"Mr. Du, our boss has something to attend to, so he sent me to pick you up this time."
In the small courtyard, Sun Cheng, accompanied by a subordinate, stood respectfully before Du Fei.
"Then I'll have to trouble you."
After his Dantian recovered, Du Fei rested for two more days. He felt it was time to leave and called Shen Xiong.
He didn't pay much mind to Shen Xiong not coming in person.
After speaking, Du Fei was about to get his packed belongings when Sun Cheng and his subordinate, one step ahead, had already taken them into their hands.
Seeing this, Du Fei was momentarily stunned.
However, as the two turned to leave, Du Fei chuckled. He had no intention of snatching his things back.
"Xiao Du, are these two your friends?"
As they walked out of the courtyard and onto the small path, they encountered an acquaintance, Sister Zhang, the one Du Fei had helped with land earlier.
However, Sister Zhang found Sun Cheng and his subordinate unfamiliar and hesitated to approach.
"Yes, Sister Zhang," Du Fei called out, then added, "They've come to pick me up to return to the city."
"Oh."
Hearing Du Fei say he was returning to the city, Sister Zhang seemed surprised.
"Well, will you be coming back in the future?"
When Du Fei said he probably wouldn't be back, Sister Zhang showed a hint of disappointment.
It was unclear if the disappointment was from Du Fei's departure or from the loss of a helper.
After walking for a few more minutes, they reached the main road, where the car Sun Cheng and his men had driven was parked.
"Mr. Du, please."
Sun Cheng opened the car door proactively.
After Du Fei got in, he opened the passenger door and sat down.
Although Sun Cheng, like Zhao Tao, didn't know Du Fei's background or identity that made Shen Xiong value him so much, since Shen Xiong himself was so respectful to Du Fei, as a subordinate, Sun Cheng naturally followed suit.
The car drove for an hour and stopped at the entrance of Jianghua Street.
"Please thank Shen Xiong for me for what happened these past two days," Du Fei said, waving off Sun Cheng, who was also about to get out, signaling him not to. "Consider this a favor I owe him. If he needs help sometime, he can come find me."
"Thank you, Mr. Du. I will relay your message to our boss."
Sun Cheng nodded.
Du Fei turned and walked into Jianghua Street.
Along the way, most people they met proactively greeted Du Fei. These were all people who had visited the TCM clinic.
To put it exaggeratedly, Du Fei's influence on Jianghua Street was perhaps much greater than that of the neighborhood director.
Before long, Du Fei arrived at the TCM clinic.
He didn't go in immediately. Instead, he stood at the entrance, gazing at the clinic's signboard for a good few minutes.
"Du, Du Fei, you're back?"
Just as Du Fei withdrew his gaze and was about to walk inside, Xu Wenshan happened to walk out. Seeing Du Fei, she was surprised.
Du Fei smiled and nodded, "En, I'm back. Are you heading out?"
Du Fei noticed Xu Wenshan with her bag and changed out of her clinic attire into casual clothes, so he asked.
"There's not much going on at the clinic today. My mother called me about something, so I'm heading back."
"En, alright. Be careful on your way,"
Du Fei waved goodbye to Xu Wenshan and then walked into the TCM clinic.
As soon as he entered, he saw Wang Zhongling looking at her phone.
She only reacted when Du Fei approached.
"You finally returned! Starting tomorrow, I'm taking a week off!"
Wang Zhongling looked up, saw Du Fei, and immediately exclaimed.
Du Fei nodded, "Actually, I've returned because there's something I need to tell you. As for the holiday, you can take as long as you want."
Hearing Du Fei's words, Wang Zhongling suddenly had a bad premonition.
As expected, Du Fei's next words shocked her.
"What!"
"You're saying you're closing the TCM clinic? Have you lost your mind?"
Du Fei actually told her he was going to close the TCM clinic. Wang Zhongling immediately pointed at him and questioned loudly.
As if anticipating Wang Zhongling's strong reaction, Du Fei held up his hand, signaling to her, "Miss Wang, please don't get agitated. Can you let me finish speaking first?"
Wang Zhongling snorted coldly, then crossed her arms and turned her head away.
However, Du Fei had already considered everything before coming, so despite Wang Zhongling's poor attitude, he poured out all his thoughts.
"Due to my personal circumstances, I will likely be very busy in the future and won't be able to come to the clinic often. If this continues, leaving the clinic solely to you is not a solution. Moreover, even if I were always here, busy from morning till night, we could only treat patients in Jianghua Street. But beyond Jianghua Street, there are countless people in China who need treatment."
"Therefore, I plan to find a partner, take out some of my medicinal recipes, have them made into traditional Chinese medicine, and then sell them at the lowest possible price. I believe this way, more people can benefit."
During his recovery period, Du Fei had pondered many things he hadn't considered before.
For instance, opening the TCM clinic was initially to fulfill his ancestors' legacy and to temper his heart in the mortal world.
But later, Du Fei increasingly felt that one person's strength was limited.
Even if he worked tirelessly day and night, he could only treat a few dozen patients at most.
If anything were to happen, Du Fei would be unable to attend to the clinic.
So he began to think if there was a way to solve this.
After much thought, Du Fei finally came up with a method: to turn all the medicinal recipes in his mind into traditional Chinese medicine and sell them to needy patients at a relatively low price.
This idea came about because Du Fei had previously given the beauty formula to Gong Chengbing and Liu Shishi.
Compared to the beauty formula, the countless traditional Chinese medicine recipes in Du Fei's mind could help many more people.
This way, Du Fei's medicinal recipes would be put to good use, and he would also have more time to do other things he wanted to do.
As Wang Zhongling listened, her expression gradually softened, because in her heart, she admitted that Du Fei's idea made sense.
However, she found it difficult to back down immediately, so Wang Zhongling said in a slightly stiff tone, "I admit your idea is quite good, but as the saying goes, 'ideals are plump, but reality is bony.' Can you guarantee that once your recipes are made into traditional Chinese medicine, they won't be sold at exorbitant prices? Can you guarantee that those medicines will be sold to genuinely needy patients?"
Du Fei smiled faintly, "Indeed, I cannot completely guarantee that I can achieve what you've said. But I know that if I don't try, I will never know the result. And since I've proposed this idea, I will strive to make it work. You can rest assured about this."
Seeing that Du Fei had made thorough plans, Wang Zhongling had nothing more to say in the end.