Not long after, the meal was ready. The Bai family's cook was good, and Lu Fan ate two large bowls, appearing to savor every bite.
"Doctor Lu, this is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you will accept it!"
Bai Tianchen presented a briefcase and placed it before Ye Tian. Upon opening it, Lu Fan discovered it was filled with money.
"Mr. Bai, this is too vulgar. I treat illnesses based on my mood, not for money!" Lu Fan declared proudly. "Besides, carrying so much cash around is inconvenient!"
Bai Tianchen chuckled awkwardly. "Doctor Lu is no ordinary person and naturally doesn't care for wealth. However, when traveling, one needs some means for engagements. Since Doctor Lu doesn't want cash, please accept this card!"
"A Supreme Card?"
Old Zhao exclaimed in astonishment. "Mr. Bai is truly generous. There are only a few Supreme Cards in the country. For Mr. Bai to readily offer it shows his high regard for Doctor Lu!"
"Doctor Lu cured my father; how could I possibly be negligent?"
Bai Tianchen smiled. He was a businessman. Someone like Lu Fan would undoubtedly be needed in the future. If he could foster good relations, why wouldn't he? Su Dan Fiction Network.
"What is this card used for?" Lu Fan asked, curious.
"Doctor Lu may not know, but this is a VIP Supreme Card. For any purchase, simply present this card, and the bill will be waived!"
Bai Tianchen stated directly. "All expenses will be covered by me."
"This might not be appropriate!" Lu Fan said awkwardly.
"From now on, Doctor Lu is a honored guest of the Bai family. A mere Supreme Card is nothing significant," Bai Tianchen smiled. "I've also heard a little about the Yang family's affairs today. Doctor Lu, rest assured, I will keep this matter in mind!"
"You want to deal with the Yang family?" Lu Fan smiled. "That's unnecessary!"
"The Bai family is quite influential in Qingzhou. Dealing with the Yang family is not difficult," Bai Tianchen replied with a smile.
"As for my own matters, I prefer to handle them myself!" Lu Fan shook his head.
"This..." Bai Tianchen was slightly surprised, then gave a wry smile. "If that's the case, I shall respect Doctor Lu's wishes."
Lu Fan nodded. Dealing with the Yang family was his responsibility, and he didn't need outsiders interfering. Moreover, if Bai Tianchen helped him so much, Lu Fan would be indebted to him in the future.
After Lu Fan left, Old Zhao marveled, "I truly never imagined such an extraordinary person existed in this world!"
"Indeed. This person will surely have great fortune in the future!" Bai Tianchen agreed. "He can only be befriended, never offended!"
"Is that why Mr. Bai went to such lengths?" Old Zhao narrowed his eyes. "I have never seen Mr. Bai so earnest."
"Aren't you the same, Old Zhao? A renowned national medical master, personally taking someone as a teacher."
Bai Tianchen and Old Zhao exchanged knowing smiles. They were both shrewd individuals.
As the night deepened, Lu Fan walked alone, a bottle of wine in hand, as if singing to the wine, oblivious to the passage of time. He was already about seventy percent drunk.
Not far down the street, several figures flickered. A robust man was carrying someone on his back, fleeing towards an alley, only to be intercepted by several men in black.
"Da Zhuang, put me down!"
The man on his back spoke, seeming to have been drugged and completely devoid of strength.
"We take money to resolve troubles. The leader of the Azure Dragon Sect will likely perish here today!"
The leader of the black-clothed men sneered. "After being dosed with my Soul-Muddling Powder, even a Grandmaster will be disoriented."
The Azure Dragon Sect was the overlord of Qingzhou's underworld, known publicly as the Azure Dragon Martial Hall.
"Who exactly are you people, and why are you targeting the Sect Leader!"
The strong man demanded. "Who is behind all this!"
"There's no point in saying more. He will surely die today!"
The leader of the black-clothed men said coldly and signaled his companions. Several black-clothed men then charged forward.
However, in that instant, the Azure Dragon Sect Leader, Han Yunhai, suddenly stood up and repelled several of them with a palm strike, stumbling and nearly falling.
But at that very moment, a hidden weapon was launched. Han Yunhai could not evade it in time and was nearly impaled in the heart. Coupled with the effects of the Soul-Muddling Powder, he was already at his limit.
"I know you are a Grandmaster, so you came prepared."
The leader of the black-clothed men sneered, taking advantage of the dark and windy night to silence him.
"The moon is so round tonight. Instead of appreciating it, you come here to disturb me. Aren't you afraid I'll deal with you?"
Lu Fan, holding a bottle of wine, stumbled towards them, drinking as he walked.
The leader of the black-clothed men turned and glanced at Lu Fan. He flicked a hidden weapon from his hand. Even if Lu Fan were a drunkard, disturbing him meant certain death.
*Whoosh...*
The hidden weapon whistled through the air with a rapid whooshing sound. The black-clothed man didn't even turn his head. He knew the formidable power of this hidden weapon; even a Grandmaster might not be able to dodge it. He certainly wouldn't care about an ordinary drunkard.
"Eliminate Han Yunhai!"
As the leader of the black-clothed men finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his throat. A silver needle, like a sharp sword, pierced directly through him. He slowly turned his head, only to see Lu Fan's harmless smile.
"Boss!"
The others cried out, their expressions filled with panic. They were professional assassins with extremely agile movements, and Lu Fan had killed their leader with such ease. They suspected he was a powerful expert from the Azure Dragon Sect.
With this thought, the black-clothed men began to scatter, fleeing in all directions. The scene just now was too bizarre.
"I was merely passing by, and you tried to kill me," Lu Fan slurred drunkenly. "Who did I offend? I think you deserved to die!"
"Many thanks for your salvation, sir!"
Han Yunhai, wounded, expressed his gratitude, his heart filled with shock. Lu Fan's movements were too swift; even he hadn't seen them clearly.
"I have no connection with you. Why should I save you!" Lu Fan continued forward, clutching his wine bottle. "It's simply that he deserved it!"
Watching Lu Fan's receding figure, Han Yunhai was stunned. "Da Zhuang, when we return, make sure to investigate thoroughly who this divine being is. To possess such skill at such a young age!"
Not long after, many experts from the Azure Dragon Martial Hall arrived and escorted Han Yunhai back.
Lu Fan, having drunk an unknown amount of wine, gradually lost consciousness. When he woke up, a ray of sunlight was already shining in.
Carefully observing his surroundings, he realized the place was simple. Although it was a room, it only had a table, and even the bed was a wooden plank structure. Sunlight even seeped through the ceiling.
"Young man, you're finally awake!" an old man with silver-white hair entered. "Drink this ginger tea quickly, or your head will ache."
"Where am I?" Lu Fan asked, looking confused. "I remember last night..."
"This is the Commoner Village, Qingzhou's Commoner Village!" the white-haired old woman said with a smile. "Everyone here calls me Grandma Guihua. You drank too much last night and collapsed on the road. If not for Ke'er, you would have been in danger."
"Ke'er?" Lu Fan seemed a bit embarrassed. "Actually, I don't get drunk. Perhaps I was just too happy last night!"
"Let's not talk too much for now. Drink the ginger soup quickly," Grandma Guihua urged.