Liu Liwei naturally wouldn't have thought that Wang Zhuo had set his sights on him. His mind was completely filled with what Zheng Bing had said.
What would you think if one day someone told you that you had taken a divine medicine, that you would be immune to all poisons and possess a strong physique?
Someone whose will was not firm might even go mad with excitement.
Just like not long ago, when someone won a lottery of five million yuan and went mad on the day they claimed the prize.
Was this good luck or disaster?
After hanging up the phone, Zheng Bing walked towards the hospital building. He had called these people, and the medical fees had to be paid.
Zheng Bing was never stingy with money; he paid what was due and gave what was owed. When the time came for discharge, he would even give each person tens of thousands of yuan as nutritional expenses.
As Zheng Bing entered the outpatient building, a conspicuous sign caught his attention.
Fudan University School of Traditional Chinese Medicine Student Outpatient Service.
He was aware that Xia Feng held a professorship at Fudan University, and driven by curiosity, he walked over.
He craned his neck to look. Xia Feng and his students were sitting together, discussing something.
Whether it was a man's intuition or mere curiosity, he felt Xia Feng looked somewhat familiar, resembling Xia Lin.
He had only heard of Xia Feng's reputation, not seen him in person. He quietly took out his phone and, from a distance, took a picture, sending it to Wang Zhuo.
Then, he made another call.
"What is it now?" Wang Zhuo asked unhappily.
"This damn good stuff was all hogged by you alone. And now you're using me as a messenger."
Wang Zhuo wouldn't feel any better about this.
"Cousin, I just sent you a photo. Show it to Young Master Liu." Zheng Bing called out.
"So damn troublesome," Wang Zhuo said, hanging up the phone.
Shortly after, the phone rang back. This time, it was Liu Liwei himself calling.
"How do you have his photo?" Liu Liwei's voice held a hint of reverence.
"Young Master Liu, I just took it. I'm at the TCM hospital right now." Hearing Liu Liwei's question, Zheng Bing knew his guess was right.
"Get out of here quickly, don't disturb him." Liu Liwei warned.
"Okay."
The two hung up the phone quickly, but Zheng Bing didn't think that way.
Xia Feng didn't know him, and he didn't know Xia Feng. Now was a rare opportunity.
The student outpatient service looked empty. Why not take this chance to be a guinea pig and get some of that good stuff?
As soon as Zheng Bing decided, he quickly registered and walked directly towards Xia Feng.
Zheng Bing knocked on the door as if nothing was wrong and politely said, "Hello."
Yun Yan, seeing someone finally arrive, stood up and walked to the door, politely asking Zheng Bing, "Are you here for a consultation?"
Zheng Bing nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, food poisoning."
Yun Yan glanced at him strangely. Food poisoning, yet you're so rosy-cheeked?
However, after waiting all morning, it was finally someone to practice on. She didn't want to miss this opportunity and quickly invited Zheng Bing in.
Sitting at the main consultation desk was Luo Hanxiang, with seven or eight other students standing around. Xia Feng sat beside Luo Hanxiang.
"Doctor, hello, please take a look at me." Zheng Bing walked over, sat down, and handed over his registration number.
"Food poisoning?" Luo Hanxiang asked Zheng Bing curiously.
Traditional Chinese Medicine relies on observation, listening, inquiry, and pulse-taking. Zheng Bing clearly didn't look like someone with food poisoning. Could it be that someone knew they hadn't had anyone all morning and sent a plant?
"It's really food poisoning. I have five friends upstairs having their stomachs pumped right now. We all ate barbecue together, but they all got poisoned. I don't know why I'm fine. I don't trust Western medicine, so I specifically registered for a TCM appointment to confirm."
Zheng Bing wasn't talking nonsense; he was telling the truth.
Everyone was quite happy to hear Zheng Bing's endorsement of TCM.
There weren't many young people like Zheng Bing nowadays.
Luo Hanxiang smiled when she heard him say this and said, "Alright, let me take your pulse first."
Zheng Bing extended his hand, allowing Luo Hanxiang to begin taking his pulse.
After a while, Luo Hanxiang looked at Zheng Bing and said, "Your body shows no signs of food poisoning. However, you are somewhat qi deficient. You should nourish your body more."
Zheng Bing's face reddened, and he coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment. He asked, "Doctor, my friends all got food poisoning, but I'm fine. What's the reason for this?"
"This... it's probably due to your constitution." Luo Hanxiang didn't know how to answer.
They all ate the same dishes, and the others were poisoned, but he was fine. Besides a constitutional issue, she couldn't think of any other explanation.
It wasn't that Luo Hanxiang's skill was lacking, but she had never encountered such a situation before.
Among the entire class, Luo Hanxiang's TCM skills were the highest. After all, she came from a family of TCM practitioners and had received different influences since childhood.
"Then what should I pay attention to? Or will the symptoms of poisoning suddenly appear in a couple of days?"
Zheng Bing had completely turned himself into a patient at this moment.
"No, the human digestive system will expel the toxins very quickly. If you're fine now, it means your constitution can withstand this food poisoning. Eat less spicy food for the next two days and drink more congee to nourish your stomach."
Luo Hanxiang instructed Zheng Bing earnestly.
"Okay, okay, thank you, Doctor. Can I go now?" Zheng Bing nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, you can go. Don't worry, your body is fine," Luo Hanxiang confirmed.
"Okay, thank you." Zheng Bing turned and walked out.
Although he hadn't spoken to Xia Feng throughout the process, he had still formally seen a doctor, which was considered a form of support.
Zheng Bing was about to call Wang Zhuo to show off when Xia Feng's voice came from behind him, asking:
"Wait."
Zheng Bing was startled instinctively. He suppressed the excitement in his heart, tried to maintain a respectful smile, and asked Xia Feng, "Hello, is there anything else?"
"Where did you recognize me from? You ate my elixir, which is why you didn't get food poisoning." Xia Feng asked.
From the moment Zheng Bing entered, Xia Feng had known.
He had indeed eaten the food that poisoned him, but the elixir in his body had taken effect.
"Young Master Xia, my name is Zheng Bing. I informed Miss Xia Lin about the kidnapping incidents involving Jin Xiaochen on the past two occasions, which is how I got to know you."
Seeing Xia Feng ask, Zheng Bing didn't dare to hide anything and confessed everything.
Great figures are indeed formidable. He thought he hadn't revealed any flaws, yet he was still seen through.
Zheng Bing was immensely impressed by this discernment.
Xia Feng didn't doubt him when he heard his explanation. As for who gave him the elixir, he wouldn't inquire further.
After all, once an elixir was given away, it became the private property of the recipient, and Xia Feng wouldn't ask about it.
"Alright, it's nothing. Be more moderate in the future. You're already quite weak. Don't regret it later." After saying this, Xia Feng turned and left.
"Okay, thank you, Young Master Xia." Zheng Bing quickly expressed his gratitude.
He understood very well what Xia Feng meant by "weak." In recent years, he had been too diligent, and it was time to be more restrained.
Lest he shed tears of regret in his old age.
He just felt a little regretful, suddenly feeling that life had lost its fun.