I can support you.

Shen Mobai's eyes flashed, and he asked:

"Mr. Xue, is there anything special about the acupuncture and medicine you use?"

Xue Pianpian was well prepared and said with a smile:

"Acupuncture is an ancient tradition, and the medicine is made from common Chinese herbs, specially prepared. That's all I can say. I have no further to say."

The treatment process is not too long, and the effectiveness can be seen after one month."

Shen Mobai stared into her eyes, as if to see if she was lying, and nodded after a moment.

Chu Yilin was so happy that she cried, holding Xue Pianpian's hand and clapping:

"Mr. Xue, you are our Shen family's great benefactor!"

Xue Pianpian responded modestly:

"Mrs. Shen, you are too kind. Treating illnesses and saving lives is my duty. Besides, your Shen family has also paid a heavy price."

At this time, the guests in the banquet hall were also whispering about Xue Pianpian and Shen Haoteng's illnesses, and many people looked at Xue Pianpian with a bit more awe in their eyes.

At this moment, a discordant voice sounded:

"Humph, who knows if she's just bragging? If it doesn't work after a month, let's see how she ends up."

The person who spoke was a lady from a branch of the Shen family.

She has always been jealous of the glory of the main branch of the Shen family. Seeing that Xue Pianpian actually wanted to cure Shen Haoteng's illness, if he could really be cured, wouldn't the Shen family be more perfect?

She couldn't allow this situation to happen, she had to do some damage, preferably to make Xue Pianpian so angry that she wouldn't give her treatment.

Xue Pianpian glanced at her calmly without getting angry. She just said calmly:

"The results will be clear in a month. If there is no effect, I will give the Shen family an explanation."

Shen Mobai frowned and looked at the lady coldly:

"Aunt San, it's better for you not to talk nonsense at this banquet."

The lady was so frightened that she trembled and dared not make a sound.

Chu Yilin quickly came out to smooth things over:

"Everyone, stop talking. I believe in Director Xue's medical skills. Come, let's continue to enjoy this banquet."

Everyone resumed their lively conversation.

Everyone's discussions were heard by Qin Jiajun, but they gave rise to completely different thoughts.

The Qin family can sit firmly on the top spot among the four major families in Kyoto. Others see that the Qin family's businesses are spread across all walks of life and their power is complex and intertwined. However, only the Qin family themselves know that the foundation of all this is the reputation and prestige accumulated by the old man Qin Zhengxiong over decades.

The old man has been a soldier for half his life and has made great military achievements. His students and old friends are all over the world. That heavy weight is the real confidence that allows the Qin family to stand firm.

But now, this confidence is quietly loosening.

The old man is already eighty years old this year, and his health is no longer as strong as it used to be. He was diagnosed with liver disease a while ago, and the situation is not optimistic.

All the best doctors and experts in Kyoto were invited. Those experts who were usually hailed as "national masters" came in waves. The consultation records piled up like a mountain. Countless rare medicinal materials were used and various treatment plans were tried, but the results were always unsatisfactory.

Looking at the old man's increasingly thin figure and listening to his occasional suppressed cough at night, Qin Jiajun felt like a stone was pressing on his heart, making it heavy and hard to breathe.

When Qin Jiajun heard that Xue Pianpian could cure congenital heart disease, his heart skipped a beat.

Congenital heart disease is a recognized problem in the medical community. If the rumors are true, then Xue Pianpian's medical skills are definitely not ordinary.

A thought became increasingly clear in his mind: Since she could cure Shen Haoteng's illness, could she also try to treat his grandfather's liver disease? Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, it was worth fighting for.

However, Qin Jiajun has never been an impulsive person.

Rumors are just rumors after all. Who knows if Xue Pianpian is bluffing and using Shen Haoteng's name to hype herself up if she has never seen it with her own eyes?

What if she is a liar who only knows how to be mysterious? If we rashly invite her to our home, not only will we fail to cure Grandpa's illness, but if the news gets out, people will laugh at the Qin family for trying all kinds of treatments in desperation, which will only bring shame to the family.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes deep.

How about...making a bet with her? It doesn't have to be a big bet, but it can still be a way to quietly test her strengths and weaknesses.

If he really has the ability, then of course he would be more than happy to receive it; if he is just gaining fame for nothing, he can stop in time and avoid a big fall.

Once this idea came up, I could no longer suppress it.

Qin Jiajun's mouth curled up in a thoughtful arc.

After a moment, he stood up with his wine glass and walked calmly towards the main table of the banquet. He decided to meet Xue Pianpian first before making any plans.

Qin Jiajun walked through the crowd with a glass of wine in his hand and approached Xue Pianpian who was listening to Chu Yilin with her head down.

"Hello, Director Xue! We've met once before. Do you still remember Qin?"

His tone was gentle and polite, and his attitude was very humble.

Xue Pianpian looked up at him, her eyes clear and calm, without the slightest hesitation or the deliberate flattery one would expect from someone being watched by someone powerful. She nodded slightly.

"Of course I remember, hello, Mr. Qin."

The sound is like a clear spring in the mountain stream, with a cool feeling.

"I just heard from Patriarch Shen that Director Xue is an excellent doctor and can bring people back to health."

Xue Pianpian is humble:

"I wouldn't dare, I just love Chinese medicine and have studied it diligently."

Qin Jiajun considered his words and said:

"Mr. Xue, I have a request, could you please do me a favor?"

Xue Pianpian is neither humble nor overbearing:

"Mr. Qin, please speak."

Qin Jiajun said loudly:

"I want to make a bet with Xue Dong."

The banquet hall, which was originally bustling with noise, suddenly became quiet after he said this.

The intense and burning fire of gossip has begun to burn in the eyes of many people.

Shen Aotian, who was talking in a low voice with Shen Hongye, was also stunned. When he first saw Qin Jiajun coming over, he thought that the other party just wanted to make friends with Xue Pianpian, so he just nodded slightly to show politeness.

Only then did he realize that this guy was obviously here to cause trouble, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up and stop him.

Chu Yilin quickly tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to figure out the situation first.

Xue Pianpian also gave him a reassuring look, then smiled faintly and said:

"Oh? Then Mr. Qin, tell me how to bet? What are we betting on?"

Qin Jiajun thought for a moment and said:

"Qin has always admired the angels in white who save lives and heal the wounded, especially those with superb medical skills, for whom Qin has great respect.

Xue Dong, how about this? Let's make a bet on your treatment of Second Master Shen. If his condition improves within a month, Qin will donate one of his hospitals.

In Kyoto, Qin owns three hospitals and a Chinese medicine clinic. You can pick any one you want, Xue Dong."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire banquet hall suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone gasped, their eyes filled with shock as they looked at Qin Jiajun. How valuable were hospitals in Kyoto? The land alone was priceless, not to mention the established, long-established hospitals. Qin Jiajun was willing to stake his entire hospital on a bet?

Shen Aotian's brows furrowed even tighter, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

He originally thought that Qin Jiajun would just test the waters a few times, but he didn't expect him to place such a large bet. This was clearly putting Xue Pianpian on the spot - if he won, he would inevitably be accused of being greedy for wealth; if he lost, his reputation would be completely ruined.

Xue Pianpian seemed not to hear the significance of "a hospital". Her fingertips lightly brushed the edge of the table, her eyes falling on Qin Jiajun's face.

"Mr. Qin is quite generous."

Her tone was still calm, no emotion could be heard.

"But, what if I lose?"

Qin Jiajun seemed to be waiting for her to say this, and his smile deepened a little:

"Master Xue, you're too kind. If... your wish doesn't come true, Qin won't make it difficult for you. All you need to do is say 'Your skills are inferior to others' and never get involved in medicine in Kyoto again."

This may seem lenient, but it's actually more ruthless. Losing not only means ruining one's reputation, but also completely withdrawing from the medical community in Kyoto. For someone who truly makes a living as a doctor, this is probably more painful than losing money.

But this doesn't matter to her, because she never intended to make a living by treating people.

Mrs. Shen's face turned pale. She didn't want her hopes to be dashed. She was counting on Xue Pianpian to cure her second son's illness.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to refuse on Xue Pianpian's behalf, he was stopped by Xue Pianpian's look.

Xue Pianpian stood up slowly, and the moon-white hem of her skirt shone softly under the light.

She raised her eyes to look at Qin Jiajun, and there was finally a ripple in her clear eyes, but it was not fear, but a faint mockery:

"Mr. Qin's bet is too much of a compliment to me, and it's too disrespectful of a doctor's duty."

She paused, her voice not loud, but clearly heard by everyone:

"I treated Second Master Shen because I had an agreement with Patriarch Shen, not for any hospital. As for the bet..."