Chapter 23: Deserving of the Title Divine Doctor

Zhang Yuru appeared extremely exhausted; she had just rushed over from the busyness of last night.

In order to handle urgent matters, she and Feng Yuanyuan had barely slept all night, contacting investment banks all over the country, and even now, they had not had a chance to catch their breath.

"Many thanks for Young Master Long's help!" Zhang Yuru said politely.

"Don't be so formal; is there any need for us to say thanks between us?" Long Yiqing replied with a smile, carrying a hint of self-satisfaction, "This time, our Long Family specially invited a top-tier medical team from abroad, specifically to treat Old Master Zhao."

Zhang Yuru nodded lightly, though she felt a bit helpless inside.

"That's right! The relationship between the Long Family and the Zhao Family will advance further, and in the future, we will definitely be able to suppress the Ma Family in the province." Long Yiqing continued, clearly very satisfied with this idea of his.

Just as they were talking, that medical team from overseas was already prepared.

Long Yiqing waved his hand proudly and led everyone toward the elevator.

When they arrived in front of the luxury suite on the top floor of the hotel, Zhao Taiheng's grandson, Zhao Baitong, opened the door. "Long Yiqing, what is the meaning of this?" When he saw Zhang Yuru behind him, the smile on his face vanished instantly.

Long Yiqing did not notice the change in atmosphere and continued enthusiastically: "Brother Zhao, I heard the Old Master is unwell, so my family specially invited an expert team from abroad, hoping to help with the treatment."

However, Zhao Baitong's reply was cold and firm: "No need, my grandfather's illness is already being handled by someone else; you all should go back."

Long Yiqing wanted to persuade Zhao Baitong, but the other party was clearly impatient and directly issued an order to leave.

Just at this moment, Zhao Taiheng's voice came from inside the room, ordering his granddaughter Yuan'er and Lin Yu to leave for a moment.

Hearing this, both Long Yiqing and Zhang Yuru were stunned; Lin Yu was actually here?

"The person you mentioned who can treat the Old Master's illness is Lin Yu?" Long Yiqing asked in disbelief.

"It is indeed Zhang Zong's former husband, Lin Yu." Zhao Baitong responded simply, then closed the door, leaving behind a confused Long Yiqing and an equally shocked Zhang Yuru.

Zhao Baitong's words made Long Yiqing realize that his proposal seemed to have offended the Zhao Family, and he felt even more embarrassed when he cast a disdainful glance at those foreign doctors.

After all, this team was one that the Long Family had spent great effort to invite from abroad.

In order to draw closer to the Zhao Family, the Long Family had spent over ten million to invite a professional team to plan an important family gathering.

And in this event, the older generation of the Long Family hoped to let the young Long Yiqing and the equally young Zhao Yuan'er get to know each other; they harbored a greater wish in their hearts: to facilitate a marriage between the two families.

As for Zhang Yuru, she was merely a pawn in the Long Family's grand scheme to annex the Zhang Group, which was why she was allowed to participate, and even why Long Yiqing was made to propose to her.

"President Zhao, there might be some misunderstanding here; Lin Yu really doesn't know medicine..." Zhang Yuru couldn't help but step forward to explain.

She felt that Lin Yu seemed to be deliberately causing trouble, just like before at the Ma Family; now, facing the Old Master of the Zhao Family, Lin Yu's behavior made her feel confused.

"Enough!" Zhao Baitong suddenly interrupted Zhang Yuru's words and said sarcastically: "Why are you the same tone as your brother Zhang Bin? Saying there's a misunderstanding—what misunderstanding could I have!"

Mentioning Zhang Bin, Zhang Yuru was stunned, not understanding what Zhao Baitong meant.

Zhao Baitong looked at her with a mocking gaze and continued: "That's right, your brother went to trouble Lin Yu and ended up being taught a lesson by my people."

After speaking, Zhao Baitong and his sister walked toward the elevator; just before entering, he looked back at Zhang Yuru and said: "Zhang Yuru, divorcing Lin Yu was the biggest mistake of your life!"

Seeing Zhao Baitong and his sister leave, Zhang Yuru realized that perhaps it was because of her presence that this meeting had gone poorly.

Therefore, she felt guilty and said to Long Yiqing: "Young Master Long, I'm sorry, if I hadn't come, maybe..."

However, Long Yiqing acted very confidently: "This has nothing to do with you. Besides, what does Lin Yu know about medicine? Can he cure Old Master Zhao? I don't believe it! Trust me, Zhao Baitong will come looking for me sooner or later."

Zhang Yuru agreed with Long Yiqing's view; after all, in all the years she had been with Lin Yu from dating to marriage, she had never heard that he knew medicine.

Subsequently, the two led the medical team downstairs, and Zhang Yuru said goodbye to Long Yiqing on the first floor of the Huacheng Hotel.

"Zhang Yuru, when Zhao Baitong contacts me, I will definitely notify you to go together," Long Yiqing promised.

"Thank you, Young Master Long, please take care. I have a financing banquet to attend tonight, so I won't see you off," Zhang Yuru responded politely.

"Alright, I'm leaving first; remember to find me if you encounter any difficulties!" Long Yiqing left after saying this.

Watching Long Yiqing leave, Zhang Yuru's mood became heavy. She really wanted to return to the top floor of the hotel, knock on the door of the Supreme Suite, and expose Lin Yu's lies.

But considering her previous experiences, she ultimately chose to suppress this impulse.

At this very moment, inside the Supreme Suite, Lin Yu was focused on performing Acupuncture treatment for Zhao Taiheng.

As the treatment process deepened, Lin Yu's expression became increasingly serious, and he used various techniques flexibly with the Silver Needle in his hand.

Gradually, sweat began to gather on his forehead, and his movements slowed down slightly.

About half an hour later, Zhao Taiheng suddenly said: "I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Lin Yu let out a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face. Soon, Zhao Baitong returned, holding various ingredients: "Lin Yu, make a medicinal meal for Grandfather!"

Lin Yu did not decline, and Zhao Baizhang even personally instructed the hotel manager to move the necessary kitchenware into the luxury suite.

Soon, a bowl of nourishing soup emitting a faint herbal fragrance was served in front of Zhao Taiheng.

The Old Master finished this bowl of specially prepared dish almost in one breath, and then felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him.

Lin Yu said softly to the old man: "You should get some good rest; you can eat whatever you want when you wake up, don't worry too much."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Taiheng's eyelids were already starting to fight. "You brat, don't lie to me; when I wake up, I want to eat braised..." Before he could finish his sentence, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhao Baizhang patted Lin Yu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law really has some skills; you are worthy of being a Divine Doctor!"

But Lin Yu only lowered his head silently, his eyes heavy as he looked at the figure of Zhao Yuan'er.

The longing for his sister surged in his heart once again.

Zhao Baizhang saw Lin Yu's thoughts and comforted him: "Don't overthink it, let's go; we should also relax a bit. It's been a long time, how about we have a drink together?"

Night fell, and in the lobby of the Huacheng Hotel, Zhang Yuru and the senior executives of the Zhang Group were welcoming a group of distinguished guests.

After their efforts last night, they had successfully invited representatives from over a dozen investment banks, all of whom had rushed over to attend the financing banquet held for the Zhang Group tonight.