The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 110 - 110 109 Won

110: Chapter 109: Won 110: Chapter 109: Won “If you two are offering your faces for me to hit, I won’t be courteous.

Just wait for the final score!” Liu Hun retorted to the two men, standing on the stage as the host; it really wasn’t good for him to start a fight.

Du Yueling forced a strained smile and asked Wang Jian, “Mr.

Wang, how many points would you give to Wanbao’s ancient tea?”

“Points?

How can you even ask for points for such trash?

No points!

Zero points!” Wang Jian waved his hands dismissively at Du Yueling, his mood as foul as if he had just eaten a bowl of excrement.

“Chairman Wang!

You have your academic faction and views!

But please respect others and respect this fine tea!

Don’t let your personal biases overshadow a superb tea!

Watch your language!” Chang Genrong, unable to stand it any longer, suddenly stood up.

“What a joke!

You allow yourself to give full marks but won’t allow me to give zero?

Today, I am giving it zero!

I’d like to see what you can do about it.

This tea is not worthy of being called the king of teas!” Wang Jian also lost his temper, harshly retorting to Chang Genrong.

Seeing the atmosphere between the two men heating up, Liu Hun truly worried that his tea competition might turn into a martial contest.

If things went south today, hundreds of thousands of dollars would be wasted, so he quickly stepped forward to mediate, saying, “Both judges are respected individuals.

Since we in Wanbao Village have invited you two as judges, we respect your scores.

I accept them!

However, whether Wanbao’s ancient tea can be the king of teas, shouldn’t we also consider President Lu’s opinion?”

“Right!

We should listen to old Lu’s advice!” Chang Genrong coldly glanced at Wang Jian, then turned to look at Lu Bomeng beside him.

“Old Lu, please speak impartially…

Old Lu!

What’s wrong with you?” Wang Jian was just about to speak to Lu Bomeng when he suddenly saw him collapse on the stage.

With Lu Bomeng’s sudden condition, the atmosphere instantly blew up like a firecracker thrown into a pond, causing chaos everywhere.

Liu Hun sprinted to Lu Bomeng’s side and then said to the approaching Du Yueling, “Go find Qin Yue and the opera troupe to keep order!

We must not panic!”

“Yes!” Although Du Yueling was worried about Liu Hun, she followed his orders and immediately ran off the stage to find Qin Yue.

“How could this happen to Old Lu?

He was fine just a moment ago!” Chang Genrong asked anxiously.

“We need to call an ambulance right now!

If we delay and something happens, who can bear the responsibility?” Wang Jian also expressed his anxiety.

Seeing Lu Bomeng unconscious, Li Guangjin knew he certainly couldn’t judge Wanbao’s ancient tea anymore, making the title of tea king his by default.

He immediately interjected, “Yes!

Let’s rush him to the hospital!

Why delay here?

Today’s tea king selection is over; it’s my Dragon Well tea!”

Just as Liu Hun was about to use his superpower to revive Lu Bomeng, Li Guangjin’s comments caught his attention.

Glancing at the table, he noticed Lu Bomeng’s cup of Wanbao ancient tea appeared untouched, giving him an idea.

Seeing that Liu Hun seemed to have no intention of rushing Lu Bomeng to the hospital, Li Guangjin guessed that he was still hopeful for the tea king title.

With a cunning thought, he remarked sarcastically, “Old Lu has always been healthy; did the Wanbao ancient tea cause this?

Is there a problem with the tea?”

Huang Xian also didn’t want Liu Hun to get ahead, so he loudly exclaimed, “Why did Old Lu faint after drinking Wanbao’s ancient tea?

Is this even tea?

Could it cost someone their life?”

These words set off murmurs among the tea merchants in the audience, who were blocked from nearing the stage by the opera troupe disciples; they speculated that Lu Bomeng had collapsed because of the Wanbao ancient tea, suggesting there was indeed an issue with the tea.

Liu Hun, keeping his hand on Lu Bomeng’s pulse, was ready to channel his Qi Force if a life-threatening issue arose, though he needed Lu Bomeng to remain unconscious a while longer.

He loudly asked Wang Jian and Chang Genrong, “Chairman Chang, Chairman Wang, have you found any issues with my Wanbao ancient tea?”

Chang Genrong, slightly taken aback, instinctively replied, “No issues at all!

It’s very good!

I could drink a hundred bowls of it!”

Wang Jian grimaced and said, “Although it’s hard to swallow, honestly, I haven’t felt any problems yet.

But shouldn’t we first be concerned about Old Lu’s safety?”

Hearing Chang Genrong and Wang Jian’s words, the tea merchants felt somewhat reassured, which was precisely why Liu Hun had asked the question.

“What nonsense!

Clearly, it’s the tea from your Wanbao Village that caused this!

Now, not only are you not rushing Old Lu to medical care, but you’re also muddling the truth here!

What exactly are your intentions?” Li Guangjin accused, unwilling to let a mere farmer snatch the tea king title from him.

“What intentions?

Isn’t it all for the title of tea king?

For such a small benefit, you’re even willing to forsake your conscience!

I see your Wanbao ancient tea not only has a problem with the tea but with its people as well!” Huang Xian also added fuel to the fire, eager to completely crush Liu Hun.

Liu Hun ignored Huang Xian and Li Guangjin’s aggressive barks, supporting the unconscious Lu Borong into a chair, then addressed Wang Jian and Chang Genrong, “Chairman Wang, Chairman Chang!

You two need not worry.

If anything permanent happens to Old Lu, I, Liu Hun, will take full responsibility!”

“Could you really bear such responsibility?” Wang Jian retorted to Liu Hun, his words tinged with both anxiety and disdain.

Liu Hun, supporting Lu Bomeng with one hand while holding his tea bowl with the other, raised his voice and asked Wang Jian and Chang Genrong, “Gentlemen, how much tea did Master Lu drink?”

Wang Jian and Chang Genrong, unsure of the game Liu Hun was playing, craned their necks to see and both said, “Not much.”

“That’s exactly the problem!” Liu Hun shouted loudly.

This statement truly startled everyone present.

The villagers of Wanbao Village complained internally about Liu Hun’s foolishness, wondering how he could say such a thing when it seemed to only make matters worse.

Ying Nanhong and others along with the tea merchants were completely puzzled, not understanding why Liu Hun wasn’t rushing him to the hospital and instead was making such comments here.

Huang Xian and Li Guangjin, on the other hand, were eagerly waiting for Lu Bomeng to actually die on the spot, thinking that Liu Hun, who seemed ignorant of the gravity of the situation, would then really be in big trouble.

“Gentlemen!

I forgot to tell everyone something important!” exclaimed Liu Hun, lifting the Wanbao vintage tea high in the air.

His Qi leaped to his throat, and his powerful voice boomed as if a mountain god was bestowing his presence, “Our Wanbao vintage tea is not only supreme tea, extraordinary tea—it is a miraculous tea blessed by the essence of heaven and earth!

What exactly is so miraculous about it?

Please open your eyes wide and see clearly!”

Having said that, Liu Hun squeezed Lu Bomeng’s mouth and poured the Wanbao vintage tea into him while letting his own Qi surge into Lu Bomeng’s body.

Those present on and off the stage were stunned by Liu Hun’s profound voice, and what stunned everyone even more was that just as Lu Bomeng, with his eyes closed and head tilted seemed about to pass away, he suddenly woke up after drinking the Wanbao vintage tea!

“Master Lu?

Master Lu!

Are you alright?” Chang Genrong asked, waving a hand in front of Lu Bomeng.

Looking around at everyone watching him, Lu Bomeng suddenly burst out laughing, “Great!

Very good indeed!”

“Master Lu, you really scared us just now.

What happened that you fainted?” Wang Jian asked, letting out a deep breath in relief.

Lu Bomeng took a small medicine bottle from his bosom and said to everyone, “As you get older, your memory fades.

I apologize for scaring everyone just now!”

“Master Lu, what you mean is that you don’t blame the Wanbao vintage tea anymore?” asked Liu Hun, seizing the opportunity, as the desired effect hadn’t fully materialized yet.

“Blame?

Why wouldn’t I blame it!” Lu Bomeng replied, hitting the table.

Lu Bomeng’s attitude made many people anxious again; he had just mentioned forgetting his medication that caused him to faint, and now he was blaming the Wanbao vintage tea again.

Huang Xian and Li Guangjin, riding an emotional rollercoaster, felt their hearts nearly burst when they heard Lu Bomeng speak, and just as they were about to interject, Lu Bomeng spoke again.

“I blame myself for not having encountered your Wanbao vintage tea sooner!

Had it not been for that sip of tea, I might have been gone by now!” Lu Bomeng suddenly burst into hearty laughter, stood up, and shaking Liu Hun’s hand, he exclaimed, “I not only want to thank your Wanbao vintage tea, but I also want to promote it!

This is a miraculous tea!

An exceptional tea that can prolong life!

It should be known by more people!”

Lu Borong, excitedly finishing his declaration to Liu Hun, suddenly remembered he still had to give a score and cheerfully said, “I also give Wanbao vintage tea ten out of ten!

Full marks!

It truly deserves to be the tea king of this tea competition!”

“Wonderful!

Those words are so satisfying!

I was really scared just now!

I almost thought our Wanbao tea had actually killed someone!” Qin Yue exclaimed loudly, still visibly shaken from the scare.

Like the villagers of Wanbao Village, Fen Ran and Bai Lian were incoherently shouting praises in excitement, their joy surpassing the festive spirit of the New Year by a notch.

With an innocuous smile on his face, Liu Hun walked up to Huang Xian and Li Guangjin and asked, “Does that hurt?”

Ashamed, both Li Guangjin and Huang Xian blushed and dared not utter a word.

“Tea king, anyone?” Liu Hun continued to ask them.

Li Guangjin shook his head; Huang Xian did the same, both recognizing they had encountered a formidable opponent.

“Remember this from now on!

There is only one tea king—that is, Wanbao vintage tea!

Now, I want you two to tell me loudly, tell the three judges present, the tea merchants, and everyone here—who is the tea king?” Liu Hun asked Huang Xian and Li Guangjin, mimicking the defiant attitude they had shown him earlier.

Faced with this outcome, feeling a burning pain on their faces, they begrudgingly said, “Wanbao vintage tea!”

“Now!

You two can go to hell!” Liu Hun waved them off aggressively, and were it not for being on stage in front of so many people, he might have actually dealt with them severely.