One person: Fusion [Luo], a completely unlicensed black doctor

Wang Zizhong waved his hand.

"Zhenghao, there's no need to be so polite. If we're being honest, this old man should thank you today!"

"Oh?"

A look of surprise flashed across Feng Zhenghao's eyes.

At this moment, Prince Zhong seemed to be in a good mood, and even had a smile on his face.

Feng Shayan, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel puzzled.

This old man seems to have encountered something truly joyful.

But what happy things can happen in the room?

Feng Zhenghao subconsciously turned his gaze to his son.

The latter was eager to try, his eyes shining.

"Grandpa Zizhong, let me tell Father."

Wang Zizhong nodded after listening and laughed heartily.

Faced with the questioning looks of her father and sister.

Feng Xingtong replied excitedly:

"Dr. Bai's medical skills are very high, probably only slightly inferior to Grandpa Zizhong's."

The words fell.

A look of confusion flashed across the eyes of both the father and daughter standing nearby.

But then came a bit of disbelief!

How can this be?

The old man, Wang Zizhong, standing before us, is a figure of great stature and influence throughout the country.

The number of people who can be called "masters of their craft" can be counted on one hand.

This person's medical skills have almost reached their peak.

How old is Bai Yuan?

His medical skills are only slightly inferior to this person's?

Seeing the shocked expressions on her father's and sister's faces.

Feng Xingtong's expression turned serious, and he slowly spoke again.

“I heard everything that Grandpa Zizhong and Bai Yuan were talking about.”

"Whenever Zizhong answered a rare and difficult question for Baiyuan, the latter would think for a while, and then, in a short time, offer his own understanding and opinion on the question, and might even be able to give another example..."

"..."

Wang Zizhong nodded at the end.

"Xiao Xingtong wasn't exaggerating!"

The sound echoed in the room.

After it slowly disappears.

Feng Shayan's eyes flickered secretly.

Feng Zhenghao's lips twitched, and his breathing slowed slightly. He asked Wang Zizhong:

"Grandpa, is Bai Yuan... using the Dual-Hand Technique?"

Feng Shayan, who was standing to the side, suddenly narrowed her eyes.

Wang Zizhong shook his head.

"No."

"Really...really not?"

Feng Zhenghao then followed up with another question.

Wang Zizhong remained silent for a moment, seemingly recalling the past, a trace of sadness flashing across his expression.

"Let me put it this way, I might not dare to guarantee anything about other things, but when it comes to the Dual-Handed Technique... I can't be wrong about it."

"..."

"...That's good, that's good..."

Feng Zhenghao muttered two sentences to himself in succession.

His desire to win over Bai Yuan grew even stronger!

The person behind him...

I just don't want to use the legendary 'dual-wielding technique'.

Because no one can guarantee...

Could someone who uses both hands secretly alter a patient's memory?

This is a very scary thing.

Moreover, there are absolutely no preventative measures available.

Memory is a mysterious and enigmatic thing.

The person behind this is of extremely high status and must never be touched by Shuangquan.

Now that it has been fully confirmed.

Then we need to figure out a way to implement the next step of the plan...

Then in the next moment,

Feng Zhenghao spoke directly.

"Shayan".

"Hmm? Father..."

Do you like Bai Yuan?

"Huh? Me? This...how is this possible? I...I don't know him at all! How could I like him?!"

Feng Shayan hurriedly waved her hand, looking flustered.

Feng Zhenghao made no attempt to evade the question. He adjusted his glasses and spoke slowly in an unyielding voice.

"Then make yourself like him, and develop a close relationship with him."

"Father, I really don't..." Feng Shayan was momentarily flustered.

She couldn't keep up with her father's thought process.

Subconsciously distancing herself from Bai Yuan was an instinctive act.

But it was also out of instinct that a feeling of indescribable joy welled up inside me.

My heart started racing.

Feng Zhenghao disregarded his daughter's opinions and didn't even care what she thought.

He then glanced at his son.

"Xing Tong, you too."

"Huh?! I can do it too?"

Feng Xingtong blinked in confusion.

The story of 'Chengdu Love Story' instantly came to mind.

Male on top of male... forcing a man to do what a man should do... knowing a man and going forward, welcoming a man and resolving the issue...

"..."

Feng Zhenghao remained silent for a moment.

A flicker of instinctive wariness flashed in Feng Shayan's eyes...

Chapter 41 Jiajia Village Ancestral Hall

after an hour,

The door to the room in 'Dragon and Phoenix Pavilion' was pushed open.

Two women in cheongsams, their steps unsteady, struggled to walk out, supporting themselves on the doorframe.

Bai Yuan followed closely behind.

He put on his clothes, shook his neck, his bones cracking, and grinned.

"You two sisters are truly extraordinary; your skills are simply amazing!"

The woman, dressed in a light green cheongsam and wearing a jade-green bamboo hairpin, had a melancholy look in her eyes.

"You little rascal, you have no sense of chivalry whatsoever!"

Bai Yuan felt somewhat ashamed upon hearing this.

"My two elder sisters, you've gone to so much trouble. Let me help you down!"

...

dark place,

Feng Shayan took all of this into view.

His fists clenched unconsciously, a cold glint flashing in his eyes...

Feng Xingtong stood to the side and glanced cautiously at her sister, then whispered:

"Sister, Dr. Bai isn't that kind of person. Grandpa Wang Zizhong whispered that Bai Yuan is still a virgin, which means he's a very conservative person..."

When it comes to the last sentence.

Feng Xingtong himself felt a bit... awkward.

There's a feeling that I'm deceiving myself with my own eyes open.

A body of primordial yang?

Conservative thinking?

The first guest to visit the club...

Such niche vocabulary connections!

It's hard to imagine that such contradictory words could appear in the same person.

Feng Shayan snorted coldly.

Who he is is none of my business.

Feng Xingtong swallowed hard, then spoke in a fawning, ingratiating tone:

"Sis...can I ask you something? Please..."

Feng Shayan coldly uttered a single word.

"ask!"

The Bagua symbol shone brightly in Feng Xingtong's eyes.

"Sis! Do you...like Dr. Bai?"

"..."

Feng Shayan was silent for a moment, then her aura began to turn dangerous.

It's as if someone had suddenly pried open a secret that was meant to be kept hidden in one's heart.

It felt like being murdered to silence a witness...