Novel

Madam's secret identities have caused a sensation across the city again.

Chapter 49: The Aura of a Big Shot

Ye Wangchuan fiddled with the prayer beads on his wrist, in a relatively good mood, as he strode inward with his long legs. "Understood."

"Have you still not found that divine doctor I asked you to look into?"

Gu San followed closely behind him, replying cautiously, "I had some leads, but just as I was about to dig deeper, the online information was hacked."

Was there another force behind that person? Ye Wangchuan hadn't expected that a mere wandering physician would have such a powerful backing that he couldn't even track them down!

"Do you know who did the hacking?"

Gu San was a computer expert himself, so having his own computer hacked was a blow to his pride. He lowered his head in embarrassment, his face full of guilt. "I haven't figured it out yet. Master Wang, I'm sorry. It's my fault; my skills are insufficient, and I can't find the person."

Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes, his thin lips pressed tight. He rubbed his temples, appearing somewhat annoyed. "It's just a doctor. Keep investigating. Also, keep an eye out for any other famous doctors in the city. As long as they can treat Chenchen, bring them to me first."

"Mm." Gu San nodded, following him while asking, "Master Wang, the young master is awake. Do you want to go see him? He's making a fuss about being discharged."

That boy was a little demon king, the precious treasure of everyone in the Ye family. In Beijing, he was the kind of little troublemaker who could turn the world upside down—someone no one dared to provoke.

With that boy clamoring to leave the hospital, they really couldn't suppress him without Master Wang there!

Ye Wangchuan glanced at his watch. It was already dark outside, and since Jiang Li wasn't around, he couldn't leave Qiao Nian home alone.

He walked briskly inside and said to Gu San, "It's too late today. We'll deal with it tomorrow."

...

Upstairs.

Qiao Nian had changed into a set of loose, cool clothes, taken a shower, and tied her hair up. She sat at her desk, having not yet opened her laptop.

She saw several missed calls and text messages on her phone.

She picked up the phone and scrolled through them.

There were messages from Wei Lou.

[How are you? Are you out yet?]

And from Yuan Yongqin.

[I spoke to the Municipal Bureau. How is it? Did the police release you?]

Qiao Nian rested her long legs on the desk and sent brief replies to Wei Lou and Yuan Yongqin, telling them she was fine.

Then, she called Auntie Chen back.

The phone rang once and was answered immediately.

"Niannian! That's great, you finally called me back! Are you okay?"

The background noise on the other end was noisy, clearly indicating she was still in the hospital.

Qiao Nian lowered her legs and opened her laptop, answering her while typing, "I'm fine, I just got home. How is Chen Yuan's injury? Is it serious? If it is, I know people at the City Hospital; I can have someone go over to check on him."

"It's just a dislocated arm; the rest are just external injuries, nothing serious. Don't worry about him. Let him feel some pain, otherwise, he won't learn his lesson, hanging around with those hoodlums all day!"

Hearing that Chen Yuan only had a dislocated arm, Qiao Nian stopped insisting and urged her, "I'll find a chance to talk to him later. Auntie Chen, you still have to take care of Uncle Chen, so make sure to get some rest. Don't work yourself to exhaustion; if you collapse, what will happen to Uncle Chen?"

"That thing I mentioned before—I'll bring it to you when I come to visit Uncle Chen another day."

Flesh Lingzhi was a rare and precious traditional Chinese medicine. Besides its ability to inhibit cancer cells, it had another miraculous effect: strengthening the human immune system.

Nowadays, many illnesses are related to immunity; it is low immunity that causes illnesses to linger.

Qiao Nian didn't feel at all that giving away the ten-million-yuan Flesh Lingzhi was a waste. She carried an air of nonchalant banditry, as if the treasure she had bid ten million for was nothing more than an ordinary health supplement.

(End of Chapter)