The two settled into the VIP area, where a foreigner nearby was playing a violin, rendering a melodious tune.
"What would you like to eat?" Jiang Wei asked without looking at the menu.
"Anything is fine."
Fang Yu noticed the disdainful look from the lobby manager and responded with a slight smile and a snap of his fingers—
The lobby manager, catching the cue, walked over respectfully.
"I'll have a bottle of '82 Lafite."
The lobby manager paused, surprised. Does this bumpkin know about wine?
But he still nodded, "Yes, sir."
Just as the lobby manager was about to turn away and arrange that, Fang Yu said, "Wait a minute."
"Sir, is there anything else you need?"
Fang Yu's gaze swept over the face of the lobby manager for a few seconds, sizing him up.
"Have you been unable to sleep every night for the past three months?"
The manager started, taken aback.
Fang Yu continued, "And you feel fatigue, dizziness, and excessive sweating, right?"
The manager exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know?!"
For the past few months, he'd been feeling off, plagued with either insomnia or fatigue and dizziness, initially thinking it was due to exhaustion. Fang Yu's comment seemed eerily accurate.
"This condition, mild symptoms include headaches, insomnia, and memory decline... severe cases..." Fang Yu paused, "can lead to palpitations, chest tightness, and if not careful, could be fatal!"
The words 'could be fatal' alarmed the manager.
He looked at Fang Yu incredulously, this unremarkable youth.
As the manager was about to retort—
Fang Yu said indifferently, "If you think I'm exaggerating... press your Bai Hui acupoint with your finger and see if it hurts."
Initially skeptical, the manager did as instructed and pressed on the Bai Hui acupoint.
To his surprise, there was a slight pain, leaving him astonished.
Sitting opposite, Jiang Wei spoke, "This gentleman is a Divine Doctor from Hua University Hospital, known for his exemplary medical skill."
Now, the manager had to believe, as even Jiang, the head of Qingcheng International, affirmed it.
The manager immediately pleaded earnestly, "Doctor... I was blind to your talent... What exactly is my condition? Can you treat it?"
Fang Yu looked at him, silent.
"Doctor, please!" The manager couldn't care less about his dignity, begging.
"Everything has its terms."
"I understand, I understand..." The manager, determined, gritted his teeth, "I'll take care of the '82 Lafite, would that work for you?"
Fang Yu smiled.
The fat man was quite sensible.
"Your condition is called 'Neuroasthenia,' something most doctors can't cure! Your complexion looks poor and your eyes dull, you've been frequently hospitalized recently, haven't you?"
The manager exclaimed, "It's really divine! Doctor, you're absolutely right, I've been running to hospitals but it hasn't helped! It's amazing you could diagnose me just by looking!"
Fang Yu nodded.
"Bring me pen and paper."
The manager had someone bring pen and paper, placing them respectfully in front of Fang Yu.
Fang Yu rapidly wrote down a prescription and said indifferently, "Get these medicines according to the prescription, take three times a day for a week."
Holding the written prescription, the manager scratched his head.
"If the prescription doesn't work, come find me at Qingcheng Group," Fang Yu said.
"No... no... I believe you, and I trust Miss Jiang even more... Miss Jiang is a regular here and holds the reins at Qingcheng Group, she wouldn't mislead someone insignificant like me."
The manager cherished the prescription like a treasure, quickly tucking it into his chest.
"If you need anything at all, just let me know."
With that, the manager scurried away.
...
...
The red wine soon arrived at the table.
Some classic dishes were also ordered.
"You have injuries, you shouldn't drink," Fang Yu said, taking away the wine glass in front of Jiang Wei.
"With you here, what's there to worry about?"
"Please, I can save you, but I can't save those who seek their own death," Fang Yu said with a roll of his eyes.
Jiang Wei's cool face cracked a faint smile.
She didn't touch the wine glass again.
"You seem to know a lot about wine," Jiang Wei remarked.
Fang Yu picked up the glass, took a light sip, and said, "A thing or two."
"I'm really curious, what kind of person were you before?" Jiang Wei's gaze rested on Fang Yu.
"Why suddenly ask about that?"
"To tell the truth, my first impression of you wasn't good. You seemed uncouth and somewhat rogueish... However, these are just superficial appearances; I don't think a bumpkin would appreciate a 1982 Lafite or even know the dining etiquette," Jiang Wei expressed her observations.
"Then I'll be truthful too..." Fang Yu smiled, "Actually, I used to be quite rich."
"And then?"
"Afterwards, my family fell into decline, so I had to go out and become a doctor."
"I don't believe it."
"Believe it or not."
...
While the two were eating and chatting.
Outside the Eastern Pearl Restaurant, a man with a scar on his face kept sneaking peeks inside.
This man was Lin Kun.
"Xiao He, Xiao He... you really are lousy, failing to handle even one woman," He spoke as his phone rang.
He answered the call.
"Speak."
"Bro, I've found out... this guy called Fang Yu is from the countryside, he studied in Jiangzhou, learned some folk remedies by chance and stumbled into becoming a doctor at Hua Hospital, no, a male nurse!" The voice on the phone reported.
Hearing this, the scar-faced man's eyes turned cold as he said, "Is this information reliable?"
"Absolutely reliable... I got this info with Brother Fan."
"Got it."
...
In the restaurant.
Just as Fang Yu finished a drink, his phone buzzed.
He took out his phone to see a message.
Jiang Wei saw the old phone and said lightly, "People still use such outdated phones?"
"Outdated?" Fang Yu didn't think so.
Jiang Wei didn't respond but pulled out her iPhone X, placing it on the table.
Fang Yu had seen smartphones before; he noticed many changes in many things since his return to Jiangzhou, smartphones were one of them.
Now, the streets were full of smartphones, and he was still using an old-fashioned keypad phone, indeed outdated.
Seeing Jiang Wei's phone, Fang Yu felt it was extraordinary.
"President Jiang, how about you give me an advance on this month's salary? I might buy one too."
Jiang Wei didn't say a word, just lowered her head and continued to eat.
...
Fang Yu took the opportunity to open his phone and read the message—
From Fan Tong.
"Bro Yu, someone's been asking about you, I've covered for you, saying you're from the countryside and studied in Jiangzhou... Be careful these days."
In reality, Fang Yu indeed studied in Jiangzhou before. Not many remembered him after graduation. After dropping out, he mingled in the pugilistic world, made a name for himself, and soon, few knew his real name and true identity.
It looked like someone was targeting him.
Jiang Wei couldn't have contacted Fan Tong, so it must be the Xiao Family!
But...
Who really was behind the Xiao Family?
If Xiao Family was merely feeding off the leftovers from the Fang Family, they couldn't have come this far. Behind the Xiao Family, there must be a force supporting them.
As he was mulling over this, an unharmonious voice came from behind—
"Yo, isn't this President Jiang? The renowned CEO of Qingcheng International Group!"
The speaker was a man in a suit and polished shoes, his hair slick and paired with a bow tie, brimming with arrogance and prejudice, and his face bore a scar, clearly not a good man to deal with.
Behind him stood several elegantly dressed young men, similar in age, their expressions scornful, corners of their mouths curled in mocking smiles.