Chapter 22

Just as Zhang Bin was getting carried away, a voice came from outside, interrupting his wild words: "Really? Could it be that in Huacheng, your sister is more powerful than the Long family?"

Zhang Bin was thinking about how to deal with Lin Yu, and upon hearing this, immediately turned his head and cursed: "Where did this guy come from? Knowing I am Zhang Yuru's brother, he still dares to talk to me like that."

Before the words were finished, he jumped off the chair and put on a fawning smile to welcome the newcomer.

"Isn't this President Zhao of the Sanxin Group! Why have you come here?"

Several luxury cars were parked outside the door, and a group of bodyguards escorted the Zhao siblings.

The elder brother, Zhao Baitong, glanced at Zhang Bin and asked: "I don't really know you, who are you?"

Zhang Bin hurriedly explained: "I am Zhang Yuru's own brother, Zhang Bin. We have met in the provincial capital!"

Zhao Baitong froze upon hearing the name Zhang Yuru, then revealed a meaningful smile; clearly, he did not remember who Zhang Bin was at all. However, since this person claimed to be Zhang Yuru's brother, things became interesting.

"That's right! At that gathering half a year ago, I attended with my sister, and we chatted!" Zhang Bin thought the other party had remembered him and continued to fawn.

Zhao Baitong was not only the president of the Sanxin Group but also the eldest son of the most influential Zhao family in the provincial capital.

Even the renowned Long family and the Ma family with their prominent background had to give the Zhao family some face.

"What a coincidence!" Zhao Baitong smiled and waved at the bodyguards behind him. "Break his other arm, vent some anger for my brother-in-law!"

"Yes, President Zhao!" The bodyguards responded and moved.

Zhang Bin had not yet understood what had happened before he was pressed to the ground. He did not know who President Zhao's brother-in-law was, but in this situation, admitting his mistake and begging for mercy was the only choice.

"President Zhao, for my sister's sake, spare me! I really know I was wrong," Zhang Bin pleaded.

His few small followers saw their boss being subdued on the ground and wanted to rush forward to help.

But before they could get close, President Zhao's two bodyguards had already drawn their guns and aimed them at this group of restless little thugs.

The President looked down at Zhang Bin on the ground and asked with a trace of mockery: "Do you know what you did wrong?"

Zhang Bin realized there might be a misunderstanding here and explained urgently: "President Zhao, there must be some misunderstanding between us. I really don't know your brother-in-law, and I have never offended him..."

"Wrong!" The President interrupted him impatiently, and with a wave of his hand, the bodyguards acted immediately.

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, Zhang Bin's body suffered inhuman torture, and that uninjured arm was also twisted into a strange angle. The followers who saw this scene were terrified and instantly scattered like birds and beasts.

The President sneered at his own behavior: "I don't know if my brother-in-law will be satisfied with such a greeting gift."

"President Zhao, please tell me, how did I offend your brother-in-law? I don't even know him at all!" Zhang Bin questioned stubbornly through the sharp pain.

The President turned to look at Lin Yu on the side and said with a half-smile: "You must know my brother-in-law, right, brother-in-law?"

Lin Yu leaned against the door of Zhongcaotang and corrected slowly: "I am not married to your sister, this kind of talk shouldn't be said randomly."

Hearing this, Zhang Bin was completely confused and said angrily: "How could President Zhao's brother-in-law be this kind of person? It must be a mistake."

However, the President just sneered: "Daring to call my brother-in-law scum, beat him."

Thus, Zhang Bin suffered another beating. Lin Yu frowned and said: "If you're going to beat him, don't do it here; don't dirty my place." Having said that, he turned and went back into the shop.

The President signaled the bodyguards to drag Zhang Bin away, and then he himself walked into the shop, where Zhao Yuan'er was holding Lin Yu's hand, seemingly having something to say.

The President spoke for his sister: "Since you and Zhang Yuru have already divorced, then marry my sister! You have had an engagement since childhood; if it weren't for Zhang Yuru, you should have married my sister long ago."

But Lin Yu answered firmly: "Even without Zhang Yuru, I would not marry Yuan'er."

Zhao Yuan'er was full of confusion and questioned Lin Yu: "Why? Is it because I look like your sister?"

This time, Lin Yu was not angry, but gazed at Zhao Yuan'er. She had an angelic face, a charming figure, and a prominent family background, but he had a different answer in his heart.

Lin Yu did not feel a heartbeat for the woman in front of him, even though many men dreamed of marrying her. He just looked at her quietly and said softly: "If she were still here, she should look very much like you."

This sentence made the Zhao siblings silent for a moment, and finally, the elder brother, Zhao Baitong, broke the silence: "We are not here to force you to remarry. Grandpa is sick, and he wants to see you."

Lin Yu opened his eyes wide in surprise, "What's wrong with Grandpa?"

"Who knows? I'm not a doctor," Zhao Baitong gave a bitter smile. "But I remember you said that Grandpa could still live fifteen good years. Only ten years have passed, yet his condition has taken a turn for the worse."

Memories flooded back, and Lin Yu remembered ten years ago, when his sister had not yet gone missing.

That time, he and his father went to the provincial capital to diagnose Zhao Baitong's grandfather.

Miao Street's Zhongcaotang was an old shop passed down for a hundred years in the Lin family, and the Lin family's medical skills were passed down from generation to generation; Lin Yu's generation was already the thirteenth.

Having followed his father to study the "Lin Family Profound Medicine Shangqing Medical Canon" since childhood, Lin Yu was recognized by his father as having surpassed his skills at the age of ten.

By the age of fifteen, he was already somewhat famous on Miao Street. After curing Zhao Taiheng that time, Lin Yu confidently predicted that the old man had fifteen years of life left.

At that time, Zhao Taiheng had just passed his sixtieth birthday and was sickly, but upon hearing this, he was overjoyed and immediately proposed that his granddaughter Zhao Yuan'er be engaged to Lin Yu.

After all, at that age, Lin Yu was already famous and was expected to become a Divine Doctor of a generation.

And now, facing Zhao Baitong's words, Lin Yu decided to act: "Take me to see Grandpa Zhao."

"He is at the Huacheng Hotel, he arrived yesterday, heard you just divorced Zhang Yuru," Zhao Baitong said, greeting the bodyguards outside to open the car door, and the two got into the car together.

In the car, Zhao Baitong described his grandfather's condition: loss of appetite, constant vomiting, and in the last few days, he couldn't even eat.

Listening to these symptoms, Lin Yu felt confused, because this did not seem like the manifestation of any specific disease.

When they arrived at the Huacheng Hotel, a motorcade from the Long family also happened to stop at the hotel entrance. After the young master of the Huacheng Long family, Long Yiqing, got out of the car, he personally opened the door for Zhang Yuru.

Zhang Yuru had found Long Yiqing after returning from the Ma family, seeking support.

For Long Yiqing, Zhang Yuru's divorce and the failure of the Zhang Clan's cooperation with the Ma family were two birds with one stone.

After receiving Zhang Yuru's call, Long Yiqing immediately invited her to meet, promising to help her re-establish a cooperative relationship with the Zhao family in the provincial capital.

Seeing Zhang Yuru, Long Yiqing said enthusiastically: "Half a year ago, you met Young Master Zhao once, right? Regarding the Zhang Clan's financing, you can also discuss it with him."