Volume 1 Chapter 126

  Fang Mo Nan and Cheng Shi Xi were chatting idly in the car, while Hong Yao Qiang watched as the car disappeared from view before turning around to walk up the steps.

  "Master, your eyes are completely healed. Should we inform the old master about it? It would also make Biao excited." asked Bing Shu.

  "Yes! Father will be overjoyed." Angie excitedly ran into the house, "I'll go make a phone call."

  "Come back!" Hong Yaoqiang said coldly. An Qi'er looked at her big brother in surprise, "Follow me." The three of them walked to the study room.

  "There's no hurry in telling Father about this." Hong Yaoqiang sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, saying calmly.

  "Why?" Angel blinked her eyes curiously and asked, "Isn't this a good thing?"

  "That car accident back then, no one has been found to have tampered with my brakes yet, don't stir up trouble for nothing!" Hong Yaoqiang said coldly. It's just right that the enemy is in the light and I am in the dark, it's time to clean up the door too.

  "That's right." Uncle Bing nodded and said.

  Hong Yaoqiang spoke in a gentle tone, "An Qi'er, wouldn't it be better to wait for a while and catch the real culprit before telling Father together?" But in his heart, he sneered, planning to give Father a big gift at that time, letting him 'enjoy' it.

  "Anqi'er thought for a moment and said: 'Hmm! That's good. Big brother's safety is the most important.' 'If that's all, I'll go out first.'"

  After Angel left, Hong Yaoqiang's face suddenly turned gloomy, put on sunglasses, stood up, walked to the window, gazed at the desolate scenery outside, and said faintly to Uncle Bing: "Watch Miss these days, don't let her inadvertently leak out the news."

  Uncle Ping looked at his lonely back with a heavy heart. In the days since Young Master lost his sight, the ruthless Old Master had not come to visit him even once. For the Young Master who had lost his right to inherit and also lost his family's love, Uncle Ping felt sorry for him. The Young Master actually hoped deep down that the Old Master would come to see him, so under this double blow, the Young Master could still muster up the courage to carry on, it was really remarkable, unexpectedly, he had to thank Young Master Xi.

  He watched as the young master walked alone, his eyes becoming moist, and he choked back a sob: "I understand, Young Master doesn't plan to let them off, does he?" No matter how you put it, it's a tragic tale of flesh and blood turning against each other. Regardless of who wins or loses, it's a human tragedy.

  "Uncle Bing! Do you think they'll let me off?" Hong Yaoqiang snorted, "The competition among the masters was originally based on individual abilities, a world where the strong prey on the weak. The means are too despicable, and there's no such thing as family affection to speak of. I should have seen through it long ago."

  "Alas!" A sigh from Uncle Biao, which fully expressed the young master's helplessness and sorrow.

  Hong Yaoqiang gazed intently at the tender green shoots emerging from the tree branches, and for a moment, the desolate scene in the courtyard was swept away. Spring had truly arrived. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought of Dr. Fang Mernan, whose heart was indeed delicate and meticulous, with thoughts that were subtle and refined. On the surface, she appeared calm and composed, but in reality, she was always cautious and on guard, never willing to linger for a moment after finishing her medical rounds. Judging from her expression, one could infer their background, and to avoid causing her trouble, it seemed that he would have to repay this favor in secret from now on.

  Cheng Shixi sent Fang Monan back to Los Angeles, and after saying goodbye to him, he watched her walk into the hotel without looking back. He shook his head helplessly, she really didn't have any 'lingering affection' for him at all. He also wanted to go back as soon as possible to discuss with Qiang Ge, to catch those rats in the sewers.

  Fang Mo Nan naturally didn't want to have too much contact with them, first meeting Cheng Shi Xi in the casino city. This time treating his illness also revealed the bullets on old steward's body, all showing that they had a dark background. It was just treating an illness, not wanting to delve too deeply into their lives. The martial arts competition in the morning was also to show them that he wasn't a weak and helpless little boy, their relationship was only limited to doctor and patient.

  Fang Mengnan stepped out of the elevator and knocked on Jerry's door. Fortunately, he was in his room. "Wow! You're back so soon." Jerry said in surprise as he looked at her standing at the doorway.

  "After seeing the doctor, I came back since there's nothing wrong." Fang Mo Nan said with a wave of his hand.

  "Oh! Come on, tell me in detail about your diagnostic process." Jerry urged.

  Fang Mò Nán explained the process of treating the disease in detail, and Jerry listened to it with a sense of wonder, "It seems that machines are not omnipotent after all."

  "Nothing new over there, I suppose?"

  "No, Andrew didn't come looking for me, no news is good news!" Jerry said.

  "Oh!" Fang Mo Nan raised an eyebrow and said: "How did you get to know Andrew?"

  Upon hearing her words, Jerry exclaimed in surprise: "We're alumni, university classmates, how come I didn't tell you?"

  "No." Fang Mengnan shook his head.

  Talking about this, Jerry started bragging about their college life, leisurely, busy and fulfilling, occasionally talking about his own embarrassing experiences. It made Fang Mo Nan laugh out loud, but unfortunately she couldn't enjoy that carefree life in the ivory tower anymore. Although she looked like a child, her soul and mindset had aged.

  "Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. Let's go have lunch first!" Jerry continued, "After the follow-up examination tomorrow, we should be heading back."

  After lunch, Fang Mo Nan locked himself in the space and stayed there for the whole afternoon to replenish the spiritual energy he had consumed yesterday. After dinner, he continued to enter the space to cultivate.

  The next day, the sky was gray and misty, with a light drizzle starting at midnight that continued nonstop until now. Fang Mo Nan and the other stood at the hotel entrance as the driver pulled up, respectfully opening the door to take them for their follow-up appointment.

  Soft fine rain, quietly and silently falling, like countless silkworms spitting out silver threads. Tens of millions of fine threads, undulating in mid-air, a hazy and vast gauze, enveloping the entire city, blown by the wind like smoke, like fog, like dust.

  The car soon arrived at the villa entrance, Andrew and Corinne, Adela, regardless of the small rain outside, personally holding umbrellas to open the door for them, welcoming them. Their expressions were pleasant, busily asking about their comfort in the hotel over the past two days. Fang Mornan could see from their actions and words that Jeremy's recovery was going well. Jerry smiled and said thank you.

  As expected, Fang Mo Nan and the others walked into the living room, looking at Jeremy sitting on the sofa, his complexion obviously improving, and his pulse also becoming much more stable. "Has your bowel movement returned to normal?" Fang Mo Nan asked, releasing Jeremy's wrist.

  "I just had a bowel movement and it's formed normally now, not watery anymore." Adela said happily, seeing her son recover, the stool also didn't smell as bad.

  It all turned out to be because of the child's recovery, which explained their enthusiasm. After finishing the re-examination, Fang Mernan also gave some dietary nursing suggestions and bid farewell to Jerry before leaving.

  After getting off the plane, Jerry first sent Fang Mo Nan back home and drove away by himself. Before Fang Mo Nan even entered the door, she heard the quarrelsome voices inside, so she quickly took out her key to open the door, but the noise from opening the door didn't stop the people inside from talking.

  "Bibi, what a great opportunity this is! With the genius composer girl's popularity on the rise, why not release a violin album? How wonderful would that be?" Thomas held up the newspaper with a large photo of Mo Bei on it. He looked at the young girl sitting properly on the sofa and tried to persuade her enthusiastically. "This time it's just you soloing, unlike last time when everyone played together for fun. This is an opportunity others can only dream of."

  Mo Bei held the teacup in his hands, deaf to all sounds, while Thomas looked at Andres beside him and winked: "Andres, she's your apprentice, you tell her. Those who play music don't need eyes or fame."

  Andres calmly asked with his head tilted: "What does Bebe think?"

  Mo Bei put down the teacup and sat up straight, "I know Uncle Thomas is well-intentioned." Thomas gave her a look that said she had a conscience, and she continued: "Music needs fame, audience attention, and audience enthusiasm. The more enthusiastic they are, the more ruthless they can be when discarding you, without any psychological burden. It's easy to release an album while it's hot... But..."

  Andres looked at her hesitant appearance, "You are worried about your own level."

  Mo Bei shook his head, "I still have this bit of confidence, releasing an album is fine, but Uncle Thomas, I don't want to be like Xiu Si and the others, running around for album sales, radio and TV interviews, notifications, exhausting myself, I don't need a high exposure rate, being consumed once and for all."

  Thomas was left agape, incredulous, "You...". Her mature thinking was frightening, she's not even ten years old yet! Others would go crazy with excitement if they got this opportunity, but she remained calm as ever.

  Thomas calmed down. He thought to himself, don't look at the fact that she's only 1.6 meters tall and actually just a nine-year-old kid. She was even calmer and more composed than him, treating the outside noise of the past two days with a cold eye, perhaps she was right, he was very clear about her strength, shouldn't be over-exerting herself at this time, should be taking it easy.

  Andres nodded reassuringly beside him, "You're not like a kid at all, but I like it." He said: "Releasing an album is okay," he stood up and walked over to him, patted his shoulder and said: "As for the rest, leave it to you, old buddy."

  "You guys! You're really as troublesome as master and apprentice!" Thomas shook his head with a bitter smile. "Hey, I'm just doing my best for you, working like an ox."

  "Thanks for your hard work." Mo Bei Zhan bowed respectfully. After straightening up, he looked up to see Fang Mo Nan standing at the door, "Sister, when did you come back? I didn't see you."

  "Haha... you guys were so engrossed in your discussion that someone came in and you didn't even notice." Fang Mo Nan said with a smile, nodding at Andrei and Thomas.

  Thomas sprang up, dramatically clutching his chest, "Oh my! Nannan, you're back, you have to comfort my wounded heart, I'm about to be driven mad by these two masters!"

  Fang Mo Nan raised an eyebrow and smiled as he watched his exaggerated performance, and cooperated by saying: "What do I need to do to comfort your heart?"

  Thomas gave her a thumbs up and waved his hand: "This is easy! Just make a Chinese dish."

  Stacy came out of the kitchen and pretended to say: "How can I put it, the dishes I made are not delicious!"

  Thomas heard the remark behind him and quivered slightly, turning around to flatter: "There, Mary's Western food is unbeatable."