In a short while, a middle-aged man arrived with an assistant. This was the doctor who frequently attended to Ouyang Fanmeng. Upon receiving Ouyang Zhixin's call, he came immediately. He also took blood samples from himself and Wan Yunting, then rushed them back to the hospital to the relevant departments for paternity testing.
"The sooner the better."
As he was leaving, Ouyang Zhixin couldn't help but remind the doctor. He was now impatiently awaiting the results of the paternity test.
Wan Yunting also felt uneasy. Everything had happened too suddenly, leaving him completely unprepared. His mind was filled with fantasies: if he truly was Ouyang Zhixin's son, what would happen next?
Moreover, the Ouyang family was one of the five major families in the capital, and he was related to Ouyang Liqun. If he were Ouyang Zhixin's son, wouldn't that make him Ouyang Liqun's cousin?
Gu Yuanbai, sitting beside him, also sighed. He hadn't expected Wan Yunting to have such a background and past. If he was Ouyang Zhixin's son, he would be a member of the Ouyang family in the capital in the future.
At this moment, Sima Xuanyu, who was still at Ouyang Zhixin's house, intended to wait for the elder Daoist Zhang Yansong to arrive and see if the Ningxiang Pill had any hope.
Instead, he ended up hearing that Wan Yunting might be Ouyang Zhixin's lost son, which completely stunned Sima Xuanyu.
If Wan Yunting was truly Ouyang Zhixin's son, then he would be a member of the Ouyang family. This was not good news for their Sima family.
Shortly after, the middle-aged man led in an old man wearing a gray Daoist robe. This was Zhang Yansong, the alchemist from the Wudang Sect who had been residing at Ouyang Shenhe's residence.
"Daoist Zhang, thank you for making the trip."
Ouyang Shenhe and Ouyang Zhixin immediately got up to greet him. Wan Yunting and Gu Yuanbai also quickly stood up, sizing up the venerable Daoist Zhang Yansong, who possessed an air of otherworldly grace.
An alchemist was a very special existence, more mysterious than ordinary Chinese medicine doctors. When it came to complex alchemy, there were only a handful of alchemists among the major sects in all of China.
Daoist Zhang Yansong was an alchemist with a far-reaching reputation, considered one of the most senior and formidable.
"Greetings, Daoist Zhang..."
Wan Yunting and Gu Yuanbai politely cupped their hands in greeting towards Zhang Yansong.
"Greetings to you both..."
Zhang Yansong offered a kindly smile, bowing slightly in return without any airs. He then asked Ouyang Shenhe, "Patriarch, what is the matter you called me for?"
"Xiao Wan, you tell him."
Ouyang Shenhe turned to Wan Yunting. Wan Yunting nodded and said to Daoist Zhang Yansong, "Daoist Zhang, do you know of the Ningxiang Pill?"
"Ningxiang Pill?"
Daoist Zhang Yansong's aged face showed a flicker of surprise, his gaze towards Wan Yunting revealing astonishment. He said, "This old Daoist has only heard of the Ningxiang Pill, but has never refined such a medicinal pill. It is said that the main ingredient of the Ningxiang Pill is the Ningxiang Flower!"
"Yes."
Wan Yunting nodded and said, "I want to use the Ningxiang Pill to treat Manager Ouyang's daughter's 'smelly fish syndrome,' so I specifically invited Daoist Zhang to come and learn about it."
Zhang Yansong understood and said, "Using the Ningxiang Pill to treat 'smelly fish syndrome' does indeed seem feasible. Why didn't this old Daoist think of it before?"
Last year, when Zhang Yansong was treating Ouyang Shenhe, Ouyang Zhixin had also asked him to examine Ouyang Fanmeng. At that time, the elder Daoist Zhang had no solution. Now, upon hearing Wan Yunting mention the Ningxiang Pill, his eyes lit up. He said, "We have the Ningxiang Flower in Wudang Mountain, but this old Daoist does not have the recipe for refining the Ningxiang Pill."
"Wudang Mountain has the Ningxiang Flower, that's wonderful."
Wan Yunting was delighted and said, "Daoist Zhang, I have the recipe for refining the Ningxiang Pill, but I don't know how to refine it. I would trouble you to do it."
Daoist Zhang Yansong's old eyes showed a hint of suspicion as he looked at Wan Yunting. He hadn't expected this young man to have the refining recipe for the Ningxiang Pill. Could he be a disciple of some sect?
"Daoist Zhang..."
Ouyang Shenhe and Ouyang Zhixin looked at him. Zhang Yansong nodded and smiled at Wan Yunting, saying, "You mean, we cooperate to refine the Ningxiang Pill together?"
Wan Yunting cupped his hands towards him and respectfully said, "Please grant my request, Daoist Zhang."
Zhang Yansong chuckled and said, "Alright, it's just that you youngsters will have to make some concessions."
Wan Yunting subtly shook his head, knowing that Zhang Yansong was referring to the refining recipe for the Ningxiang Pill.
In fact, the refining recipe for the Ningxiang Pill was not passed down to Wan Yunting by the Ghost Hand Medical Sage. It was when he was at the bottom of the valley that he found the martial arts manuals left by Kang Guangling, the sect leader of the Carefree Sect. Among them was a book on refining pills, which contained the recipe and refining method for the Ningxiang Pill. Coincidentally, Wan Yunting had memorized the Ningxiang Pill.
"That's great."
Upon hearing that Zhang Yansong agreed to refine the Ningxiang Pill, Ouyang Zhixin and Ouyang Shenhe were overjoyed. They asked, "Daoist Zhang, do we need to return to Wudang Mountain to refine the medicine?"
Zhang Yansong nodded and said, "The Ningxiang Flower is grown on the back mountain of our Wudang Mountain, so we do need to go back."
Ouyang Zhixin asked Wan Yunting, "Doctor Wan, when are you free? We can go to Wudang Mountain with Daoist Zhang."
Wan Yunting and Gu Yuanbai exchanged a look. Wan Yunting said, "Tomorrow we have to attend the National Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference. We can go in a couple of days."
Ouyang Shenhe waved his hand and laughed, "No problem, we'll wait a couple of days then."
Wan Yunting nodded, as he had originally planned to go to Wudang Sect with his Senior Sister Ziqing and the others in Hua Du City after the conference to investigate Duan Feilong and to observe the Sword Cliff left by the Sword Dao Ancestor of Wudang Sect.
At this time, Sima Xuanyu outside learned of the situation inside and knew that Wan Yunting and Zhang Yansong were going to cooperate to refine the Ningxiang Pill. This cast a dark cloud over his expression. Now, the only hope was that the Ningxiang Pill would also fail to cure Ouyang Zhixin's daughter's 'smelly fish syndrome.'
Just then, the middle-aged doctor returned with his assistant, holding a paternity test result that had just been analyzed. Upon seeing him, Ouyang Zhixin eagerly asked, "How is it?"
Wan Yunting, who was sitting with Gu Yuanbai and discussing pill refining with Daoist Zhang Yansong, turned his head to look towards the villa entrance. He hadn't expected the paternity test results to come out so quickly. The doctor handed the results to Ouyang Zhixin and said with a smile, "Ninety percent certainty that you are father and son..."
Ouyang Zhixin's hands trembled as he looked at the results, nodding repeatedly in excitement. "Good, good, good..."
"Haha, that's great."
Ouyang Shenhe, upon hearing this, burst into laughter, tapping the floor repeatedly with his crutches. He excitedly said to Wan Yunting, "Xiao Wan, you truly are my grandson."
"Xiao Wan, congratulations."
Gu Yuanbai, sitting beside him, also turned and smiled, happy for him.
Wan Yunting, having processed the news, saw the red-eyed, excited gaze of Ouyang Zhixin and felt a complex mix of emotions, unsure of how to react.
He now knew that his biological parents had not intentionally abandoned him that year. It was for his safety that they had placed him in the restroom, which unfortunately led to the family being separated.
Having learned that he was adopted, Wan Yunting had always resented his biological parents. Now that the truth was revealed, Wan Yunting felt a complex mix of emotions and excitement. It might take him some time to adjust and process his feelings.
Sima Xuanyu, hearing this result, was so enraged that he turned and left the Ouyang residence, driving back home.
At the Sima Mansion, Sima Boyong was reclining on a couch in the living room. Chen Qiuyun beside him had changed back into a black qipao, her curvaceous figure, skin as white as snow, and elegant demeanor were evident as she sat by the couch, massaging Sima Boyong's legs...
"Has Xuanyu not returned yet?" Sima Boyong asked, his eyes closed in enjoyment.
Sima Wentang was sitting in a chair nearby, brewing tea. He said, "Not yet. He's probably still at the Ouyang family's."
"Hmm, is he confident he can cure the Ouyang family's girl's illness?" Sima Boyong asked lazily.
Sima Wentang smiled and said, "Yesterday Xuanyu gave Ouyang Zhixin's daughter a medicinal bath, and the effect was quite good. It should be fine."
"Very good, Xuanyu can take over now," Sima Boyong said with satisfaction.
Sima Wentang turned to look at him and asked, "Dad, should we spread the news that Wan Yunting is a disciple of the Ghost Hand Medical Sage?"
"Of course."
Sima Boyong's lips curved into a sinister smile. "Gongsun Xiuliang's reputation was ruined overnight, labeled as a quack. If the world knew that Wan Yunting was a disciple of a quack, and then we create some public opinion, it would be enough to destroy his reputation. Then, who would dare to support their Lingnan Traditional Chinese Medicine Association!"
Sima Wentang nodded with a smile and said, "I'll take care of it later."
Just then, Zhu Yangyu walked in, nodded to Sima Wentang, and then respectfully bowed before Sima Boyong. "Master, I have something to report to you."
"Hmm."
Sima Boyong grunted and waved his hand. Chen Qiuyun, who was sitting nearby, got up and left silently.
Zhu Yangyu then said, "Master, we've found Duan Feilong. He said the disciple of Zhang Yansong from the Wudang Sect, Tan Zhiyuan, hired him to kill Wan Yunting!"
"Wudang Sect?"
Sima Boyong opened his small eyes. Sima Wentang, sitting there, frowned and asked, "A disciple of the Wudang Sect wants to kill Wan Yunting? Why?"
Zhu Yangyu shook his head and said, "I don't know. Duan Feilong was just doing it for money. However, his assassination attempt on Wan Yunting failed, and someone else has been hired to continue the assassination!"
Sima Boyong sat up, his small eyes filled with malice. He smiled and said, "A disciple of the Wudang Sect wants to kill Wan Yunting, how interesting."
Sima Wentang said, "Should we try to test that Tan Zhiyuan?"
"Hmm."
Sima Boyong nodded and said to Zhu Yangyu, "Investigate Tan Zhiyuan. See if it's him who wants to kill Wan Yunting, or if there's someone behind him!"
"Understood."
Zhu Yangyu nodded and turned to leave to carry out the task.
Sima Wentang couldn't understand. What kind of feud could Tan Zhiyuan of the Wudang Sect have with Wan Yunting? He had never heard of Wan Yunting having any interaction with anyone from the Wudang Sect before. Moreover, the Wudang Sect had not sent anyone to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony held at the Wuliang Taoist Temple last time.
"Perhaps, there is someone else behind Tan Zhiyuan!" Sima Wentang narrowed his eyes, guessing.
Sima Boyong nodded and smiled, "Let's investigate first. If it is indeed someone from the Wudang Sect who wants to kill Wan Yunting, then this is a good thing for us."
Sima Wentang nodded. At this moment, Sima Xuanyu returned. Sima Boyong saw his unhappy expression and asked, "Xuanyu, what happened?"
Sima Wentang also looked at his son with confusion. Sima Xuanyu first poured himself a cup of tea before starting to untie his coat. He said, "Grandfather, Dad, I have some very bad news to tell you!"
"Oh, tell us."
Sima Boyong and Sima Wentang looked at him with confusion. Sima Xuanyu looked at them and said, "Wan Yunting is Ouyang Zhixin's son!"