Everyone looked at him with admiration, as people instinctively revere scholars and doctors.
In the crowd, a middle-aged man who had been silent cleared his throat and clapped his hands, saying, "Now that dad is going to get better, we must throw a banquet to celebrate your recovery."
The middle-aged man who spoke was Duan Feihan's older brother, Duan Xiuhao, and Duan Xingye's father.
Everyone nodded in agreement—so many in Haicheng were waiting for the old master of the Duan Family to die, eager to see a joke made of them, so throwing a celebration banquet for his recovery would infuriate that bunch.
The old master of the Duan Family had just thought he was about to be pricked to death by Liu Zhen, but now he felt much lighter and more comfortable. His mood improved along with his health, and he laughed, "Good, let's have a banquet."
