from some backwater village.

In their hearts, they held scorn, considering people from the mainland to be crude, calling himself a doctor, more like a hooligan!