Chapter 1597: 1546 Great Earth Master (Alliance Leader Dongming--Xingye United Bonus Chapter 4)

After all that running around, I still haven't had a meal.

After seeing off Yan Master, he said nothing, but stared at Zheng Ren with his blank, white eyes for a while, making Zheng Ren feel a bit creeped out.

After parting, Chu Huainan saw Yan Master off, while Song Ying escorted Zheng Ren back to Golden Palm.

"Boss Zheng, you're too blunt." Song Ying sat opposite Zheng Ren and said.

"To be frank, we're all sick—what's there to be polite about?" Zheng Ren chuckled and said.

"He..."

"Brother Song, I think you're overcomplicating things." Su Yun said dismissively: "You don't actually believe all that, do you?"

"Sometimes you can't not believe it." Song Ying laughed: "Most of the rumors about Yan Master are just gossip, but I once heard my brother say that when his sister-in-law died, he got drunk and spouted nonsense. Afterwards he denied it, but I think it's true."

"What is it? Tell me." With nothing else going on, Su Yun visibly relaxed, holding up the iron-capped Maotai, and said:

"Have a bite first; you've been busy all evening—don't wear yourself out." Song Ying said with a smile.

The three casually found a barbecue joint; Su Yun walked in carrying the iron-capped Maotai, drawing a few disdainful glances.

Basically, anyone who swaggers in flaunting Maotai like that is just showing off, putting on an act.

Su Yun didn't care, ordering all kinds of skewers and grilled meat, filling the table.

Song Ying usually lives a refined life, but when he's with Zheng Ren and Su Yun, he becomes much rougher.

"My brother says, in this life, you never really know what truly belongs to you." After ordering, Song Ying began to speak.

"Living like that is just too clueless."

Song Ying just smiled, asked for two cups, opened the Maotai, didn't let Zheng Ren have any, and poured a cup each for himself and Su Yun.

"You know the old Azure Cloud Guesthouse in Yangcheng, right?" Song Ying asked.

"I've heard of it."

"It seems to have gone under long ago."

"Well, back then the feng shui of that plot was actually not bad. Later someone hired Yan Master to see how they could ruin the Azure Cloud Guesthouse. Yan Master then designed a spirit turtle pattern and, following it, built a new hotel."

"That's it?"

"The specific details are complicated—I don't understand them either. The hotel's entrance corridor, designed by Yan Master, resembles a turtle poking its head out, with a pool in front, upright decorative lights like bubbles blown by a turtle. Underground, they laid turtle-shell masonry, and the outer walls initially bore a turtle-shell pattern." Song Ying said.

"I get it! The famed showdown among Yangcheng's four top hotels twenty years ago." Zheng Ren suddenly said.

"Exactly. Afterward, the opposition hired many people, but they all fell one by one to Yan Master."

"That's pretty interesting." Zheng Ren laughed and started eating, not really taking to heart what Song Ying had said.

"Later, the Azure Cloud Hotel underwent some renovations, but when it comes to feng shui, who could rival Yan Master? Boss Zheng, you know the rest." Song Ying said.

"Well, later it went bankrupt and was bought out by a company. In the end, it still went by the name Azure Cloud Guesthouse, upgraded to five-star." Zheng Ren said.

Song Ying looked at Zheng Ren, laughing.

"Brother Song, you've talked half the day and barely touched your drink." Su Yun raised her cup: "Stop fishing, let's have one."

"Drink less, drink slowly." Zheng Ren said leisurely.

Song Ying downed the cup in one gulp, sat up straight, looked at Zheng Ren, and said seriously:

"Boss Zheng, don't blame me for meddling. You're a materialist—you don't believe in this stuff. But…"

"I know, I've always just respected it from afar. Look, he came for a checkup, and I gave him one too."

"How effective is the treatment, exactly? Give me the lowdown." Song Ying asked.

After winding this way and that, we finally ended up here.

After all that talk, this is what Song Ying actually cares about.

Zheng Ren chuckled; Song Ying overthinks too much, chatting with him is a bit tiring. Maybe he didn't mean it that way—I'm just reading too much into it.

"From the third to fourth day after treatment, the left eye's vision begins to improve, should recover to the 35 cm index. Around twenty days later, the left eye vision recovers to 0.3, while the right eye won't." Zheng Ren said firmly: "Because the treatment was a bit late, I can only preserve the left eye at 0.3; any more is unlikely."

Song Ying nodded, noted down Zheng Ren's stated time and effect, then began clinking cups with Su Yun and drinking.

After downing two bottles of iron-capped Maotai, Song Ying wanted to get more, but Zheng Ren stopped her.

"We have things to do tomorrow—don't drink so much." Zheng Ren said.

"What's up?" Su Yun asked.

"The community hospital should be able to open; if Sister Lin needs a ribbon-cutting or something, go help me." Zheng Ren said.

"Such a big deal, and you're not even going yourself?" Su Yun spat out the words 'in person' with extreme disdain, a wave of scorn washing over.

"Too many people and it's annoying."

"Do you have claustrophobia? Or social anxiety? It's a psychological disorder—want to see a counselor to get treated?" Su Yun asked.

"I'm quite knowledgeable about psychology." Zheng Ren said, "If I can't diagnose social anxiety, it's just laziness acting up—late-stage, untreatable."

"Such a big matter with the community hospital, and you…"

"It's fine; once it opens, there'll be plenty to keep you busy. Now you feel leisurely, but later you might not." Zheng Ren said.

"I don't handle those anyway; later I'll round up a bunch of continuing-education students. By the way, the second batch of trainees will arrive in a few days." Su Yun said.

"Good, just when they arrive we can grab a few domestic directors to get to work." Zheng Ren said.

"Director Zhou has it all set, bringing his subordinates, the Inpatient Chiefs. They're all in their thirties—prime working age." Speaking of this, Su Yun brightened up.

As for the Inpatient Chiefs, the most miserable one is Zhou Litao.

Just thinking about that guy still hoping to finish his Inpatient Chief stint to go find a girlfriend makes his freckles seem to fly off his face, and Su Yun inexplicably feels happy.

Hearing the two bicker, Song Ying knew this meal was over.

He then went to pay the bill, and afterward politely saw the two of them back.

Seeing them enter the building, Song Ying lit a cigarette, silently puffing. After ten minutes, he finally stubbed out the butt that had burned down to the filter and tossed it into the trash can.

Only then did he take out his phone and place a call.

"Brother, I asked."

Zheng Lao Ban said, "From the 3rd to 4th day after treatment, the left eye's vision begins to improve; it should be able to recover to the 35 cm index. Around 20 days later, the left eye's vision recovers to 0.3, but the right eye just won't." Song Ying repeated Zheng Ren's words verbatim, not a single word wrong.

Specifically, I'll send you a message. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ying raised his head, looking at the 23rd floor where the lights had not come on for a long time, and a hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Lao Ban, this person is utterly pure; I've never seen anyone as pure as him.