"The old man is awake..."
At eight o'clock in the morning, Wan Yunting had already woken Wan'er, carefully helped her wash up and put on a beautiful princess dress, planning to take her to see her mother at noon.
"Yes."
Ma Jianguo, who was sitting in the living room on the first floor, turned to look at Wan Yunting, who was pulling Wan'er along, and said with a smile, "When people get old, they sleep less."
"Old man, look at what you're saying. With your physique, living to a hundred is an easy thing." Seeing his second sister-in-law coming out of the kitchen, Wan Yunting let go of Wan'er's hand and let her go over.
Ma Jianguo laughed heartily, "Haha, I hope it's as you say, I can live to a hundred."
Wan Yunting went into the kitchen to greet his aunt Huang Xiue. Seeing that his second brother had also woken up, he called Ma Jianguo and the other two to move to the tea pavilion in the front yard for tea and chat.
His second brother, sitting next to old Mr. Ma, was still a little reserved. Ma Jianguo took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him, which eased Wan Dongming's awkwardness. Gradually, he felt that old Mr. Ma was like an old man taking a stroll on the street, but he still had an invisible aura that made people feel pressured.
By the time breakfast was ready, it was already past nine o'clock.
Since he had to take Wan'er to the prison to see his elder sister with his second brother and second sister-in-law, Wan Yunting asked Lu Xiaodie and Li Shuyun to stay at home. If they wanted to go out, there were cars in the garage. He drove the Maybach to personally send the elderly Mr. and Mrs. Ma back, and then headed straight to Huadu City Prison with his second brother.
The entire noon was spent in prison. Seeing that his elder sister's complexion had improved a lot, Wan Yunting and Wan Dongming were relieved. At the same time, he thought that he had to strive for a chance to reduce his elder sister's sentence.
Wan Yunting also visited Hou Bing and told him that he had taken Wan'er to see his father. Hou Bing was very excited upon hearing this and smiled, "Yunting, thank you."
Wan Yunting waved his hand and smiled, "Brother Bing, behave well in there and strive for a reduced sentence to get out sooner. We will take good care of Wan'er."
Hou Bing's eyes reddened, and he nodded with a smile.
After leaving Huadu Prison, his second brother took his second sister-in-law and Wan'er back before heading to the company. Wan Yunting went directly to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department of Southern Hospital. He found a group of people blocking the entrance to the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, which made him raise an eyebrow. He thought to himself that he had already said that prescriptions would be written with ballpoint pens from now on, so why were these people still coming.
"It's Dr. Wan, Dr. Wan is here..."
Someone at the entrance turned around and saw Wan Yunting, immediately becoming excited and swarming towards him.
Sister Yan and Xiao Fang, who had been blocking these people at the main entrance, breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Wan Yunting in the distance, they couldn't help but roll their eyes, as if blaming him for the trouble.
"Wan Shuxian, I am Zhou Pingyang from Tianyu Group."
A middle-aged man in a designer suit approached with a beautiful young secretary and said to Wan Yunting with a smile, "I greatly admire your calligraphy, so I came here specifically to ask for a piece of your work. Of course, I will offer a price according to the current market price. How about sixty million?"
"Holy crap, sixty million..."
The surrounding crowd was stunned when they heard that Zhou Pingyang was offering sixty million for a piece of calligraphy from Wan Yunting. This was because these people were all ruffians who pretended to be sick to trick Wan Yunting into writing prescriptions for them.
Unexpectedly, a tycoon like Zhou Pingyang, the boss of Tianyu Group, emerged from them. This made it difficult for these people to pretend to be sick.
"Oh, only sixty million!"
At this moment, another middle-aged man entered from outside. He was wearing a black Tang suit, a golden nanmu wood bracelet, and was twirling two "lion's head" walnuts in his hand. His face was covered with many pockmarks, but his overall demeanor gave people the impression of a nouveau riche.
He strode over, glanced dismissively at Zhou Pingyang, then cupped his hands towards Wan Yunting and said with a smile, "Wan Shuxian, I am Zhang Xingsheng. I am very fond of cultural relics and art, and I have a good understanding of calligraphy. I am here today to ask for a piece of your work. I offer eighty million, and I hope Wan Shuxian can pick up his brush!"
"Oh my God, seventy million..."
When the surrounding crowd heard that this person, who called himself Zhang Xingsheng, offered seventy million for a piece of calligraphy from Wan Yunting, they were completely dumbfounded.
"I say, Zhang the pockmarked, are you deliberately trying to drive up the price against me?"
Zhou Pingyang and Zhang Xingsheng knew each other, and their relationship was like encountering an enemy on a narrow road. They were both hidden tycoons in the cultural relics circle of Huadu City, so they didn't care about money. What they wanted was face.
"Hey, what are you talking about? Isn't Mr. Wan's calligraphy worth seventy million? If you don't have money, don't come," Zhang Xingsheng said with a contemptuous glance and a cold laugh.
Zhou Pingyang was immediately enraged and turned to Wan Yunting, saying, "Wan Shuxian, I offer eighty million. Please bestow your calligraphy upon me."
"Tsk."
Zhang Xingsheng tilted his head back and sneered disdainfully, then cupped his hands towards Wan Yunting and said with a smile, "Wan Shuxian, I offer one hundred million. I hope you will grant my wish."
"Holy crap, one hundred million...!"
The surrounding people were completely stunned by the offers from the tycoons Zhang Xingsheng and Zhou Pingyang. Even Wan Yunting was filled with helplessness and depression. He waved his hand and said, "Gentlemen, I'm really sorry. This is a hospital, not a calligraphy and painting market. And I haven't had any inspiration lately, so I can't write any good calligraphy works. I can only apologize."
"Of course, I am still very grateful that you think highly of my calligraphy. I hope that if I have the opportunity next time and have inspiration to create a work, I will definitely remember you two!"
The words were polite, but Zhang Xingsheng and Zhou Pingyang understood that Wan Yunting had refused, making them sigh with helplessness. They said, "Alright, here are my business cards. If you have any works, Wan Shuxian, please call me first."
"This is mine..."
Zhou Pingyang, not to be outdone, quickly had his secretary take out his business card and offered it to Wan Yunting with both hands. He also smiled and accepted the business cards from the two men, nodding with a smile, "Certainly."
"Then we'll be waiting."
Zhang Xingsheng and Zhou Pingyang smiled, and then Wan Yunting ignored the surrounding people and walked directly into the Traditional Chinese Medicine department.
Although refused, Zhang Xingsheng and Zhou Pingyang did not think Wan Yunting was arrogant or aloof. After all, he had a very good relationship with the richest man Kang Hongwen and Master Fu. It was even rumored that the true chairman behind Chaoting Group was Wan Yunting.
Therefore, for people of Zhang Xingsheng and Zhou Pingyang's caliber, they naturally dared not confront such a person.
Wan Yunting entered the hall of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department and saw Sister Yan at the front desk with a grim expression, cracking melon seeds and pretending not to see him. Xiao Fang, who was standing beside her, was also looking down, not knowing if she was playing with her phone or looking at something. This made Wan Yunting's expression pause, and he immediately understood why they were like this. He smiled helplessly and didn't bother with them, going straight to the second floor.
"Hey..."
Seeing Wan Yunting go upstairs directly, Sister Yan's eyes widened in anger, and she stamped her foot, huffing, "This guy really doesn't care about colleague relationships."
Xiao Fang sighed beside her and said, "Forget it, Sister Yan. What kind of identity does Dr. Wan have? We shouldn't try to get close to him."
"Oh, Xiao Fang, now his prescription is worth millions. If we could get one of his prescriptions, we could buy a house in Huadu City, you know."
Sister Yan glared at Xiao Fang with disappointment and pulled her, saying, "Didn't you say that when you have money, you'll bring your parents to live in Huadu City, and your sister is going to college? Don't you want to fight for them?"
But Zhang Xiaofang frowned and still shook her head, saying, "Sister Yan, we are just colleagues with Dr. Wan. We don't even have a chance to eat with him. It's nothing that he doesn't write prescriptions for us. Besides, Dean Jiang said that we dare not pester Dr. Wan anymore."
"You ah you..."
Sister Yan tapped Zhang Xiaofang's forehead with disappointment and said angrily, "If you don't go, I will."
"It's not Sister Yan, you're not going to pretend to be sick like them to see Dr. Wan, are you..."
"Hmph, I won't pretend, I'll just get sick."
Sister Yan cracked melon seeds, spat out the shells, gave Xiao Fang a sideways glance, and with a smug smile, went directly to the pharmacy!
Jiang Yichun was not there today, only Li Chengde was on duty. Unfortunately, Dai Qiuyue had returned to Shanghai City, and the three young physicians like Zhang Guilin could not sit in for consultations, so Director Li had to serve as the chief physician.
And the people outside were almost all pretending to be sick to trick Wan Yunting into writing prescriptions. Those who were truly coming to see a doctor at the Traditional Chinese Medicine department were all elderly people. At their age, they did not use Douyin or the internet, so they naturally did not know that Wan Yunting's prescriptions were worth millions.
As a result, the ruffians who were trying to get prescriptions even brought some elderly people to see the doctor. One of them was recognized by Wan Yunting. He felt helpless, but in the end, he changed to using a ballpoint pen to write the prescription. This made the young ruffian dumbfounded and said, "Doctor, didn't you use a brush to write prescriptions?"
Wan Yunting looked up at him and said, "What does it matter what pen I use to write prescriptions, as long as the prescription is clearly written. Here, take it to the pharmacy to get your medicine."
The young ruffian took the prescription written with a ballpoint pen and left with a look of wanting to cry but having no tears, which made Wan Yunting shake his head with a smile. He really couldn't do anything about these people.
Remembering something, Wan Yunting picked up his phone, opened the video, and started recording. He mainly talked about selling his handwritten prescriptions on various platforms in the past two days. Wan Yunting had no opinion on this, but he mainly emphasized that he would use ballpoint pens for prescriptions from now on and also advised those who were speculating on his calligraphy not to pursue his handwriting too much.
During this time, Wan Yunting was neither humble nor arrogant, humbly and low-key advising everyone, and also stating that he would not get involved in the art world.
As soon as this video was uploaded to Douyin, it instantly became a trending video. After watching it, countless people felt that Wan Yunting's attitude was sincere and his values were correct, and he gained a lot of likes and support.