Given his status as a major general, if it weren’t for his master’s teachings that he must never back down from helping a patient no matter the circumstances, Xu Fei would’ve long since dusted off his hands and walked away.
Though he could somewhat understand Uncle He’s suspicion towards him as a means of protecting Yao Manyun, it still felt, to him, a tad disrespectful!
After a brief moment of thought, Xu Fei decided he didn’t want any more complications. If he didn’t show his true skills, just clearing up these doubts could waste a ton of time.
So, with lightning speed, Xu Fei darted to Uncle He’s side, lightly tapped his wrist with a finger, and returned to his original spot.
The whole move was so swift that Uncle He only reacted after Xu Fei was already back in place.
“Hm? You little punk dared to make a move? I knew there was something off about you…”
Uncle He’s suspicions naturally deepened after snapping out of it, but before he could finish, Xu Fei cut him off.
“Alright, alright, shut it already. I was going to spare you some face since you’re older, but you just won’t let it go.”
“You want to know if I’m worthy of being called a miracle doctor, right? Fine, I’ll prove it to you!”
With that, Xu Fei looked Uncle He up and down, carefully sizing him up. Combined with the info he’d just gleaned from the man’s pulse, Xu Fei felt pretty confident.
“You look sturdy and healthy, but due to an old hidden injury, plus years of late nights and irregular habits, your heart’s under a heavy strain, isn’t it? You get palpitations and chest pain, don’t you?”
At those words, Uncle He, who’d just been full of complaints about Xu Fei, froze on the spot.
“You… how did you know that?”
“I just took your pulse, so do you still want to doubt my medical skills?”
Uncle He’s face went through a whirlwind of expressions, shock turning to shame, then to flattery, as he grinned broadly at Xu Fei.
“Heh heh heh, young man, don’t mind me, I’m old and maybe a bit too paranoid about everything. Er, miracle doctor, please, hop in the car!”
Now it was Uncle He’s turn to respectfully open the car door for Xu Fei.
Xu Fei didn’t say much, this was the outcome he wanted, so he slid into the back seat.
Yao Manyun joined him, sitting beside Xu Fei, and once Uncle He took the front passenger seat, he waved grandly. The Porsche Cayenne set off again, heading straight for the Yao estate.
Back when Xu Fei was in Jiangbei, he’d visited plenty of big family estates.
Those places were all scenic manors, and now, seeing the Yao estate, it really held its own against those grand families of the past.
With Uncle He leading the way, the journey into the estate was smooth sailing, until a massive villa came into view and the car slowly pulled to a stop.
Uncle He leapt out of the front seat, skipping past Miss Yao Manyun entirely to open Xu Fei’s door first.
This shift in attitude made Xu Fei chuckle wryly. He nodded, stepped out, and couldn’t help but ask, “So, which old master of your Yao family is gravely ill this time?”
