Chapter 1459: 1412 Turning Misfortune into Blessing, Turning Disaster into Auspiciousness

1412 Turning Misfortune into Blessing, Turning Disaster into Auspiciousness

Zheng Ren closed his eyes to rest his spirit, in the System Library he browsed books related to Qin Lu's condition.

Su Yun and Fan Tian Shui sat on the other side; on the plane they ate whatever was available, and they weren't picky.

Who knows how expensive the wine was, the two people gulped it down like cool water, making Qin Tang's eyelids twitch.

It's not that he dislikes the price; no matter how expensive the wine, to Qin Tang it was just loose change. He couldn't even call it silver; it was merely a drink.

He could feel that after downing a bottle of strong liquor in the car, by the time they got on the plane, the wary aura on the face and body of the big, burly man with a large frame faded bit by bit.

At this moment, Fan Tian Shui sat sprawled in his seat, holding a bottle of wine. Simply sitting there, but in his gaze, the cold look he gave people grew increasingly intense.

He had seen this kind of look before.

He had seen it in the eyes of many professionals, occupations, former bodyguards who had killed and seen blood.

But no one was more indifferent than Fan Tian Shui.

When he occasionally glanced at himself, it was like looking at a lump of meat, devoid of any feeling.

Calm, indifferent, ruthless.

Only when drinking with Su Yun, or occasionally glancing at Zheng Lao Ban, did he seem like a living person.

Where did they find this person?

Qin Tang was interested, but dared not stare at Fan Tian Shui for long.

Such outlaws sometimes even kill with a glance. Qin Tang, being a son of wealth and nobility, does not sit idle.

It's not worth taking even the slightest risk.

"Boss, you're not drinking, come have something to eat and chat." Su Yun then downed another bottle of wine.

When this guy drinks, he can tell the age of the oldest oak barrel, and he can crudely guzzle a bottle of inherited wine straight from the bottle.

"I'll rest a bit; after we land I still need to go see Qin Old Master." Zheng Ren opened his eyes and said with a smile.

A standard fake smile; Su Yun looked down on Zheng Ren. He didn't even think before saying that!

"Boss, let's head back a day later." Su Yun said.

"What are you up to?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Some tasty snacks: the pineapple buns from Jin Hua Restaurant, the fish soup from Ming Fa Tea House, the wife cakes from Yuan Lang Rong Hua, the... from Oil Hemp Ground... these are great side dishes for drinks." Saying this, Su Yun turned his head to look at Qin Tang.

"Qin Tang, get a few... cases of Iron Cap Moutai; this drink is too weak, really unsatisfying." Su Yun said.

"All right." Qin Tang nodded politely.

How many cases? Raising fish?

But he didn't say anything, just smiled in agreement.

As long as we can cure grandfather's illness, we can get whatever we need; what's a few cases of Maotai?

Although Iron Cap Moutai is aged and hard to come by, for the Qin family anything that can be solved with money is no trouble.

"Boss, any leads?" Su Yun suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Zheng Ren perked up; that question was problematic.

"Qin Old Master's illness?" Su Yun picked up another bottle of wine, its label yellowed, but he treated it like cool water and clinked it against Fan Tian Shui's bottle.

"None." Zheng Ren shook his head. "Look, listen, ask, feel—how can you diagnose without seeing the patient?"

"Nonsense, just now you gave the old squad leader's diagnosis—you said you'd give it, so you did." Su Yun was obviously disappointed, not knowing what this guy was thinking.

"Not the same." Zheng Ren said: "The old squad leader's condition is fairly typical—ion imbalance, acute kidney failure—although there wasn't..."

"Enough!" Su Yun laughed. "Finally we have a moment not to hear you lecture on case studies."

"It's not like you didn't bring it up first." Zheng Ren shook his head.

Qin Tang listened to their conversation, feeling a bit disappointed.

In that district hospital in the Imperial Capital, he heard that patients also had symptoms of drowsiness and fainting, and he had once ignited countless hopes.

But listening to Zheng Lao Ban, it was the same as what the doctors at Harmony Nurture Hospital said—that the old squad leader's condition and grandfather's illness were two different matters.

A female assistant in a short skirt walked over and handed Qin Tang a PAD.

He glanced at it, his hand trembling slightly.

"Hey, Qin Tang, is the old master alright?" Su Yun asked, not missing a single detail.

"Master Song says grandfather is fine—turning misfortune into blessing, disaster into auspiciousness." Qin Tang's excited tone subtly changed without him realizing.

"Nonsense." Su Yun said. "Why don't you let her cure your grandfather's illness directly?"

"Doctor Su." Qin Tang sat upright, solemn expression. "Master Song understands yin and yang, knows heavenly signs. I know you are a materialist and don't believe in such things, but please show Master Song at least basic respect."

Su Yun raised his eyebrows, sharp as a sword.

"All right, Su Yun." Zheng Ren smiled. "Since they say Qin Old Master's luck has been good lately, we can relax. Let's go take a look—if someone is sick they're a patient; could you even hope the patient gets worse?"

Patients…

Whether it was Su Yun, Qin Tang, or Zou Yu, none could accept that term.

Perhaps only in Zheng Ren's eyes were the wealthy Qin Lu Qin Old Master and the impoverished old squad leader who wanted to give up treatment the same kind of people—belonging to his own patients.

Su Yun gave Qin Tang a sideways glance, saying nothing.

Fan Tian Shui, following Su Yun's glance, gave Qin Tang a cold look, killing intent evident; Qin Tang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

From the Imperial Capital to Xianggang, with no stops the flight time is three and a half hours. The Qin family's private jet is a bit faster, landing at Xianggang International Airport in under three hours.

After disembarking, a line of black Rolls-Royces pulled straight up to the airport—really, not a step wasted.

Getting in the car, everyone remained silent, heading straight for Harmony Nurture Hospital.

Su Yun also stopped drinking; Zheng Ren knew this guy had a good grasp of his own alcohol tolerance.

Now he should be at the ideal drinking state—just a hint shy of tipsy, able to feel the alcohol's effect but not drunk.

It's said that at this point the mind is especially agile; Zheng Ren, not drinking, can't experience this.

Qin Tang did not get in the same vehicle as Zheng Ren; he obviously had something to get in touch about.

"Zheng Lao Ban, the straight-line distance between the Pengcheng Kaifaqu Renmin Yiyuan you previously went to and here is less than a hundred kilometers." Zou Yu said with a smile, occasionally glancing at Su Yun.

"Oh, that close." Zheng Ren casually brushed it off.

"Zheng Lao Ban, there are no outsiders; just ask you a question, you only need to lay out the basics." Zou Yu suddenly became serious.

"Qin Old Master's illness? Need to see the person in person." Zheng Ren said.

"You look at yourself." Zou Yu covered her mouth and laughed, "My father said, as long as you are willing to come, the chance of cure is over eighty percent. I'm not just studying under my father; I really don't understand—what exactly do you need to do."

"Your dad still has good eyesight." Su Yun laughed, "Same as my thinking, though I also don't know how the boss will do it."

Zou Yu looked angry, gazing at Su Yun, her brows and eyes full of charm.