Upon returning, Zhang Yang first headed to the thirty-sixth floor, as his scheduled treatment time with Wu Yan was drawing near.

Today marked the fourth day of acupuncture treatment, a process Wu Yan had long grown accustomed to, unlike the first day when she had been somewhat frightened as Zhang Yang inserted the needles.

"Dr. Zhang, today I took Yan Yan to the hospital for a check-up!"

After finishing the needling, Elder Wu approached and spoke to Zhang Yang. As for the girl, Wu Yan, she was already asleep in her seat, which was always the case after each treatment session.

Elder Wu's face carried a hint of awkwardness as he spoke.

Going behind the attending physician’s back to have an examination done at the hospital looked, to some extent, like a lack of trust in the primary doctor. Right now, Zhang Yang was the one treating Wu Yan; therefore, Zhang Yang was her attending physician, and Elder Wu feared that Zhang Yang might overthink the matter.

"It's fine. How were the results?" Zhang Yang smiled casually.

"Her condition is very good. Although the tumor is still there, it hasn't spread. After reviewing her previous medical records, the doctors called it a miracle!"

Speaking of today's test results, Elder Wu’s face immediately brightened with a smile again.

Never mind those doctors; even he found it hard to believe. He had taken his granddaughter to countless hospitals and consulted numerous internationally renowned physicians, yet every single one had been helpless against his granddaughter’s illness, unable even to contain it.

The fact that it hadn't spread was already astonishing enough, let alone the fact that all this was achieved by Zhang Yang’s miraculous daily acupuncture sessions.

After much deliberation, Elder Wu decided to tell Zhang Yang everything, hoping to secure his understanding. For him, getting his granddaughter treated was the most important thing right now.

"That’s good. After the needling tomorrow, I will give her a spiritual medicine. This medicine is very rare and will certainly have an effect on her condition. As for the ultimate outcome, we will have to wait until she has taken it."

Zhang Yang chuckled lightly; he hadn't dwelled on the matter as deeply.

Elder Wu taking Wu Yan for an examination without informing him had indeed made him slightly uncomfortable, but he also understood it perfectly. It was human nature—worry breeds rash action. If he had asked beforehand, and Zhang Yang, as a doctor, advised against going to the hospital, they would have been in a difficult position regardless of whether they went or stayed away.

"Dr. Zhang, please wait a moment for me!"

Elder Wu nodded with a smile, which put Zhang Yang at ease considerably.

Elder Wu rose and went straight to his study. A short while later, he emerged from the study carrying a document folder. The Presidential Suite was large, with many rooms, but both men were currently in the living area.

Wu Yan was still covered in needles; without another Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner present, he had no choice but to stay until the needles were removed later.

"Dr. Zhang, I am usually not in Shanghai, and keeping this house without anyone to look after it is quite a waste. If you don't mind, I'd like you to take charge of managing this property from now on."

Elder Wu said softly, handing the document folder in his hand to Zhang Yang as he spoke.

"The house?"

Zhang Yang frowned slightly. He opened the folder and his eyes immediately widened considerably.

It was a property transfer contract for the residence in Shanghai where he had visited previously—the one Elder Wu and his family occupied. The land area was over two thousand square meters, and the building area was close to one thousand square meters.

With just a glance, Zhang Yang understood everything. Elder Wu was speaking politely, offering Zhang Yang the management of the house. In reality, he intended to gift the property to Zhang Yang, though he phrased it much more indirectly. The house was already being transferred under Zhang Yang's name. What more needed to be said?

Elder Wu watched Zhang Yang, nodding with a smile. Gifting the property was a decision he had considered for a long time. After seeing today's examination results, he knew that Zhang Yang’s treatment for his granddaughter was working, and working very well.

Although Zhang Yang had never mentioned consultation fees, Elder Wu’s mind had wandered extensively. Anyone with wealth often carried a certain trait: habitually weighing everything in terms of money. Fortunately, Elder Wu was no ordinary man. Based on his observations, he realized Zhang Yang was not someone lacking funds. Offering money directly felt crass and might even backfire.

After much thought, he decided to gift Zhang Yang his villa in Shanghai. The villa was vast, and though its location was slightly remote, the transportation access was good, making it quite desirable. Moreover, its remoteness was only temporary; with the city's future development, that area was bound to become prime real estate. Besides, he had paid over ten million yuan for the villa initially, and with renovations and other expenses, it represented a substantial sum—certainly enough to cover the consultation fee.

Considering everything, Elder Wu decided to gift the villa to Zhang Yang as a token of his gratitude for treating his granddaughter.

"Thank you, Elder Wu, for your generosity. Please rest assured, Elder Wu, since I have taken on treating Yan Yan, I will certainly exert my utmost effort in her treatment."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Yang finally spoke slowly, accepting the document folder handed over by Elder Wu. He understood this was Elder Wu’s form of payment. It was just that Elder Wu had chosen a far more subtle method, unlike Xie Hui, who had simply presented a check upfront.

"I trust you, and I believe Yan Yan will certainly recover!"

Zhang Yang accepting the documents caused a sudden wave of relief to wash over Elder Wu, who smiled and said this. Elder Wu hadn't expected Zhang Yang to accept the villa so readily, but now that he had, at least he didn't have to worry anymore.

Sometimes people are like this, constantly harboring suspicion. In truth, Zhang Yang was wholeheartedly dedicated to treating Wu Yan, but Elder Wu himself couldn't quite believe it. He always felt that without demonstrating some sincerity, or expressing gratitude, Zhang Yang wouldn't try his absolute hardest; even if he treated her, it would merely be going through the motions. Everyone is essentially like this; since there was no prior relationship between them, why should the other party exert themselves fully to help? If no benefit was offered, receiving such help at all was already quite something.

Xie Hui had possessed the same mindset initially, which is why he presented the check so early when Zhang Yang was leaving. Elder Wu was the same. Zhang Yang was quite clear about these mindsets. Too many people carried this attitude, especially the patients he had encountered in his past life. Simply put, the mentality was: I’ve given you benefits to treat me, so if you don’t try your best now, you are in the wrong, rather than us being wrong toward you.

Whether it was Xie Hui or Elder Wu, they shared this thinking. Once the fee was paid, if you didn't treat them well afterward, you were letting them down, not the other way around. In reality, they didn't grasp that even if they hadn't offered a single penny, Zhang Yang would still have treated them; he would never let money delay a patient's recovery.

It was simply the prevailing social atmosphere: if the doctor doesn't accept some extra consideration, the patient or their family feels uneasy. Therefore, Zhang Yang accepted these things—partly to put their minds at ease, and partly because it was the compensation he deserved.

After removing the needles, Zhang Yang left quickly. The folder contained the complete set of transfer paperwork; Zhang Yang only needed to sign it for the villa to become his. Naturally, the required procedures would still need to be completed, but there would be no issues with these documents.

This time, Zhang Yang accepted the consultation fee with a clear conscience. To treat Wu Yan, he needed to use the Immortal Fruit Pill (Xiānguǒ Dān), a spiritual medicine that couldn't be bought no matter how much money one offered. Such a spiritual medicine was worth at least ten million; it was absolutely life-saving.

If Wu Yan's illness hadn't been so severe and delayed for so long, Zhang Yang was confident that just this one pill could cure her. Now, Wu Yan's condition was too grave, essentially beyond saving. Even so, the Immortal Fruit Pill could extend Wu Yan’s lifespan—taking the medicine directly could grant her at least another year, and with Zhang Yang's supplementary treatment, the extension would be even longer.

Such a spiritual medicine was practically priceless. Human life is invaluable, and this kind of medicine that could directly save a life was even more so.

The next morning, just as Zhang Yang concluded his cultivation, Su Zhantao rushed over. This time, he was alone; Yang Ling was not with him.

"Zhang Yang, look quickly! How do you like this outfit on me?"

As soon as he entered, Su Zhantao was shouting, constantly pacing in front of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang looked at him with confusion, then said, "It looks alright, I guess. But why are you acting crazy so early in the morning? If you're dreaming, go back to your room!"

With that, Zhang Yang held Wuying in his arms to feed it. Wuying wasn't as picky as Shandian; it ate many things, and Zhang Yang fed it breakfast every time. Feeding it often also helped increase its loyalty.

Su Zhantao immediately sat down, saying unhappily, "Zhang Yang, you can't discourage people like that! I'm going with Lingling to meet her parents today, and you have no idea how nervous I am!"

"Parents? Isn't she from Changjing? Besides, how are you so fast? Going to meet her family already?"

Zhang Yang scooped up a handful of minced meat, feeding Wuying while speaking. It had only been a day since Su Zhantao and Yang Ling confirmed their relationship. And now he was already calling her Lingling, so nauseatingly sweet.

Su Zhantao stood up and said, "Who told you she was from Changjing? She attended university there, and after that, she’s been striving on her own. Her parents are from Hangzhou. She actually wanted to return to Hangzhou to visit these past two days, but I held her up. Today, I was the one who proactively asked to accompany her back!"

"I see. Don't you think it's too soon?"

Zhang Yang let Wuying finish the minced meat, then patted it, letting the satiated creature go play aside. He stood up, preparing to wash his hands.

"It’s not too soon. Actually, her parents have been urging her to come home, but she’s always avoided it, so she’s been dodging them. If I don't go with her this time, her family will surely force her into blind dates again!"

Su Zhantao paced around the living room, sighing loudly as if he were fighting injustice on Yang Ling’s behalf.

"Fine, go then. You definitely have to meet the future mother-in-law, and while you're there, get a clear picture of her family background to prepare for the future!"

Zhang Yang washed his hands, walked out of the bathroom, and said with a smile. He hadn't expected that Yang Ling’s family wasn't in Changjing, that she wasn't local, and yet managed to run such a large car dealership entirely on her own while remaining virtuous—that was truly remarkable. At least now he approved of Yang Ling; her being with Su Zhantao seemed quite suitable.

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Also, Xiao Yu would like to ask friends for half a day off. If the monthly passes exceed one hundred today, it should be four chapters, but Xiao Yu would like to ask for a leave of absence for two chapters, to be made up the day after tomorrow, okay?

Xiao Yu knows this is very unfair to everyone, but while writing today, he kept getting stuck. Even if he forced himself to write, it probably wouldn't satisfy you all. Let Xiao Yu rest for one night, not staying up late today, and regain his energy to continue writing tomorrow.

Once again, I ask for my friends' understanding. Please rest assured, the two chapters requested off will definitely be made up by Xiao Yu, and there will be more bursts of updates in the future! (To be continued)