As Zhang Yang applied the needles, Wu Yan’s grandfather, Su Zhantao, and Yang Ling watched intently through the window. With every insertion, their eyes widened a fraction more.

The sight of the needle trembling over such a long period even caused Yang Ling to gasp, her mouth falling open. When Zhang Yang had mentioned before that he was a doctor skilled in medicine, they had all dismissed it as a joke.

None of them had expected it to be true. Just from the sheer proficiency of his needling technique, they could tell Zhang Yang wasn't lying; no one who wasn't a doctor could perform such a procedure.

If he could truly cure Wu Yan, he wouldn't just be an ordinary doctor—he’d be a divine physician. “Doctor Zhang, how is Yan Yan?” As soon as Zhang Yang emerged, Old Wu couldn't help but ask.

Wu Yan was still seated inside, eyes closed, with the terrifying array of needles embedded in her body right after the session. “Her condition is slightly better than I anticipated.

If things go smoothly, even if a complete cure isn't possible immediately, she can hold on for three to five years. I’ll find more solutions within that time,” Zhang Yang said, a smile fixed on his face despite the visible fatigue.

Old Wu’s lips trembled a few times; he was utterly stunned. Zhang Yang had initially spoken of one year, which was already surprising and delightful.

Now, three to five years—this was even harder for him to fathom. “Thank you, thank you, Doctor Zhang!” He quickly recovered, thanking Zhang Yang with rising emotion.

The surprises and joys Zhang Yang brought him kept growing larger. Zhang Yang offered a faint smile.

“I need to rest for half an hour before removing the needles. Do not let anyone move her during this time!” With that, he retreated to a chair in the courtyard to rest.

This treatment had indeed drained a significant amount of his inner strength. If he hadn’t consumed the Ginseng Pills and the Immortal Fruit Elixir, which had greatly increased his internal reserves, he might not have sustained such a demanding therapy with his previous strength.

The more severe the illness, the more inner energy Zhang Yang required. The half-hour passed quickly.

After pulling out the needles, Zhang Yang gave them his address. This location was too remote; next time, Wu Yan could come to their place for the treatments, or she could stay at their hotel to save travel time.

The next session was scheduled for the following day. He needed to apply needles for five consecutive days before she could take the Immortal Fruit Elixir.

Even then, Zhang Yang had to be present when she ingested the elixir to assist her in absorbing its medicinal power for the most optimal therapeutic outcome. Declining Old Wu’s earnest invitations to stay, Zhang Yang returned to the hotel with Su Zhantao and the others.

The auto show started tomorrow, and everyone planned to attend. That was their main reason for coming here, and he couldn't let his commitment to Wu Yan delay their primary objective.

On the way back, Zhang Yang mused to himself. He finally understood why his great-grandfather’s Thousand-Year Snow Lotus Pills had vanished without a trace by the time they reached him.

With a healer’s compassionate heart, when one’s resolve softened, no amount of spiritual medicine was enough; there were simply too many people needing help. The next morning, Yang Ling came to wake Zhang Yang for breakfast.

Zhang Yang fed Lightning first before taking the creature out. By the time he and Lightning reached the dining area, Long Cheng and the others were already seated and waiting.

Long Cheng and his group were visibly more energetic than the day before. Huang Hai seemed to have forgotten yesterday’s unpleasantness, and the group was chatting and laughing.

“Young Master Zhang, you’re here. What is this?” Wang Chen greeted Zhang Yang cheerfully, then asked with curiosity upon seeing Lightning in his arms.

“This is Lightning, Zhang Yang’s pet ferret!” Yang Ling offered with a smile. Yesterday’s events had given her a deeper understanding of Zhang Yang, and the deeper her understanding, the more curious she became about him.

However, she hadn’t mentioned yesterday’s events to the others, as Su Zhantao had specifically advised her that Zhang Yang disliked having too much known about him. “A pet ferret?

So beautiful! I might get one myself someday!” Wang Chen exclaimed, gazing admiringly at Lightning cradled by Zhang Yang.

He was thinking how attention-grabbing such a pet would be, especially for girls. He noticed many women nearby constantly glancing toward Zhang Yang.

Lightning’s cuteness was a universal appeal to women. “You won’t find one like that.

Zhang Yang brought this pet ferret back from the mountains; it’s much better than the ones you can buy,” Yang Ling added with a smile. Zhang Yang nodded slightly, affirming what she said.

“Let’s eat first, then go look at cars,” Long Cheng said softly. The others immediately moved to get their food.

Earlier, they had waited for Zhang Yang; Long Cheng had insisted they go together since they were all attending. If they waited for him after eating, it was better to wait together first, then eat together later.

This gesture slightly surprised Zhang Yang, making him realize that the others respected Long Cheng for good reason. Setting aside his background, possessing such consideration was rare.

Too many people nowadays were selfish, only thinking of themselves and never others. This year’s auto show was a global exhibition hosted at the Shanghai International Auto Exhibition Center.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't a formally designated international auto show, which was why it carried the "global" moniker. Nevertheless, the famous and luxury vehicles displayed were in no way inferior to those at the proper large international auto shows held in previous years.

The exhibition center was only a five-minute walk from the hotel, so none of them drove; they walked together toward the center. Wang Chen was the most animated, constantly discussing the car he intended to buy.

His primary interest was a sports car. He had bought an ordinary BMW sports car last year, but this time he wanted a Porsche.

Word was that the latest Porsche 911 was on display, and Wang Chen had come specifically for that model. Li Ya also favored sports cars, but his preference was Ferrari.

On the way over, the two had already debated heatedly, one championing Ferrari, the other Porsche, neither willing to yield. Huang Hai was interested in a Hummer; he thought Long Cheng’s Hummer looked excellent and handled powerfully.

As for Yang Ling, her focus this time was more on observation. If necessary, she might acquire a batch of luxury cars to replenish her showroom.

In Changjing, her dealership had the best sales of high-end vehicles. Of course, if they encountered a truly desirable car, they might purchase an extra one to take back.

It was common for them to buy two cars at a single exhibition if they both loved a model and couldn't bear to part with either. Wang Chen and Li Ya’s argument hadn't ended by the time they reached the exhibition center, which was already crowded, with all manner of vehicles parked outside.

“Let’s go, guys—first, accompany me to see the Porsche!” Seeing the crush of people ahead, Wang Chen became excited first, striding forward and essentially dragging the group along with him. The others exchanged looks behind him, all showing expressions of resigned helplessness.

They had agreed to attend the auto show together to offer mutual advice, but now that Wang Chen had bolted ahead, they had no choice but to follow. Fortunately, the Porsche display stand was close by.

After walking only a short distance inside, they reached it. Wang Chen’s pace quickened the moment he spotted the Porsche booth.

By the time Zhang Yang and the others caught up, the young man was already circling a red Porsche 911, examining it closely. Long Cheng and the rest gathered around, offering critiques while staff members continuously provided them with introductions.

“This car is good; you can take it, then have Old Wu Five help modify it. Wang Chen, your combat power will increase immediately,” Long Cheng commented first after inspecting the vehicle.

He was giving his approval. Long Cheng was the earliest enthusiast for cars among them, and everyone respected his judgment.

“I told you Porsche is better! Miss, I’ll take this car.

Give me the lowest discount you can offer—we’re part of the 'Car Alliance’,” Long Cheng’s endorsement pleased Wang Chen greatly. He spoke directly to the salesperson who had been making introductions.

The Car Alliance was essentially an organization these wealthy young men who loved luxury and performance cars had founded out of boredom. It had quite a few members, over a hundred nationwide, and they appeared most frequently during auto shows.

The salesperson’s eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded, moving to process the paperwork for Wang Chen. Even Zhang Yang marveled at how quickly they finalized purchases.

The quoted price for this car was 1.98 million. Even with a discount, it would cost well over a million—a nearly two-million-yuan vehicle bought that easily.

However, reflecting on his past life, he hadn't been so concerned about money when buying cars. If he liked something, he bought it; if he set his eyes on it, he wouldn't buy any slower than Wang Chen.

“Will you wait here for your car, or continue looking with us?” Long Cheng asked Wang Chen. Wang Chen immediately indicated he would continue with them.

He already had his primary target, the Porsche 911, which he was extremely fond of. Placing the order here wasn't unusual; now that he had secured the car he wanted, he could continue looking around and buy another one if he found something he genuinely liked.

For these young masters, spending money on cars was never a painful decision. The group moved forward together.

Yang Ling explained who Old Wu Five was to Zhang Yang and Su Zhantao. Old Wu Five was the owner of a car repair shop in Shanghai.

As just a shop owner, he wouldn’t draw much attention, but he possessed a unique skill: car modification. A car modified by him would see an immediate surge in performance.

His modification fees, however, were steep. Yang Ling estimated that Wang Chen’s two cars would cost at least another million yuan for modifications, nearly matching the price of the Porsche itself.

Still, some of the modifications were genuinely worthwhile, especially since they had a racing event coming up in a few days, making modifications more necessary. As they talked, the group continued moving.

The display stands featuring cars priced under a million yuan were largely ignored. Their focus was primarily on vehicles above the million-yuan mark.

The net worth of these individuals was in the tens of millions at the lowest; they wouldn't even spare a glance at cars costing just a few hundred thousand. Furthermore, cars priced under a million were not even eligible to participate in their racing games, even if heavily modified, as the organizers strictly prohibited them.

As they walked, the highest rate of turning heads was not attracted by the beautiful Yang Ling, but by Zhang Yang. More accurately, it was the fennec fox-tailed ferret sleeping soundly on his shoulder.

Lightning had been perched there since they left, eyes closed, sound asleep—or perhaps not quite asleep. Regardless, its adorable sleeping posture drew many gazes, both male and female, who couldn’t help but look at the creature.