As more than a dozen needles fell consecutively under Zhang Zhili's hand, each one landing with precision, they formed a pattern resembling the Nine Palaces. The skepticism on He Songmang's face had completely transformed into admiration, murmuring to himself, "Truly, a master of acupuncture at such a level!" Hearing these words, Zhang Zhili couldn't help but smile inwardly, knowing that his acupuncture skill had reached a remarkable level.
The others were all stunned by He Songmang's words, expressing their awe at Zhang Zhili's medical prowess. Even Shen Hong, who had been anxious earlier, couldn't help but marvel, his expression becoming complex.
As Zhang Zhili concluded the acupuncture session, Liu Shishou exclaimed, "Indeed, the heaviness in my head is gone now!" Grateful, he looked at Zhang Zhili, filled with appreciation. Upon returning home and complementing with herbal medicine, this ailment would not recur!
Even Liu Shishou, with his shrewdness, couldn't help but express his gratitude profusely. As Zhang Zhili set down his acupuncture needles, those who had been identified as having ailments eagerly approached him, seeking his assistance. Zhang Zhili, magnanimous as ever, didn't refuse, providing treatment plans based on each individual's condition.
With each proposed plan, He Songmang nodded in agreement. "Not only has the art of acupuncture reached a sublime level, but the prescription of medicine is also flexible and precise! I was initially foolish to judge by appearances!" He Songmang sighed, bowing to Zhang Zhili in respect. Zhang Zhili chuckled, "Old Sir, no need for such formalities. Your medical skills are superb, and your character is impeccable. You are a doctor worthy of respect. I will definitely come to seek your guidance in the future."
The others pulled Zhang Zhili along, toasting and establishing friendships, expressing their gratitude profusely. Shen Hong, the one who introduced Zhang Zhili, became even more popular. After all, when even a renowned acupuncture master extols a doctor, befriending them is akin to gaining an extra lease on life.
After a few rounds of drinks, Zhang Zhili made his excuses to leave. "I have stored several cases of old Maotai here. Take one to enjoy!" Shen Hong, with his wealth, generously offered to Zhang Zhili. "Well, I can't match that. This fellow here is the one with the mines!" Zhang Zhili pointed at Liu Shishou, smiling. The others also expressed their desire to gift Zhang Zhili, creating a lively atmosphere.
Liu Shishou promptly arranged for the hotel's assistant manager to personally help Zhang Zhili with the wine. At this moment, at the other end of the hotel, Zhang Hong was escorting guests with his mother, He Shuya.
"Why haven't I seen my dad?" Zhang Hong asked somewhat puzzled. He Shuya saw off a guest and smiled, "Haven't you seen Zhang Zhili either? Who knows, this kid might be pleading with your dad for help somewhere."
Zhang Hong sneered, "True, I don't understand what this kid is thinking. A waste like him trying to act like a big shot."
"Just now when Chen Huanrui left, I saw him looking very unhappy. He's quite petty." He Shuya laughed even more happily, "That's good then, your dad can earn a bit more. I don't know what's gotten into Tang Dapeng, treating a useless son-in-law like a treasure, spending money without hesitation!"
Zhang Hong chuckled, "Yeah, people are different. Fortunately, I'm not Tang Yanran. Otherwise, marrying someone like that, it's better to die."
Tang Yanran came out of the bathroom and just happened to hear the conversation between her aunt and cousin, feeling so angry that she trembled. But she knew that she had asked her uncle for help earlier, and her sister was already upset today because of Zhang Zhili's interference, so if she rushed over now, it would only lead to an argument, which was not her style. So she pretended not to hear, lowered her head, and walked past.
At the same time, Zhang Zhili was passing by the banquet hall with the assistant manager of the hotel. Zhang Zhili waved to Tang Yanran, "Yanran, let's go, let's go home!"
Tang Yanran's face turned pale, and she didn't want to talk to Zhang Zhili. Zhang Hong and He Shuya saw Zhang Zhili holding something in his hand, followed by someone carrying a box of wine, and walked up unhappily. He Shuya stared at Zhang Zhili and asked, "Zhang Zhili, what are you doing? Where did these things come from?"
Zhang Zhili frowned and said, "Is it any of your business?" He Shuya rolled her eyes and said, "Of course it's our business. Today's banquet was paid for by our family. You casually gave away some junk, and now you're eating and taking away some more. Isn't it too much?"
Zhang Hong reacted and his face darkened, "Zhang Zhili, you are really something, doing such a thing." He looked at the assistant manager who was holding something, "Moutai, Da Hong Pao? You took these from the table? If you wanted to take away some leftovers, I wouldn't have any objections. But to take away such valuable things, it's unacceptable, isn't it?"
Zhang Zhili swept his gaze coldly over the two, "Who said you have to pay for it? Are you so imaginative?" Zhang Hong was annoyed, "It's not that we have to pay for it, or you pay for it yourself. Or will Tang Yanran pay for this whole box of Moutai?
Not far away, some relatives who hadn't left yet came over and pointed and talked. "Poor Tang Dapeng, how could he have such a son-in-law? Isn't taking it without permission just stealing?"
"Yeah, Yanran, your husband is too much."
Following the assistant manager who was with Zhang Zhili, he thought that Zhang Hong knew Zhang Zhili, so he didn't interrupt. But now that he realized that everyone was not friends but enemies, and thinking that Zhang Zhili was a respected figure in the city, he couldn't help but speak up.
"I said, can you make way for us, please?"
"Who told you to pay for it? We don't even have this kind of wine in our hotel!"
"This is a 20-year-old Maotai, and it was given to Mr. Zhang by the distinguished guests on the second floor."
"What!
The scene fell silent, and everyone was confused.
The assistant manager, now politely addressing Zhang Zhili, "Mr. Zhang, please allow me to escort you to your car."
Zhang Zhili, ignoring the group of dumbfounded people, nodded, "Thank you for your hard work."
As he said this, he directly took the dumbfounded Tang Yanran away.
A group of miscellaneous relatives followed suit, subconsciously walking out together.
Seeing Zhang Zhili getting into the brand-new Rolls-Royce, each and every one of them felt like plucking their eyes out to confirm whether they were hallucinating!
On the way home, Tang Yanran couldn't hold back anymore and asked, "What's the deal with the Maotai and Da Hong Pao?"
"Oh, they were gifts from others! One was from Liu Shishou and the other from Director Shen. I told them I didn't want them, but they insisted on giving them, and I couldn't stop them!" Zhang Zhili shrugged, expressing his helplessness. Plus, there was also the gift from that cunning fellow, so there were already many cases of Maotai at home, more than enough to drink.
Tang Yanran's mouth twitched. Why didn't he say it was like a gift from the heavens?
"Are you deliberately buying a case of wine and asking hotel staff to help put on a show?" Tang Yanran thought for a moment, coming up with this reasonable explanation. After all, she had been so upset today that she couldn't stand it, let alone Zhang Zhili. But such behavior was really childish.
"Let's forget about it. Don't mention it anymore! Let's avoid trouble in the future and stay away from my uncle's family!" Seeing Zhang Zhili's displeased expression, Tang Yanran waved her hand, cutting off the topic. She directly blocked Zhang Zhili's explanation!
Zhang Zhili shook his head. It was like a journey of ten thousand miles, with neither of them truly understanding each other. Thinking about it, he, an ordinary university dropout who had suffered from mental illness for three years, had suddenly regained his extraordinary abilities. Now, he was rubbing shoulders with the powerful and influential, a story that was hard for others to believe. Thinking about this, Zhang Zhili felt relieved.
The two walked home in silence, and upon opening the door, they saw Tang Yanran's uncle, Zhang Haimin, inside. Zhang Zhili chuckled and asked, "Is my uncle here to ask my father-in-law for another two million? To open a quarry? Or to do business with Huang Wuye?" Zhang Zhili looked at Zhang Haimin coldly, feeling disgusted by this greedy and despicable uncle.