Chapter 41: Worried Su Xueyan

After Yang Wencheng left, the people in Ji Shi Tang never stopped.

From opening in the morning until the afternoon, Jiang Feng never put down the Pulse Pillow in his hand, so busy that he didn't even have time to take a sip of water.

Hua Jing helped out nearby as an assistant, initially worrying that Yang Wencheng might bring people to cause trouble.

But after waiting the whole morning without seeing even a ghostly figure, he gradually relaxed.

"Jiang Feng, your technique is truly impressive!"

Hua Jing, while wrapping medicine for the patient, expressed admiration.

"Just now, that old cold-leg of Zhang Daye, you pressed for ten minutes, and he could walk on his own, more effective than the half‑month of acupuncture I gave him before!"

Jiang Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, laughed and teased: "You, old Hua Lao, aren't bad either; you fetch medicine faster than I do, it's just that age has dulled your eyesight, and you almost took angelica root for Sichuan lovage just now."

"You little brat!"

Hua Jing laughed scoldingly: "I'm just dizzy from being so busy! Besides, with my dim eyesight, I'll have to rely on you to take on more responsibilities in the future."

"Alright, then I win, as long as you, old man, don't mind the fatigue…"

Jiang Feng also knew that although Hua Jing said he would transfer the Medical Hall, he still couldn't let go of the neighborhood here.

Not all doctors are like Yang Wencheng.

Only someone like Hua Lao is worthy of his respect.

A middle‑aged woman who had just finished acupuncture by Jiang Feng smiled with a flushed face.

"Doctor Jiang, Hua Lao, the two of you make an unbeatable team! From now on we'll trust Ji Shi Tang for treatment and never go to the Renxin Hall across the street. Yang Wencheng that old man is black‑hearted; the medicine he prescribed last time didn't improve me after half a month, and he charged me over two hundred!"

"Exactly!"

Everyone has long suffered because of Yang Wencheng, and now they each begin to vent.

Thus, the two were busy until dusk, the sun nearly setting, and after the last patient left, Jiang Feng finally exhaled, collapsing onto a chair.

Hua Jing tidied the medicine cabinet, locked the drawer, and said to Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng, you've worked hard today; I'm heading to the Maple Leaf Bar to check on Qian Xue. That girl just woke up, and I'm uneasy. You should also go back early to rest."

"Alright, Hua Lao, take care on the road."

Jiang Feng nodded, watching Hua Jing walk away carrying a Medicine Bag.

He suddenly recalled that Su Xueyan had been leaving early and returning late these past days, and yesterday she came back looking pale; he wondered how the company matters were being handled.

He tidied up, locked the door of Ji Shi Tang, hailed a car, and rushed toward the Su Group.

The Su Group is located in an office building in the city center.

At this time, few people were still working inside the Su Group.

Jiang Feng had never been here, so he called to ask Su Lao.

Soon, a security guard walked over.

"Mr. Jiang, right?"

The guard respectfully helped swipe the card and said to Jiang Feng, "President Su is in the top‑floor office."

Soon, Jiang Feng took the elevator to the top floor.

The top floor had only a CEO office, its light still on.

He gently pushed the door open and heard Su Xueyan on the phone, her voice a little weary yet still courteous.

"President Wang, if you could grant me a few more days, I'll definitely find Yun Mengrou's contact info; we can't let this partnership fall through…"

He didn't know what was said on the other end, but Su Xueyan's brows furrowed and her tone softened.

"Okay, I understand. I'll give you an answer tomorrow, thank you, President Wang."

She hung up, let out a long sigh, massaged her temples, and turned to fetch the documents.

At that moment, she suddenly saw Jiang Feng standing in the doorway.

She was first stunned, then her eyes lit up as she hurried over: "Jiang Feng? Why are you here?"

"I came to see you."

Jiang Feng entered, and casually handed her the milk tea he was holding.

"Seeing you leave early and return late every day, I was afraid you'd wear yourself out, so I came to check on you."

Su Xueyan took the milk tea, felt warmth in her heart, opened the straw, took a sip, and a long‑missed smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you, I was a bit thirsty."

She pulled Jiang Feng onto the sofa, pointing at the towering stack of documents on the table.

"The company has been busy lately, I've been a bit occupied, sorry for worrying you."

Jiang Feng looked at the faint dark circles under her eyes: "You still need to eat and sleep even when busy. Look at your face; you've lost a layer of flesh. If you keep pushing like this, you'll end up sick. Tell me, what actually happened? Don't say it's just ordinary work stress; the anxiety in your eyes can't be hidden."

"Nothing much..."

Su Xueyan still tried to conceal it.

But with Su Lao not present, Jiang Feng was unreserved and kept staring at Su Xueyan.

Su Xueyan looked at Jiang Feng's serious gaze, knew she couldn't hide it, and sighed: "Actually… the biggest partnership for the second half of the year hit a snag. The other side is a cosmetics company; we were about to sign the contract, but they suddenly said they must have Yun Mengrou endorse their product, otherwise they won't cooperate."

"Yun Mengrou?"

Jiang Feng raised an eyebrow, vaguely feeling the name sounded familiar.

"Wait, isn't that the female star we rescued at the music festival last time?"

"Yes, you should know."

Su Xueyan nodded, her tone full of helplessness, "Yun Mengrou has been especially popular lately, with many fans; they just want to ride her hype. I've contacted many people but can't reach her team. I heard she had an accident during her performance at the music festival a few days ago—an asthma attack—and has since stopped all work, even public events, and can't be found at all."

She picked up the cooperation proposal on the table and handed it to Jiang Feng.

"This partnership is crucial for the company; if it falls through, the second‑half performance will be heavily impacted. I've been networking these past days, but I can't reach Yun Mengrou—I'm almost dying of worry."

Jiang Feng took the proposal, flipped through it, seeing the partner brand's logo and a photo of Yun Mengrou.

The girl in the photo smiles sweetly, a world apart from how she fainted on stage that day.

He touched his chin, tone relaxed: "What big deal is it, isn't it just looking for someone? Don't worry."

"You don't know, the person who can contact the Yunmeng Soft team told me that Yunmeng Soft won't be operating again in the second half of the year, how could I not be anxious?"

Su Xueyan's mood didn't improve at this moment; instead she felt even worse.

Grandfather had only just handed the company to her, and if she loses this big client, although Grandfather wouldn't blame her, she would have no face to remain in the CEO position.

At that moment, Jiang Feng seemed to recall something, patted his chest, then took out a card.

"Oh, it's good this thing is still here, here… take a look, maybe it can help you."

"What…"

Su Xueyan took the card, glanced at it lightly, but the next second her eyes widened.

"A Business Card of Yunmeng Soft's assistant? Is this real or false?"

"Jiang Feng, how do you know Yunmeng Soft?"