The Young Matriarch

Chapter 68: Holding a Rehabilitation Banquet

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Holding a Rehabilitation Banquet

Everyone looked at him with admiration, as people instinctively revere scholars and doctors.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man who had been silent cleared his throat and clapped his hands, saying, “Now that dad is going to get better, we must throw a banquet to celebrate your recovery.”

The middle-aged man who spoke was Duan Feihan’s older brother, Duan Xiuhao, and Duan Xingye’s father.

Everyone nodded in agreement—so many in Haicheng were waiting for the old master of the Duan Family to die, eager to see a joke made of them, so throwing a celebration banquet for his recovery would infuriate that bunch.

The old master of the Duan Family had just thought he was about to be pricked to death by Liu Zhen, but now he felt much lighter and more comfortable. His mood improved along with his health, and he laughed, “Good, let’s have a banquet.”

Observing his father’s mood, Duan Xiuhao suddenly said with a smile, “Dad, I’ll introduce you to a young man at the banquet. He’s about the same age as Xingye but much more outstanding.”

Everyone was so immersed in the joy of the old master’s impending recovery that they didn’t pay much attention to Duan Xiuhao’s mention of this outstanding young man.

Standing on the outskirts of the crowd with a radiant smile, Tong Yunrou thought that with the old master getting better, Duan Xiuqi would have no excuse to delay the wedding. Even the heavens seemed to be helping her…

When a phone call came, Tong Yunrou’s expression changed, and she carefully stepped aside with her phone to answer in a hushed voice, “Did you find out? Who is it? Where?”

The bill demanding payment from Bai Chu had been sent via courier, and since the delivery service was under a real-name system, it wasn’t hard to find the person.

The person on the other end mentioned a name that made Tong Yunrou’s expression turn odd, “Who? The Qi Family’s eldest son, Qi Mo?”

Tong Yunrou was confused; how did Bai Chu get involved with Qi Mo?

Perhaps ordinary people didn’t know who Qi Mo was, but they would definitely have heard of the Qi Family, one of the eight grand families of China, and they would certainly know the smartphone brand Mo Yun!

Qi Mo was the household head of the Qi Family, an elite figure on par with the fourth master Duan.

How could a woman like Bai Chu know someone from the Qi Family?

“Miss Tong, what are you talking about? Qi Mo?” Suddenly a deep voice that resonated like a plucked harp came from behind her. Tong Yunrou’s legs went weak, and she hurriedly turned around.

Duan Feihan stood three meters behind her, the evening sunlight casting a golden glow on his shoulders.

Tong Yunrou nearly had a heart attack from the fright of Duan Feihan; she had heard that the fourth master was also privately searching for that woman, Bai Chu. She laughed nervously, “Nothing, nothing at all. It’s just that Xiuqi’s endorsement with Mo Yun smartphones was withdrawn, and I heard that Mo Yun smartphones belong to Qi Mo of the Qi Family.”

Tong Yunrou changed the subject, “Why are you out here, fourth master? Aren’t you with the old master?”

Duan Feihan replied indifferently, “My father is about to recover, and I wanted to make a call to thank Divine Doctor Bai.”

Tong Yunrou smiled and nodded, though she felt somewhat at a loss inside. That high school student called Bai Chuwei might really know some medicine, but she most certainly couldn’t be the Ancestral Master.

Just how significant was the title of Ancestral Master? Across the entire two thousand years of medical history in China, probably only Shennong could be called the Ancestral Master. A mere girl surely couldn’t bear the weight of that title!

Liu Zhen’s brain wasn’t clear, and she didn’t understand what the fourth master was thinking either.

Tong Yunrou hurried away, while Duan Feihan took out a black smartphone and dialed a number…

Bai Family

On the third floor, the small attic had its windows open, with the spring breeze blowing gently inside.

In front of the desk by the window sat a beautiful young girl, holding a pair of small scissors leisurely cutting paper figures and muttering to herself, “My little darlings, be sure to help me with my homework.”