"Sister Ling, you go first!" Li Ya said with a slight flush, maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor. Everyone wanted Zhang Yang to take a look at them, but reaching out simultaneously felt rather awkward.

Just as Li Ya finished speaking, the drinks and dishes arrived, perfectly alleviating Yang Ling's predicament.

Each person received a whole lobster, along with French foie gras, steak, and other delicacies, accompanied by brand-name red wine—it was quite a lavish spread.

"Let's eat first, and then we'll let Zhang Yang look at you all after the meal!" Long Cheng murmured softly. Zhang Yang had already taken the pulse and written prescriptions for two people; this suggestion was out of concern for Zhang Yang, to prevent him from getting too tired.

"It’s fine. The main courses haven't all arrived yet. Let me check on Sister Ling first!" Zhang Yang smiled faintly and proactively took Yang Ling's wrist.

He wouldn't have been able to avoid it anyway; Su Zhantao was subtly kicking him from the side, signaling him to help out. If nothing else, he absolutely couldn't disappoint Yang Ling.

Holding her pulse point, Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly widened slightly, and he looked back at Yang Ling with surprise.

Yang Ling herself appeared somewhat nervous.

Zhang Yang smiled slightly and whispered something into Yang Ling’s ear. Yang Ling nodded occasionally, but her face was utterly flushed.

"Sister Ling, that's all I have to say for now. I'll write you a prescription, and you can start managing it!" After finishing his private words with Yang Ling, Zhang Yang picked up a pen and paper and began writing. In a short while, a new prescription was handed to Yang Ling, who immediately tucked it into her handbag without even glancing at it.

Her head remained lowered, her cheeks still carrying a faint blush.

Her demeanor made everyone else even more curious. No one knew what Zhang Yang had discovered or diagnosed to make the usually generous Yang Ling so flustered.

Su Zhantao was the most curious; his heart felt as if it were being scratched by a cat's paw. He desperately wanted to ask Zhang Yang what was going on but felt awkward bringing it up with Yang Ling present.

"Brother Li, it's your turn!" Zhang Yang then said with a smile to Li Ya. Li Ya quickly extended his arm, looking at Zhang Yang with a mix of apprehension and expectation.

These men generally felt their bodies were in good shape, but they hadn't expected Zhang Yang to find issues with all of them just by taking their pulse. He didn't know what was happening with Yang Ling, but since Zhang Yang had given her a prescription, she must have something abnormal.

"Brother Li's health is good, no major issues. But try not to be so picky about food normally; aim for balanced nutrition so you can maintain good health long-term!" Zhang Yang said, raising his hand with a smile, and Li Ya's heart immediately settled down.

He was even more impressed with Zhang Yang. Few people knew about his picky eating habits, yet Zhang Yang had managed to diagnose it through pulse-taking.

"Brother Cheng, would you like a look as well?" Excluding Su Zhantao, Long Cheng was the only one Zhang Yang hadn't examined yet. The others, whether sick or healthy, were now quite satisfied.

"That’s fine, let’s see!" Long Cheng hesitated slightly but ultimately offered his arm. He was also very curious. Zhang Yang had been so accurate with the others; he wondered what would happen with him. He knew clearly that he was different from the rest; he possessed internal energy (neijin).

Generally, people with internal energy had bodies far superior to ordinary people; they rarely got sick, but when they did, it was a serious, troublesome illness.

Zhang Yang's fingers landed on his pulse point, and there was a slight, unnatural rebound within the vessel.

This was a natural reaction for someone with internal energy, but this slight resistance had no effect on Zhang Yang.

Pressing his fingers down, Zhang Yang slowly felt Long Cheng's pulse. After nearly a minute, he finally looked up and nodded silently.

"Brother Cheng's body is the best, basically no problems. Just maintain it well going forward!" "I knew it. I must be the healthiest one. I told you all to exercise, but none of you did. Now you know the difference, right?" Long Cheng laughed heartily. Although he knew he wasn't sick, hearing Zhang Yang confirm it still made him very happy and excited.

Even he didn't realize that, without realizing it, everyone now accepted Zhang Yang's status, believing him to be a doctor, and a skilled one at that. This was why Long Cheng was so pleased; his health had essentially received a doctor's affirmation.

Zhang Yang hadn't taken Su Zhantao's pulse; they had done that before, and he had no major issues, just slightly weaker constitution.

All the food was served, and the group began drinking and eating together. Western dining was different from Chinese—everyone ate their own portions, but the atmosphere was comfortable.

They continued chatting during the meal. Zhang Yang examining everyone had only served to further harmonize the relationships among them. Initially, when Yang Ling mentioned bringing two new friends, the others hadn't been too enthusiastic.

Now they realized these two newcomers were extraordinary; at the very least, they were qualified enough to integrate into their circle. This meant Long Cheng and the others had completely accepted Zhang Yang and Su Zhantao. Before, they were merely companions; now they were partners—though the difference was only a single character in Chinese, the meaning was entirely different.

While eating, Zhang Yang didn't forget to slip a common ginseng pill (shendao) to the Treasure-Hunting Rat. He needed to subdue it within three days and make it willingly follow him—a relatively easy task.

After eating their fill, everyone stood up, satisfied.

Those who received prescriptions planned to buy medicine in the afternoon. They valued their own health the most and wanted treatment as soon as possible.

Those without prescriptions felt a sense of lightness; the afternoon was open for them to happily shop and enjoy themselves.

Outside the restaurant, the group stood by the entrance waiting for their cars. None of them had driven themselves; they had already asked the waiter to call taxis for them.

This meal wasn't cheap—significantly more expensive than Wangyue Tower—but these people were wealthy enough that they wouldn't blink at the cost of cars worth millions, so a meal posed no issue whatsoever.

"Darling, you stay with CEO Xie for a moment; I'll go get the car!" From behind them came a woman's voice. Hearing it, everyone instinctively frowned, as the voice sounded familiar to them all.

The group turned around in unison and saw several people standing by the restaurant entrance. The woman who had spoken was the same one from yesterday who had tried to buy the Lightning model and clashed with them.

As this woman turned around, she spotted Long Cheng and immediately cried out in fright. The short, nouveau-riche man and those beside him quickly turned their heads.

The two bodyguards called Ah San and Ah Si were also there; they immediately moved to shield the woman, watching the front tensely. Yesterday, they had suffered setbacks and knew that the people in front of them were not to be trifled with, so they absolutely dared not provoke trouble now.

"Bad luck, seriously bad luck!" Wang Chen suddenly spat. They had run into that unbearably vulgar parvenu again. Yesterday, they had been so disgusted by him that they hadn't even looked at cars in the afternoon. Thankfully, it was after lunch; had it been before, they might have lost their appetite entirely.

Besides the parvenu’s entourage, there were a few others nearby. Among them was a man in his thirties, staring at the front with astonishment—more specifically, staring at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang saw him too, but smiled and shook his head slightly. The other man had intended to walk over and say hello but immediately gave up upon seeing Zhang Yang's gesture.

"Mr. Bao, what is going on here?" A man in his forties noticed the tension and immediately stepped forward to inquire, glancing over toward Zhang Yang's group.

"Director Jiang, weren't you asking about the mark on my face? It was them! They are the ones who hit me yesterday and then ran off!" Mr. Bao, the vulgar parvenu, immediately turned around, pointed to his face, and spoke with extreme grievance. It truly was a remarkable display of shamelessness for him to admit openly that he had been beaten. People like Zhang Yang and his group certainly wouldn't have done that. Of course, few people in this world could beat Zhang Yang one-on-one.

"They hit you? Did you call the police?" Director Jiang's eyes widened as he shouted at the parvenu. The parvenu shook his head: "No. The security guards at the auto show center were on their side, and I’m unfamiliar with the area here. Calling the police would have been useless!" He hadn't called the police yesterday. He rarely visited Shanghai; this trip was purely for business, and he had planned to buy a car at the auto show when yesterday's incident occurred.

"The cars are here. Let's go!" Long Cheng said lightly. The others nodded in agreement; they truly did not wish to remain near such repulsive people, feeling uncomfortable even standing close to them. This vulgar parvenu was the type who made one uneasy upon sight, someone you wanted to punch.

"Darling, they're scared. They're a bunch of cowards. They're only scared because we have more people today," The parvenu said loudly, laughing again, just as the group was getting into their vehicles and before they had driven off. He seemed to believe that Zhang Yang's group was leaving because they were genuinely afraid of him. Achieving such a degree of narcissism was rare. As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chen got out of the car again, walked a few steps to the parvenu's side, and glared directly at him.

"What do you mean we’re scared? Explain yourself clearly—who is afraid of you!" Wang Chen might have ignored someone else, but being accused of being afraid by this parvenu was an immense insult to him. Li Ya and Huang Hai also stepped back out of the car. This parvenu was too repulsive; if they just left, they would feel uneasy later, feeling as if they had actually been perceived as fearful of him.

"What? Still not admitting it? Do you dare to touch me?" The parvenu was startled, but then several more people surrounded him from behind—all burly men, clearly bodyguards. The quality of these bodyguards was much higher than the parvenu’s Ah San and Ah Si.

"Mr. Bao, with us here, they absolutely won't dare to mess around. I want to see who in Shanghai dares to lay a hand on our people. Don't worry, we will help you settle this score!" Director Jiang glared fiercely at Wang Chen and declared loudly. After he spoke, the bodyguards moved even closer. Sensing their numerical advantage, Ah San and Ah Si grew emboldened, staring viciously at Long Cheng. Yesterday, this man had humiliated them and caused their boss to scold them; today was a perfect chance for revenge...