Seven million, perhaps pushing eight million in total expenditure—this sum was certainly significant. If Zhang Yang only had the twenty million from his last bonus, he might have hesitated, unwilling to spend so much.

But now, with the additional twenty million in consultation fees from the Xie family, his total assets amounted to forty million, lessening the pressure of this outlay considerably.

"That's the Hummer section up ahead, Huang Hai, let's go take a look!"

With these few cars secured, Long Cheng pointed toward the Hummer stand and spoke to Huang Hai, noting they still had time that morning.

The efficiency that morning had been excellent; four people had already selected their preferred vehicles, leaving only two others. If they hurried, they could resolve one more purchase that morning, perhaps even concluding all remaining business.

This way, everyone could save more time for personal pursuits. Those interested in cars could look at cars; those interested in beautiful women could look at the models. For these young masters, the auto show was also a prime opportunity to flirt with the automotive beauties.

If you picked one you liked, you just left your number; she was certain to contact you later.

Of course, these were insider tips, and since Yang Ling was present, nothing too inappropriate could be said in front of a lady.

Yet, Yang Ling knew some of this herself. After all, she was in sales and understood that the car models often hoped to catch a wealthy sugar daddy, a real catch. However, unless someone was truly affluent and made an impressive show, they wouldn't even merit a second glance.

Just like moments ago, when Zhang Yang purchased the two Mercedes-Benzes, the beautiful model at the sports car display had been constantly sending him flirtatious glances. Zhang Yang was young, handsome, and clearly rich, spending millions on a whim—he was the perfect match in their eyes, a veritable Prince Charming.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yang hadn't even spared her a look.

In a later life, perhaps he might have exchanged contact information for a fleeting connection, but having been given a second chance in this lifetime, his mindset had changed drastically; he had lost all interest in such trivialities.

Not to mention, Mi Xue was waiting for him back home.

At the Hummer stand, an unpleasant incident had occurred the day before, and many people at the display still remembered them.

However, no one brought up yesterday’s affair. These men were major clients, associated with the Auto Alliance, and the Hummer staff were eager for their orders.

Without the nouveau riche from yesterday causing trouble, everyone’s mood was significantly improved. Soon enough, Huang Hai ordered a high-displacement Hummer.

His vehicle, like the others, was requested to be delivered to Old Man Wang’s place; the new car absolutely required modification. He was still eager to compete with that crowd from Jinling and avenge the slight he suffered upon his initial arrival.

Everyone else had bought their cars; only Li Ya remained undecided.

Li Ya himself was getting restless. Seeing that noon was approaching rapidly, he pulled the group toward the Ferrari exhibit. These men had already drawn the attention of the security guards.

The guards recognized them but dared not say anything, only keeping them under close surveillance. These men had caused a scene yesterday, but they were major spenders. Just that morning alone, the cars purchased by this small group exceeded ten million—and that was just the vehicle cost, not including any other expenses.

These were definitely not people they could afford to provoke.

The Ferrari stand was crowded, and the staff there had their own informants monitoring sales activity in the other luxury vehicle areas.

When Zhang Yang and his party arrived, the Ferrari staff's eyes lit up, and smiles bloomed across their faces. This group had already purchased quite a few high-end cars—Land Rovers, Mercedes, BMWs—and now it was finally Ferrari’s turn. If they could serve these clients well, the probability of a successful transaction remained high.

Perhaps spurred by the others, Li Ya directly asked about the model he favored.

To his dismay, the display booth didn't feature the exact car he desired, and acquiring that specific model required a pre-order with a substantial waiting time—about a month.

A month? That would be too late; getting the car in three to five days would be more acceptable.

In the end, Li Ya could only regretfully settle for a different model. It was still a Ferrari, still a sports car, but not the one he originally preferred.

There was no choice; he couldn't leave empty-handed this time, so he had to make do for now. This car was cheaper than the one he wanted, but less suitable for the modifications he envisioned. Now, he would have to spend more money on customization to mold this car into what he desired.

By lunchtime, everyone’s vehicle needs were resolved, and Long Cheng was very satisfied with the speed of the morning.

For lunch, they skipped the specialty game dishes at De Yi Restaurant and instead went to a large French establishment nearby. Enjoying some drinks and food there would serve as a celebration for everyone’s successful acquisitions.

The restaurant had private rooms, and Long Cheng was a regular; he had called ahead to reserve one. Soon after, the group arrived at their destination.

"Zhang Yang, you're really an expert in Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

In the private room, while waiting for the food to arrive, Wang Chen asked Zhang Yang again, full of curiosity. Back in the auto showroom, Zhang Yang had mentioned that TCM was his strongest area.

Placing Lightning on the table and patting the treasure-seeking mouse inside his canvas bag, Zhang Yang smiled and replied, "I studied Western medicine, but what I love most is TCM. When I was young, a traveling Daoist priest passed through my hometown. Seeing my great interest in healing, he taught me some things. I learned my acupuncture skills from him!"

Zhang Yang had used this explanation before; since the wandering Daoist priest was long gone, there was no fear of anyone exposing the lie.

"Is that so? Then check my body for me; how is my health?"

Wang Chen’s eyes widened. Without waiting for Zhang Yang to agree, he immediately extended his wrist. He was genuinely curious; asking Zhang Yang to examine him was just an impulse. In his mind, TCM practitioners were all old men; he had never seen someone as young as Zhang Yang practicing it.

"Alright," Zhang Yang nodded with a smile, resting his fingers lightly on Wang Chen’s radial pulse point.

As Zhang Yang held his wrist, Wang Chen seemed even more fascinated. The others watched Zhang Yang intently, eager to hear what he would say.

"You, my friend, need to stop eating things you shouldn't. At your age, you’ve already depleted yourself. I’ll develop a prescription for you to take when you get back."

After taking the pulse, Zhang Yang shook his head vigorously. Wang Chen was outwardly strong but inwardly weak—at such a young age, his vitality was nearly exhausted. He appeared fine, but internally, multiple systems were deficient: kidney deficiency, spleen deficiency, and qi deficiency. The kidney deficiency was the most severe. This young man was already experiencing functional decline in his intimate life yet frequently consumed aphrodisiacs, only making his body weaker.

"Haha, I told you! Constantly chasing women, you’ll eventually fall because of them!"

As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, Li Ya burst out laughing, while Long Cheng and Huang Hai also smiled faintly. They knew each other well and were aware of each other's indiscretions. Wang Chen was known as the most lecherous among them; he had lost his virginity very young and thereafter enjoyed the company of women incessantly. Despite his youth, excessive indulgence had severely damaged his health. Currently, he required aphrodisiacs just to maintain function; his weakness was pronounced.

"Zhang... Zhang Yang, your prescription, can it really cure me?"

Wang Chen blushed slightly. Although everyone knew about his habits, being called out publicly still made him feel embarrassed. However, this issue had been troubling him for a long time. If Zhang Yang could truly help him recover, he would be willing to do anything. He was only in his early twenties and was already facing impotence—a source of great anxiety for him.

Zhang Yang nodded. "Yes, but you must abstain from sex for three months!"

Wang Chen froze again. His two greatest pleasures were cars and women; enforcing abstinence would be genuinely agonizing. At the auto show today, while the others did little, he had left contact details with numerous car models, and tonight, he had been planning a double date for some serious passion.

"Fine, if it can cure me, I’ll commit. Three months is three months!" After a pause, Wang Chen gritted out the words. The problem was severe enough that it required immediate treatment. If it could be fixed, three months was a small price to pay for a lifetime of marital bliss.

Zhang Yang smiled again. "After three months, you still cannot be unrestrained. A maximum of once per week!"

Wang Chen's face immediately fell, turning into a sour grimace. "Can't it be more frequent?"

Zhang Yang chuckled. "After one year, you can increase the frequency. Being able to satisfy three times in one night will be fine, but remember, still maintain caution. Don't do it every day like you are now!"

"One year, okay, I’ll stick to one year!" Wang Chen nodded. One year wasn't that long; he was still young, and he could endure that period. Trading one year for a lifetime of sexual satisfaction seemed worthwhile.

"Zhang Yang, check me too. How is my body?"

As soon as he finished writing Wang Chen’s prescription, Huang Hai next called out, eager to see if Zhang Yang could truly diagnose him after witnessing the accuracy with Wang Chen. Huang Hai moved seats and sat beside Zhang Yang, extending his arm.

Zhang Yang smiled without speaking, but his fingers soon settled on Huang Hai’s pulse point.

"Stop staying up late so frequently in the future, or your recurring headaches will act up again. I'll write a prescription for you too. Take the medicine as directed, and the problem should be resolved in six months."

Zhang Yang looked up, took out paper and pen, and wrote while speaking. Huang Hai was a diligent worker who often stayed up late due to overtime, leading to chronic migraines. None of the others had ever mentioned this to Zhang Yang, and Huang Hai’s eyes widened in surprise.

"That's miraculous, Zhang Yang! If you can really cure my illness, I must thank you properly!" Huang Hai exclaimed excitedly. He had seen numerous doctors—both TCM and Western—for his migraines and taken a lot of medicine, but with little improvement. This was the issue he most wanted resolved. If Zhang Yang could truly help him, he intended to offer significant gratitude.

"Take the medicine as prescribed, listen to me, and be careful. Your illness will certainly be cured!" Zhang Yang smiled, handing the written prescription to Huang Hai. The moment Huang Hai took the paper, both his arms stretched out toward Zhang Yang.

This time, it was Li Ya and Yang Ling who extended their arms simultaneously. They glanced at each other, then both retracted them awkwardly, feeling slightly embarrassed...

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