"So I have to go away for a while," Wan Yunting said.
Gu Yuanbai raised an eyebrow and said, "Going abroad in disguise to avoid being discovered by the Heavenly Eye God Cult is a viable plan."
Wan Yunting nodded. "At the same time, I'll have someone impersonate me and appear in public from time to time, so that the Heavenly Eye God Cult's informants lurking around me will see that I'm still in the capital."
Gu Luotang asked, "Who will impersonate you?"
Wan Yunting smiled. "My cousin, Ouyang Xiuxian."
Gu Luotang and Gu Yuanbai nodded. Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow and said, "Old Gu, it will take me half a month to a month to return from Africa."
"During this time, I won't be in the capital, so I can't help you much. However, I've already sent people to investigate the Gu family in the Island Nation, and I'll notify you immediately if I get any news."
Gu Yuanbai nodded. "You don't need to worry about domestic matters. I'll handle them."
Wan Yunting nodded. Although he was going to Mali, Africa, with Huang Hongying's team this time, he was still keeping tabs on the investigations into Liu He's group, Du Hua and Jiang Wenhao, as well as his father's investigation into Zhenghai Pharmaceutical Group. If there was any news, someone would inform Gu Yuanbai immediately.
However, during this period, parents of students, in order to abolish the Traditional Chinese Medicine class, deliberately manipulated public opinion online. The focus of the criticism was directed at Gu Yuanbai, making things increasingly unfavorable for him.
Although Wan Yunting wanted to use his influence to debate online for Gu Yuanbai, he was rejected.
This was because Gu Yuanbai believed that the success of the reform of Traditional Chinese Medicine depended on the general public. If the public supported the abolition of the Traditional Chinese Medicine class because of those parents, then the path to reviving Chinese medicine culture would be halted.
Currently, the internet was abuzz with discussions about this matter, with both supporters and opponents in equal numbers, causing a great deal of public opinion.
However, the more intense the debate became, the more Gu Yuanbai believed this was an unavoidable environment for the revival of Traditional Chinese Medicine. If they won, the path to the revival of Chinese medicine in the future would be smooth sailing, and no one would be able to stop them.
After leaving Gu Yuanbai's home, Wan Yunting went to the police station. Director Huang Zhen personally inquired about the case of his clinic being burned down and directly assigned Xu Xiangqian and Zhang Wei to investigate and find the arsonist as soon as possible.
After sending Su Ke'er back, Wan Yunting returned home in the afternoon.
"Xiao Wan is back?"
Old Master Ouyang Shen was visiting his great-granddaughter.
"Grandfather, you're here." Wan Yunting greeted his grandfather with a smile.
Fang Yanxi, who was holding their youngest daughter, asked, "How is the clinic now? Was it severely damaged by the fire?"
His mother, Xia Xiangyun, and his sister, Ouyang Fanmeng, were also present. Everyone looked at Wan Yunting with concern.
He shook his head. "The first floor was severely damaged, and the second floor was also affected. Only the third floor was not damaged. Fortunately, no one was injured."
"It's good that everyone is fine."
Ouyang Shenhe nodded and asked, "I heard it was arson. Have they caught the culprits?"
"Not yet."
Wan Yunting sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and said, "However, a case has been filed, and the arson tools and evidence were found at the scene. I believe the culprits will be apprehended soon."
Fang Yanxi and Ouyang Shenhe were relieved. At this time, Ouyang Xiuxian and his younger cousins and nieces also came to inquire about the clinic fire after hearing about Wan Yunting's return. After all, the incident had spread to the internet, and everyone had seen it.
In the evening, when his father Ouyang Zhixin returned, the family gathered for dinner. After dinner, Wan Yunting and his family gathered in the courtyard where they lived, drinking tea and chatting.
"Yunting, when are you leaving the country?" Ouyang Zhixin asked.
"The day after tomorrow, which is Monday." Wan Yunting said as he poured his father tea.
Ouyang Zhixin picked up his teacup and asked, "Have you made all the arrangements?"
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled. "Yes, everything is arranged."
Ouyang Zhixin took a sip of tea, nodded, and put down his cup. "However, you still need to be very careful. I heard that the Red Devil Virus is very serious. In Mali, Africa, over four thousand people have died recently, and the death rate is still increasing, which indicates that the virus is very potent."
"Yes."
His mother, Xia Xiangyun, looked at Wan Yunting with concern. "You must take good protective measures and not get infected."
"Mom, what are you talking about?"
Ouyang Fanmeng shot her mother a glance. "My brother is so capable, he definitely won't get infected. I believe that when he goes, he will definitely be able to develop a medicine to treat and control the virus."
"Yes, yes, Mom wasn't careful with her words. I'll give myself a slap."
Xia Xiangyun slapped her own mouth and then asked Wan Yunting, "How long will you be gone?"
"It's hard to say..."
Wan Yunting saw Fang Yanxi finish feeding their youngest daughter and bring her out. He got up, took his daughter into his arms, and sat back down. "It could be as little as half a month, or as long as a month, or even longer."
"That long?" Xia Xiangyun couldn't help but worry more.
Ouyang Zhixin said, "They are going to research the virus, so it will naturally take time."
Ouyang Fanmeng smiled. "Then I wish you an early return, brother. I have a piano competition next month, and you must come back to watch."
Holding his youngest daughter, Wan Yunting smiled. "Okay, I'll definitely be back to watch your piano competition."
Seeing that it was getting late, Ouyang Zhixin stood up and said, "Alright, it's getting late. Everyone should get some rest."
Xia Xiangyun and Ouyang Fanmeng got up. Fang Yanxi and Wan Yunting also got up to see their parents and sister back to the adjacent courtyard. The two then returned to the living room. Seeing that his daughter had fallen asleep in his arms, Wan Yunting carried her into the room and placed her back in the crib.
Immediately, Fang Yanxi hugged Wan Yunting from behind. This made him pause. He turned around and hugged the woman's plump waist. Seeing Fang Yanxi's reluctant expression, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back in a month at most."
Fang Yanxi rested her head on his shoulder. Despite her worry and reluctance, she knew she couldn't stop Wan Yunting. She said softly, "As long as you come back alive, that's all that matters."
"Mmm..."
Wan Yunting hugged her tightly, stroking her back to comfort her.
The next morning, Wan Yunting woke up early as usual to meditate and practice. Ziqing woke up even earlier. They meditated and practiced on the roof until eight o'clock, ending only when the sun rose.
Then he began to stretch. Ziqing jumped down directly and returned to the pavilion in the courtyard. Lan Xin had already brought breakfast. She looked back at the roof and shouted, "Master Wan, I brought breakfast. Do you want to eat together?"
Hearing this, Wan Yunting also stopped and jumped down to the pavilion. He looked at Ziqing, who had a naturally dazed expression, already eating.
Lan Xin handed him a fried dough stick. Wan Yunting took it, thanked her, and sat down to eat. "I have something to tell you and your master. I'll be leaving the capital tomorrow. Do you want to continue staying at my place, or return to your Wudang Sect?"
This statement surprised Lan Xin, who was only sixteen or seventeen, her big eyes widening in curiosity. "Where are you going, Master Wan?"
Wan Yunting glanced at her and smiled. "I'm not telling you."
Lan Xin rolled her eyes and continued eating her fried dough stick. Ziqing's soft and pleasant voice said, "We'll return to Wudang Mountain."
"Okay, when do you want to go back? I'll book your tickets." Wan Yunting asked.
"In the afternoon, Master," Lan Xin said. Ziqing nodded.
Seeing this, Wan Yunting got up and said, "Then I'll book your afternoon tickets. I'm leaving now."
Ziqing did not look at him. Lan Xin turned to look at the departing Wan Yunting and then said to her master, "Master, we're going back like this. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by Grandmaster?"
Ziqing did not answer. After finishing her meal, she got up and went back to her room.
Seeing this, Lan Xin shook her head and continued eating on her own.
Wan Yunting returned and had breakfast with Fang Yanxi and his mother. The nanny brought his phone from the room. "Young Master, your phone is ringing."
"Give it to me."
Wan Yunting got up, took the phone handed by the nanny, and saw the caller ID was Huang Hongying. He immediately answered with a smile. "Dean Huang, have you had breakfast?"
"Not yet, I'm just about to eat."
Huang Hongying, who was at the hospital, got straight to the point. "It's like this, Dr. Wan. We have a team meeting at noon, and we need you to come over."
"At noon? What time?"
"The meeting is scheduled to start at eleven o'clock sharp."
Wan Yunting sat back down to have breakfast with Fang Yanxi and said, "Okay, I'll be there early and will contact you then."
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you."
After they finished their call, Fang Yanxi asked, "Are you going to a meeting?"
"Yes, Dean Huang said it's a team meeting. I'll probably just make an appearance." Wan Yunting smiled.
Xia Xiangyun asked, "What time do you leave tomorrow?"
Wan Yunting smiled. "I don't know yet. I guess they'll discuss these matters. Anyway, they'll arrange everything, so I don't need to worry."
Fang Yanxi and Xia Xiangyun nodded, chatting while eating breakfast.
Wan Yunting stayed at home until ten-thirty in the morning, then he left and drove directly to the Beijing Military General Hospital.
In Beijing's Dongcheng District, at No. 5, South Gate of Dongsi Shitiao, was the Beijing Military General Hospital. At this moment, in Huang Hongying's office, a young man in a white coat over a military uniform knocked on the office door. As Huang Hongying called out, "Come in."
The young man pushed the door open and said, "Dean Huang, everyone is here and waiting in the conference room."
Huang Hongying glanced at her watch. It was five minutes before eleven o'clock, but Wan Yunting had not yet arrived. She said, "Ask everyone to wait a moment."
Long Xingyu, the young man, raised an eyebrow. "Professor Lin and Professor Wu are all here. Is there anyone else missing?"
Huang Hongying was looking at the documents in her hand. "Wan Yunting hasn't arrived yet!"
"Wan Yunting?"
Long Xingyu's expression froze. He seemed to recall something and frowned. "Dean Huang, are you referring to the Chinese medicine doctor Wan Yunting who recently appeared in the news for curing the British Ambassador's heart disease?"
Huang Hongying nodded. Long Xingyu, who had just realized, said, "Dean Huang, are you inviting him to join our research team?"
"Yes." Huang Hongying nodded again.
This time, Long Xingyu frowned slightly, looking at Huang Hongying with some incomprehension. "Dean Huang, Wan Yunting is just a Chinese medicine doctor. He doesn't understand research. Why are you inviting him to join us on this mission to Africa?"
"Moreover, Wan Yunting is just an ordinary person. Of course, the Ouyang family has a position in the capital, but he is not a soldier. Is it appropriate to let him participate in our research group?"
These words finally made Huang Hongying look up and glance sideways at Long Xingyu, who was standing beside her with heroic eyebrows. She said directly, "It's because his Chinese medicine is so powerful!"
Long Xingyu was taken aback. He hadn't expected Huang Hongying to retort so forcefully, which made him feel uncomfortable.
"Xingyu, although Wan Yunting is not a soldier or a party member, his ability to cure Ambassador Will's heart disease is enough to prove how skilled he is in Chinese medicine."
Huang Hongying had already tidied up her documents. Seeing that it was already eleven o'clock, she stood up and walked out. Long Xingyu quickly followed.
Huang Hongying continued, "We received orders from our superiors to go to Africa to develop the Red Devil Virus. Many experts in infectious viruses from our country have been assembled, but none of them truly understand Chinese medicine."
"Therefore, I specifically invited Wan Yunting to join, and the superiors have also agreed. Do you have any further questions?"
Long Xingyu, who was walking beside her, shook his head slightly, but he still said, "The Red Devil Virus is very powerful. I'm afraid he, a Chinese medicine doctor, won't be able to help us much."
Suddenly, Huang Hongying stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at Long Xingyu with a stern gaze, saying, "That is not your concern!"
Long Xingyu's expression tightened, and he quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake. "I'm sorry, Dean Huang. I'm not opposing your opinion, I just don't think it's necessary."
Huang Hongying looked at him deeply before turning and continuing towards the conference room, leaving behind a sentence: "Remember, don't underestimate the Chinese medicine passed down by our ancestors!"
Long Xingyu, who was left standing there, looked stunned. He only came back to his senses after Huang Hongying had turned and entered another corridor. His arrogant gaze revealed a hint of disdain. He didn't expect Huang Hongying to react so strongly just because he had said a few words.
This made Long Xingyu very uncomfortable, and he began to feel displeased with Wan Yunting, whom he had not yet met.