Urban Immortal Doctor Master
Chapter 818 - 818 817 Ice Mountain Female CEO

818: 817: Ice Mountain Female CEO 818: 817: Ice Mountain Female CEO She was terrified after the diagnosis.

If Tang Feng couldn’t help, she might have to be admitted to the provincial hospital for treatment.

Why trust Tang Feng?

It was all because of that note.

If he could see through the illness, then naturally, he’d have a way to treat it.

These six women were all elite professionals in the business world—extremely sharp.

It wasn’t easy to deceive them.

To be honest, exposing such private aspects of their bodies in front of a man made them feel somewhat shy.

But Tang Feng performed acupuncture with utmost seriousness, and the women watched curiously.

Still, those exquisite curves were truly quite breathtaking.

The other five women felt a twinge of envy.

What on earth did she eat growing up?

When it was their turn, they were a bit reserved.

Fortunately, Tang Feng’s gaze remained pure and focused.

Not everyone had to remove their clothing—some were treated on the legs, others on the arms.

By the time he finished, Tang Feng looked pale.

Innate Qi wasn’t inexhaustible.

Next, he planned to venture into the mountains to gather herbs.

At least that wouldn’t be as taxing.

As for cultivation, he believed that once his mental realm reached a certain state, it would naturally advance; there was no need for deliberate cultivation.

After the acupuncture sessions, the six women visibly felt much better, especially the one suffering from gastroparesis—the improvement was remarkable.

At that moment, they realized just how skilled Tang Feng really was.

He was simply a divine doctor.

Perhaps because there had been close contact, they gradually relaxed and began revealing their hidden sides while in Tang Feng’s presence.

Interactions became much more lighthearted.

It wasn’t that they suddenly liked Tang Feng, but at least they no longer disliked him.

And Tang Feng was undeniably handsome.

Those with boyfriends naturally wouldn’t pursue him, and those without felt he was too intimidating—a man who offered little sense of security, so they dared not pursue him either.

After work, the women left with Tang Feng.

When they saw a BMW pulling up in front of them, they were all stunned.

“What’s with the confused looks?

I live near the New City area.

Those heading the same way, hop in.

I’ll give you a ride,” Tang Feng said.

Three of the women got into the car.

“Xiao Tang, I don’t get it.

You’re this well-off—why are you even working at the company?

Is it owned by your family or something?”

“Big Sis, you’re overthinking it.

The Ye Group has nothing to do with me.

I’m just trying to experience life.”

The three women were speechless.

“Where do you live?”

“The Splendid Villas.”

…

The women were utterly dumbfounded.

A textbook high society bachelor was actually working in their department—it felt like something out of a fairy tale.

Watching the BMW drive off, they felt a strange sense of unreality.

They could only marvel at how peculiar the world was.

Thinking about having their own chauffeur in the future, the three women each harbored their own thoughts.

Wealth, a house, and talent—where could one find a man like this?

Women’s outlooks could change in an instant; modesty held little value for those aspiring to high-society living.

When Tang Feng returned home, the aroma of food greeted him.

As he entered, he saw Tian Xiaolei busy in the kitchen.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

“Ah, stop that!

I’m making soup,” she protested.

“Is everything settled?”

“Not so fast, but don’t worry.

I’ll handle it.

Go wash your hands; dinner will be ready soon.” Tian Xiaolei gave him a playful slap.

This guy—always so forward when she wasn’t paying attention!

Men are all the same.

Tang Feng let her go, washed his hands, and sat at the dining table.

Five dishes and a soup—she must have spent a good amount of time preparing it.

He was touched.

Love or not, the details spoke volumes.

He felt a tinge of guilt.

Frankly, he felt more pity for her than love.

As for love—well, that seemed far away for him.

Whenever he thought of love, he inevitably thought of Mu Qingwan, Murong Qinglan, Gao Jingyao, and Tang Wushuang.

As long as he understood the essence of time or the laws governing it, returning to 200 years later wouldn’t be difficult.

Perhaps he’d wake up one day and find himself back there.

Pushing aside these thoughts, he decided to focus on the present and savor life as it was now.

That night, Tian Xiaolei didn’t stay.

She wanted to avoid leaving any leverage against her before everything was resolved.

Such self-deceiving behavior happened every day.

Tang Feng didn’t mind.

On his fourth day back on Earth, he took leave and headed to the most primitive mountain deep within Xi City.

In 1998, tourism hadn’t developed yet; the forest still retained its original appearance.

By the end of the trip, Tang Feng had gathered quite a bit of herbal medicine and refined the Hundred Pills.

He took a Spirit Pill and meditated overnight but achieved no breakthroughs.

Instead, he almost ended up dreaming.

The next day, Tang Feng was late for work again—intentionally, to see how the women would react.

But when he arrived at the company entrance, he froze completely.

Suddenly, he understood everything.

Returning to Earth 200 years earlier wasn’t due to his lack of enlightenment; it was to find someone.

That person was none other than the long-lost Murong Qinglan.

And the woman in front of him was her.

Tang Feng couldn’t be mistaken.

At this moment, his composure shattered.

“Who are you?

Move aside!” The bodyguard beside her tried to push Tang Feng away, but he stood rooted to the spot like a nail.

“Qinglan, I’ve finally found you!” In that instant, Tang Feng felt his soul ascending, his cultivation rapidly advancing, while the woman across from him stared blankly at him.

She knew nothing about Tang Feng, yet she couldn’t muster any anger toward him.

And how did he know her name?

“Do we know each other?” Ye Qinglan asked, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

“Have you still not recovered your memories?” Tang Feng’s heart ached—this was his greatest failure: failing to protect the most important woman in his life.

“Qinglan, we’re running late.

Let’s go.” At that moment, a young master with an air of privilege appeared outside.

“Sir, you’ve mistaken me for someone else.

Apologies, but I have something to attend to.” Ye Qinglan walked past Tang Feng.

Tang Feng instinctively grabbed her arm.

He felt that if he didn’t act, he’d lose her forever.

“Let go of her!

She’s my woman!” The young master was nearly exploding with rage.

He hadn’t even held Ye Qinglan’s hand, yet here was a stranger overstepping boundaries.

How could he tolerate this?

Punches and kicks flew.

“No!” Ye Qinglan’s heart tightened as she hurriedly tried to stop him.

However, the scene she feared didn’t unfold—even though the young master was skilled in martial arts, he was sent flying, landing three meters away, unconscious.

“Xiao Long, are you alright?” Ye Qinglan was about to rush over but was held back by Tang Feng.

This time, she was truly furious.

“Let me go, or I’ll call for help!” In truth, she didn’t need to call.

By now, a group of security guards had gathered and surrounded Tang Feng.

“Qinglan, I’ll make you remember.

Listen to me closely: in both our past life and this life, you are destined to be my woman.” Tang Feng pulled her into his arms and, under the gaze of everyone present, kissed her before letting her go.

“You—you—” Ye Qinglan was dumbfounded.

This guy was way too bold!

Yet, why didn’t her usually cold and serious self feel the slightest anger?

What was happening?

My first kiss.

Ye Qinglan was furious.

“President, should we detain him?” The security guards were unsure of the situation.

“No need.

Take Xiao Gong to the hospital,” Ye Qinglan said after collecting herself.

Then she got into her car and left.

But the emotional and domineering scene Tang Feng had just enacted was deeply etched in her mind.

Her heartbeat quickened.

She didn’t feel even a trace of disgust.

My God—what’s wrong with me?

Ye Qinglan grew nervous and afraid.

Could she really have lost part of her memories?

Three years ago, she remembered being gravely ill.

When she woke up, she was still herself, but many things had changed—some habits didn’t even feel like her own.

She had never figured it out, but now, after meeting Tang Feng, she felt she might have indeed lost something.

“Find out everything you can about that man,” Ye Qinglan instructed her secretary.

“Understood, President.”

Her secretary, too, was perplexed by what had just happened.