"Right, how is the company establishment coming along?" Wan Yunting asked, seated on a patio chair, chatting with Fang Yanxi over tea.
"Mhm, the factory has been set up, and the equipment is being procured. Concurrently, the company headquarters is also being established, and the medicinal herbs are being purchased. It should take about ten more days for the factory to be ready for initial production trials," Fang Yanxi replied.
Wan Yunting nodded and smiled, "You've worked hard during this time. I haven't been able to help much."
Fang Yanxi shook her head slightly and smiled gently, "My role was mainly in setting up the company and dealing with sales channels. In the future, production technology and other issues will require your supervision."
"No problem with that. I'll be there to supervise when the factory begins production trials," Wan Yunting chuckled.
Fang Yanxi nodded, then paused for a moment before looking up at him and asking, "About your girlfriend..."
Wan Yunting, mid-sip of tea, paused. Feeling her gaze, he put down his cup and said with a smile, "Regarding Ke'er, I'll go to Shen City to resolve it when I have the time."
Fang Yanxi nodded and finally said, "Then I'll wait for you!"
Wan Yunting turned to see her looking down, and a silence fell between them. They both understood...
After a while, seeing that it was getting late, Wan Yunting stood up and said with a smile, "Alright, I'll call a designated driver for you."
"Okay."
Fang Yanxi also stood up and went in with him to say goodbye to her second brother and his wife. Wan Yunting then called for the driver and watched Fang Yanxi leave...
Standing at the doorway, Wan Yunting lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke with a helpless sigh.
Regarding Ke'er's situation, he was currently unsure how to make a decision.
Because Ke'er hadn't married Gao Zhe without reason, Wan Yunting found it difficult. He also understood that Fang Yanxi was waiting for him to make a decision...
"Sigh..."
After finishing the cigarette, Wan Yunting decided to put the matter aside for now...
The next morning, Wan Yunting woke up early and practiced a set of Five Elements Palm in the courtyard. His injuries had completely healed, his internal energy had returned to its peak, and he felt a surge of strength and a sense of exhilaration.
The burden of his parents had been weighing on him. Now that Gao Zhe was dead, his parents' affairs were concluded, which lifted a weight from Wan Yunting, naturally improving his overall state.
"Let's go, Wan'er, I'll take you to see Mommy."
After breakfast, Wan Yunting carried Wan'er out. The little girl was also very happy to see her mother.
The family drove straight to Huadu Prison. Wan Yunting had contacted Ma Zhendong in advance to enter through the back gate and arrange for his elder sister, Wan Manyu, to meet with Wan'er.
Wan Manyu was very happy to learn that her third brother had gone through events in Southeast Asia and had avenged their parents, feeling that justice had been served for them.
Wan Yunting asked his second brother and the others to accompany his elder sister while he went to find Ma Zhendong and asked, "How is Master?"
Ma Zhendong, who was leading him towards the prisoner holding area, sighed and shook his head, "He probably won't last much longer."
Wan Yunting's steps faltered, his expression changed, and he quickened his pace.
Ma Zhendong led him to Cell Number Zero. Inside, on the iron bed, lay the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor. He was now emaciated, his hair a disheveled mess of white. His eyes and cheeks were sunken, his jawbone protruding. His breath was weak, fluctuating like a floundering fish, indicating his impending end.
"Master..."
Seeing this scene, Wan Yunting's eyes widened. He rushed in and knelt directly on both knees by the iron bed. Looking at his Master's state, he felt a pang of heartache and sorrow, softly calling out, "Master, I'm back..."
Gradually, the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor opened his eyes. Wan Yunting eagerly took his withered hand, "Master, you see, I'm here..."
The Ghost Hand Divine Doctor looked at him with dim eyes, his lips parted as he uttered in a weak voice, "This time, I... I am truly leaving..."
"Master..."
Wan Yunting was overcome with emotion, tears welling in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Master, please don't worry. I will fulfill the matters you entrusted to me. I will avenge you..."
"Sigh..."
The Ghost Hand Divine Doctor let out a heavy sigh. A tear trickled from the corner of his wrinkled eye. "Master, in my life... I was once glorious... revered by the world... I never imagined that in my twilight years... I would end up so miserably..."
"Fortunately... in my later years, I was able to take you as a disciple... it wasn't in vain that I poured all my lifelong efforts into teaching you... Little Wan... never forget the duty of a physician... to heal the sick and save the common people..."
After uttering his last sentence, the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor's mouth remained agape. His old eyes stared, his pupils gradually dimming, and his final, weak breath ceased...
"Master..."
His Master's unfulfilled wish at death caused Wan Yunting to cry out in pain, kneeling before the elderly man and weeping bitterly...
Ma Zhendong, standing at the cell door, also shed tears. The prison guards nearby, and even the inmates in the surrounding cells, could feel that a legendary figure of Huadu Prison had fallen at this moment. Everyone fell silent in solemn mourning...
Over forty years ago, on a certain night, a blood-stained old man had appeared at the prison gates. He was taken in by the then-prison warden and resided in Cell Number Zero.
He was a legend within the prison, having treated countless inmates. He was also the legendary old man spoken of by every prisoner incarcerated in Huadu Prison...
Yet, this legendary figure had now left this world. He died unable to clear his name and departed with regret, his eyes unclosed in death...
"Master, please rest assured. I will seek justice for you. May you rest in peace..."
After weeping, Wan Yunting wiped away his tears. His eyes were wide and resolute as he looked at his Master's body on the bed, gritting his teeth and promising.
If he hadn't met his Master seven years ago, he wouldn't be where he was today. His lifelong regret, he would now fulfill for the elder...
Wan Dongming, Wang Chulin, and Elder Sister Wan Manyu were saddened and mourned upon hearing the news of their third brother's Master's passing...
The next day, at the parents' mausoleum, right beside their graves, Wan Yunting erected a tombstone for his Master, the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor. The inscription read 'Tomb of Gongsun Xiuliang'!
This was the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor's real name, known only to Wan Yunting. To the left of the large characters, Wan Yunting's name was inscribed.
"Master, for so many years in prison, I've always wanted to drink with you."
Wan Yunting knelt before the tombstone and poured wine from a flask into three cups. His eyes were red, his heart filled with grief and sadness. "I will guard your grave for three days and three nights, drinking with you, old man..."
"Oh, right, my parents are right next to you."
Wan Yunting turned to look at his parents' graves to his left and smiled. "I took the liberty of burying you next to them without asking. I don't know if my parents will agree, so Master, when you go down there, please speak to my parents well. Tell them you are my Master, that my current abilities are all thanks to your teachings. If my parents knew this, they might not blame me..."
Wan Dongming, Wang Chulin, Ma Zhendong, and several other prison leaders standing nearby watched Wan Yunting speaking to himself as he knelt before the tombstone, which caused them great pain. They quietly stayed with him...