Generous Han Bingxue . . .
"My name is Han," Han Bingxue replied, withholding his full name. He opted to share only his family name and then skillfully transitioned to a different topic. "I felt a sense of familiarity with Brother Cha when I first met him. Some people remain distant, even after a lifetime, while others become fast friends within moments. We became close friends at first sight. It felt as though three days had passed when we couldn't see each other for just one day. When I learned he was coming here, I had some free time, so I decided to accompany him. As for protection and other matters, these are all part of the responsibilities of a friend, hardly worth mentioning. Haha..."
This eloquent speech from Han Bingxue surprised Cha Eun Xiao. He hadn't expected Han Bingxue to act so decently when he was inclined to do so.
The words flowed smoothly from Han Bingxue's mouth.
"Please, come inside," Cha Nantian warmly invited him.
In any case, Han Bingxue had protected his son, and that alone made him a worthy companion.
The four of them headed to Gramp Cha's residence together.
The news of Cha Nantian's son's return spread throughout the entire Cha Clan like wildfire.
"What? Cha Nantian's son has returned?" Chief Cha Shuxin raised his eyebrows upon hearing the news.
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Confirmed."
"Hmm. You can go now."
"Understood."
Watching the departing guard, Cha Shuxin stroked his beard, his eyes filled with cold and calculating thoughts. After a while, he called for his guards.
Meanwhile, in Gramp Cha'sbackyard, joy and laughter filled the air.
The elderly lady had been suffering from illness for many years, and her condition had only improved when Cha Nantian returned. Seeing her grandson, she was overjoyed, and most of her ailments seemed to vanish.
As they sat around the table to eat, she kept holding Cha Eun Xiao's hand, reluctant to let go. Her eyes remained fixed on her grandson's face, as if she couldn't get enough of looking at him. Her eyes were brimming with love and contentment.
Cha Eun Xiao initially enjoyed the attention. After all, he had longed for such affection for two lifetimes. However, he found it hard to endure for an extended period and subtly signaled Han Bingxue with a blink.
Han Bingxue immediately understood and raised his glass, casually saying, "Well, it seems that the elderly lady is unwell. May I hold your wrist to examine her?"
"Oh? Brother Han, are you skilled in traditional medicine?" Cha Nantian was surprised. "My mother has been suffering from an old ailment. I appreciate your willingness to diagnose her."
Though that's what he said, Cha Nantian didn't hold out much hope. His mother's illness had persisted for many years, and it wasn't a simple condition to cure. Illness often struck like an avalanche and receded like a retreating tide. Elderly people were physically frail, and recovery was typically slow. This was why, even though he possessed numerous supreme dan beads, he had been hesitant to use them on the elderly lady.
Since Han Bingxue had politely offered his help, Cha Nantian felt it would be impolite to refuse.
After pretending to examine her wrist for a few seconds, Han Bingxue confidently reported, "It's nothing serious. I happen to have a few dan beads passed down from our ancestors. Just take some, and you'll be fine."
Cha Eun Xiao couldn't help but smirk.
[Unbelievable! This guy is clearly a charlatan. He pretends to be a doctor and is full of inconsistencies!]
[Diagnosing a patient involves a thorough process, but he merely held her wrist for a few seconds and then confidently prescribed dan beads. Really? At the very least, he should feign deep contemplation for a few minutes and ask some questions before offering her dan beads!]
[And he claims these dan beads are heirlooms from his ancestors? How absurd!]
[Does he think he's a quack doctor peddling family remedies for profit?]
[Why not make it even more theatrical? Why not proclaim that his dan beads can cure all illnesses?]
Cha Nantian and Cha Shuqing were both growing increasingly irritated by Han Bingxue's casual attitude. [This guy is deceptive. It's a favor to us if you can cure her, and it's understandable if you can't. How can you mislead us like this... It's unacceptable...]
However, Han Bingxue turned his right hand, and a bottle of dan beads materialized in his palm. He opened the bottle, and a gentle glow filled the air with a pleasant fragrance. "Here are ten dan beads to improve her physical condition. Take one bead a day... It will cure all of the old lady's ailments and even make her look younger. My family's dan beads are..."
"Ahem..." Cha Eun Xiao cleared his throat.
[Rascal! Do you believe you're a quack doctor again? How dare you claim it cures all ailments? How can you say it will make her look younger? I've never heard of Pei-Yuan Dan making people look younger... Listening to you, you're undoubtedly a con artist.]
Nevertheless, both Cha Shuqing and Cha Nantian were astounded by the dan beads!
Gramp Cha, being less experienced, didn't recognize them as supreme dan beads, but he knew they were at least dan beads with dan glow.
In his eyes, these dan beads might be the key to curing his wife.
"Thank you very much... but how can we accept such valuable items... They are part of your family's heritage... It wouldn't be right..." Gramp Cha protested politely, all the while keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the bottle, as if he feared Han Bingxue might take it back.
"It's just a small gesture. Nothing to fuss over," Han Bingxue replied, increasingly polite. "Moreover, this is my first visit to your home. It's only fitting that I bring some gifts. These dan beads are of little consequence. Please accept them... Heh, heh. Don't dwell on it."
With that, he reached into his attire with one hand again. "Oh, I almost forgot. Here are some Beautifying Dan beads... I believe they could be helpful for the old lady... Oh, and the Prolongation Dan... for both of you... And the Bone Ablutionary Dan as well..."
To the amazement of those watching, Han Bingxue continued to produce bottles of dan beads one after another, as if he was concerned about not playing his role well enough.