Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 244 - 244 244 Breaking the Gu Spell

244: Chapter 244: Breaking the Gu Spell 244: Chapter 244: Breaking the Gu Spell Qin Han sent Song Yuwei a message telling her to come straight home and then called out to a few people as they prepared to leave for his own home.

As they were about to leave, Qin Han glanced and saw Ming Xizhi sitting in the car across the street, looking their direction.

He felt a bit of sympathy for Ming Xizhi and others who walked the path of an official.

Seeing Ming Xizhi get out of the car and approach, Qin Han said indifferently, “Dirac and Bruce are coming to my house for dinner, you should join us.”

“Thank you, Mr.

Qin!” Although Ming Xizhi would normally accompany guests during formal banquets, he couldn’t participate in a family dinner like this one, because Dirac wouldn’t give him that opportunity.

Of course, the topics discussed at official banquets and family dinners differed as well, with the latter being more casual and conducive to strengthening relationships.

Having received the message, Song Yuwei was already waiting at the door when Qin Han and others arrived home, while Xiaoxiao was playing with Diudiu and Yaoyang in the playroom Qin Han had prepared for Diudiu.

When the little one saw Dirac, curiosity shone in his eyes, and after circling around Dirac, he asked, “Uncle, why are your eyes blue?

They’re so pretty.”

Dirac was amused by Diudiu’s comment, he bent down to pick up Diudiu and said with a smile, “Because my father’s eyes are blue, just like your father’s eyes are black.”

When Xu Bingyan translated this for Diudiu, the child said with a look of sympathy, “So you can’t speak, huh?

It’s okay; I’ll still play with you.”

This caused everyone to burst into laughter, all admiring Qin Han’s daughter for being intelligent and adorable.

“This is my wife, Song Yuwei.”

“Yu Wei, this is Prince Dirac from the Never-Setting Sun Empire,” he added, winking at Song Yuwei.

The couple understood each other perfectly, and Song Yuwei immediately realized Qin Han’s intention for the evening.

She greeted him in fluent English, “Your Highness, it’s a pleasure to have you at our home.

Please, this way.”

“Respectable madam, please allow me to express my utmost respect to you,” Dirac said, attempting to kiss Song Yuwei’s hand, but Qin Han declined it.

As if, I haven’t even kissed her yet!

“I didn’t expect Mr.

Qin to be so selfishly in love with his wife,” Dirac teased.

Song Yuwei’s face turned bright red at Dirac’s words, and she hurriedly ushered him to the living room to rest.

As everyone walked, they took in the house’s environment, each of them spontaneously entertaining the thought that perhaps only someone like Qin Han deserved such luxury.

After Zhang Yalin and Zhong Yuanliang had tidied up the ingredients, everyone saw Qin Han put on an apron and enter the kitchen.

“My goodness, Mr.

Qin is actually cooking himself,” Bruce exclaimed in surprise.

“It seems I’m enjoying the most honored treatment at Mr.

Qin’s,” Dirac said with a laugh.

Ming Xizhi, Zhang Yalin, and the others looked on in shock—could it be that Qin Han, who wouldn’t hesitate to kill, could actually cook?

Seeing everyone’s surprised look, Song Yuwei chuckled, “Actually, Qin Han’s cooking is quite delicious.”

Everyone shook their heads in disbelief, truly not expecting that Qin Han, successful in business, would also play the role of a good homemaker.

In the breaks between Qin Han’s cooking, Song Yuwei and Dirac chatted a lot.

When Dirac heard about the two main products of Song Yuwei’s company, he showed great interest and asked if he could have a bottle.

Song Yuwei immediately had Xiang Xiao bring out the gift boxes they had prepared in advance, each containing two bottles of beauty serum and breast enhancement cream, with one for each person present.

Yet, Zhang Yalin’s portion included two more bottles of breast enhancement cream than the others.

When she saw the contents of the gift box, she glanced at Song Yuwei, who simply winked at her.

Zhang Yalin gave a sweet smile.

Now she wouldn’t have to be called ‘the horizon’ anymore, and she wondered if Zhong Yuanliang would dare to complain about being ‘bumped’ by her again, her face flushing at the thought.

In less than an hour, Qin Han summoned Zhang Yalin and Zhong Yuanliang to the kitchen to serve the dishes on the dining table while he went to the bathroom to clean up.

The dining table was neatly set with sixteen exquisite dishes, ten hot and six cold.

The two people who enjoyed the meal the most were Zhong Yuanliang and Bruce.

“Mr.

Qin, the food you cooked is so delicious, this is the best Chinese meal I have ever had,” Bruce said with sincere admiration.

The rest of the group also praised Qin Han’s cooking skills loudly.

“Mr.

Zhong, could you leave me some?” As he was speaking, Bruce saw that Zhong Yuanliang was about to finish the plate of Kung Pao Chicken in front of him and quickly spoke up.

Zhong Yuanliang smiled awkwardly upon hearing this and glanced at Qin Han to see if he was angry.

Relieved to see he wasn’t, he felt at ease and became too engrossed in eating to remember that there were guests present.

Bruce caught Zhong Yuanliang’s expression and asked in surprise, “Mr.

Qin, what is your relationship with Mr.

Zhong?”

“Master and disciple!” Qin Han said indifferently.

When Zhong Yuanliang heard Qin Han’s words, he was taken aback, then a wave of excitement spread across his face.

From now on, he could walk with his head held high.

The family banquet lasted a full two hours before ending.

After scheduling the time for tomorrow’s treatment, Dirac stood up to take his leave.

Before leaving, he said to Song Yuwei, “Madam, don’t forget about our earlier discussion.”

That night, lying in bed together, Qin Han asked, “Have you made a deal with Dirac?”

“Mm, Dirac said he’d send a batch of products to Neverland first.

If the effects aren’t affected by racial differences, he will continue to expand the sales channels,” Song Yuwei said lazily, snuggling into Qin Han’s embrace.

Before Qin Han could continue talking, he heard Song Yuwei’s breathing gradually steady, as she had fallen asleep.

Qin Han smiled affectionately, straightened her body on the bed comfortably, and turned off the light.

The next day, in Dirac’s hospital room, Qin Han placed the fresh pork he had casually bought from the market on the table and said with a smile, “This will be useful in a moment!”

“Raw pork?” Bruce asked with a look of astonishment.

“Yes, raw pork!”

He motioned for Dirac to expose his groin and then, with the Golden Needle, separated the groin from the abdomen.

He continued placing needles down from the groin to the feet, inserting one Golden Needle after another.

Once everything was ready, Qin Han said calmly, “The scene you are about to witness may look a bit strange.

Don’t be afraid.”

“Mr.

Qin, why are so many Golden Needles left in today?” Dirac couldn’t help asking as he looked at the dense array of needles on his body.

“I’m making a path for them, forcing them out,” Qin Han said gravely, looking at the five red spots.

As if alive, the five red spots began darting around within the circle the moment Qin Han’s words ended.

“No good!”