The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 463 - 0463: Outstanding in the Forest

Chapter 463: Chapter 0463: Outstanding in the Forest

Zhang Xuan’er burst into tears when she saw her grandfather wake up, unleashing all the grievances she had been holding in these past few days.

She cried out, "Grandpa."

Sobbing, she hugged him, her heart filled with overwhelming emotion.

"Silly child, why cry?"

Old Master Zhang smiled as he patted her head, and with her support, he struggled to sit up, organizing his thoughts.

He looked at Long Fei with curiosity and asked, "Who is this young man?"

Long Fei had already put away the silver needles and stood calmly to the side.

Zhang Xuan’er hastily introduced him, "Grandpa, this is Long Fei whom I’ve mentioned to you. On Devil Island, it was he who saved your granddaughter. And these past few days that you lay unconscious, it was also he who just cured you."

"Is that so?"

Old Master Zhang raised an eyebrow and looked at Long Fei with surprise.

He had not expected that this Practitioner mentioned by his granddaughter would be so young.

He immediately bowed with his hands clasped and said politely, "I thank you, sir, for saving my life!"

The old man, having seen much of the world, knew the significance of being a Practitioner, so he spoke with great politeness.

Long Fei smiled faintly, "It’s nothing, Xuan’er is my friend. You are her grandfather, so it was only right for me to save you."

He spoke with neither arrogance nor servility. His Cultivation Level now placed him at the apex.

Even in the presence of the wealthiest man, he would not be impressed.

All power and wealth would become but a handful of dust after a hundred years.

Only the Dao is eternal.

The old man nodded, then Hearing the noisy commotion outside, he frowned slightly.

At that moment, Zhang Leguo could no longer restrain himself, and with his people, he barged in, prepared to severely reprimand Long Fei, the charlatan.

After chasing everyone out, Long Fei had incurred the wrath of the crowd, who were eager to see what kind of ability he had to dare to act so presumptuously here.

Old Master Zhang motioned with his hand, instructing Zhang Xuan’er to help him to the door.

Outside, Zhang Leguo had already shouted out, "You deadbeat, come out here. If I don’t teach you a lesson, you’ll really think you own this place?"

The other relatives were also cursing up a storm, wishing they could immediately cripple Long Fei.

When Old Master Zhang made his appearance, everyone in the house suddenly quieted down, their faces filled with disbelief as they looked at him.

"Is he... cured?"

"Oh my god, are my eyes deceiving me?"

"How is this possible?"

"Wasn’t it said to be hopeless?"

The relatives, who had been preparing to fight over the inheritance, all wore faces of disappointment.

Zhang Leguo’s face turned beet red, his eyes shifting towards Long Fei behind him, not having expected that the young man really had healed Old Master Zhang.

Lin Yingying let out a long sigh of relief towards Long Fei, she had been ready to unleash her Lion’s Roar to defend her man against these people.

But to her surprise, he had resolved the issue so quickly.

A group of traditional and Western medicine experts followed behind, even more baffled than the Zhang family members.

They had clearly been unable to diagnose the problem, yet Long Fei had effortlessly fixed it in a short while.

Could it be that he really was a disciple of the Divine Doctor?

A group of old men sized up Long Fei, even more curious about him now.

Especially Huangfu Cheng, who felt as though Long Fei had repeatedly slapped him across the face.

He had been looking down on Long Fei just a short time ago, ready to deal with the young man after an expected failure.

But to his surprise, Long Fei had really cured Old Master Zhang’s illness.

"All this noise and commotion, what kind of behavior is this?"

Old Master Zhang’s face showed a hint of displeasure.

His voice was not loud, but it carried the authority of a superior.

Zhang Leguo, face still red, hurried over and ushered him to sit down on the sofa, apologizing, "Father, weren’t we just worried about you?"

Old Master Zhang said in a muffled voice, "I don’t think so."

His eyes seemed capable of seeing right through his son.

Zhang Leguo clenched his fists in shame and awkwardly didn’t know what to say.

His elder brother, Zhang Lezhong, was busy asking everyone to step out, as the old master had just recovered and needed to convalesce in peace.

Zhang Leguo, worried that Long Fei was pulling a fast one, immediately called for experts in both Chinese and Western medicine to check on his father.

After taking his pulse, measuring his blood pressure, and using an electrocardiography machine, they confirmed that the old master’s health had indeed improved, and they couldn’t detect anything wrong with him.

The Western medicine experts were all stunned, and the foreigners exchanged glances, exclaiming that this was absolutely a miracle from God.

Zhang Leguo was utterly disappointed, as he had been planning to take over power once the old master passed away.

Now his plans were disrupted by Long Fei, and he couldn’t help feeling extreme anger as he glanced at the young man.

The group of experts also felt awkward about staying any longer, as they never expected that after years of practicing medicine, they would be outshone by a youngster.

One by one, they took their leave, feeling both a sense of inadequacy and a belief that Long Fei was somewhat arrogant.

After all, they were seniors in the field, and as a junior in the medical community, Long Fei should know his place—regardless of his abilities.

After they left, under Huangfu Cheng’s instigation, they quickly reached an agreement.

Once they were back, they would find a way to blackball Long Fei, ensuring he wouldn’t gain fame in the medical community.

Whether he was doing business or opening a hospital, they would make sure this young man tasted what hardship was like.

But they were overthinking; Long Fei had no intention of developing a career in the medical community.

Once Huangfu Cheng had left, he received another phone call.

"Grandfather, come to the police station to pick me up, I’ve been arrested by the Xianggang police!" rang out the cries from the phone.

The call was from Huangfu Qi, who had been accused of sexual harassment towards a flight attendant and was even found to have drug use traces, leading to his official arrest at a police station near the airport.

Huangfu Cheng nearly spit blood; he had wanted his grandson to gain some experience, but who knew such an incident would occur.

The Huangfu Family had clout in Qingdong City, but they were far from influential in Xianggang.

Just then, the Second Young Master Zhang, Zhang Leguo, drove by and lowered his car window to greet Huangfu Cheng.

Seeing his savior, Huangfu Cheng immediately sought help from Second Young Master Zhang.

Second Young Master Zhang had matters to discuss with him too, and the two of them quickly hit it off, heading to the airport police station to bail out Huangfu Qi.

This time, although Long Fei had made an appearance, he had offended a whole group of people.

Zhang Leguo, intending to deal with Long Fei, naturally wanted to band together with some people from the inland to take action.

He was determined to make this bastard pay the price; the guy had the audacity to be arrogant in front of him, which was practically a death wish!

As night fell, Old Master Zhang held a banquet at home to entertain Long Fei and Lin Yingying.

The dinner didn’t even include Zhang Xuan’er’s parents; only the four of them were present.

Old Master Zhang was quite content that his granddaughter could befriend someone as esteemed as Long Fei.

He took out some Moutai liquor that he had treasured for many years and had Zhang Xuan’er fill everyone’s glass.

Long Fei asked, "Old sir, you also enjoy Moutai?"

Old Master Zhang smiled and said, "They were all gifts from friends, and I never had the chance to drink them. Today, fortunate to meet Brother Long, I’ve taken them out specifically to drink our fill."

He enjoyed wine and even owned a vineyard in France.

Zhang Xuan’er didn’t like her grandfather referring to Long Fei this way; if he called him Brother Long, wouldn’t she have to call Long Fei ’Uncle’?

Lin Yingying watched her embarrassed look and couldn’t help but laugh silently to herself.

When Long Fei visited her home, her grandfather had addressed him in the same way.

She had felt the same way at the time.

The four drank a glass together, the liquor at least fifty years old.

It was smooth and rich, with an intoxicating aroma.

It even contained a hint of Essential Qi, clearly not your ordinary liquor.

Old Master Zhang then asked with a smile, "Brother Long, I heard you’ve come to Xianggang this time to participate in the Hong Sect grandee selection?"