Medical Sage

The Saint Laurent Group wasn’t just one of Italy’s top luxury brands; more importantly, it was a Fortune 500 company. Although its ranking was low, its influence was still substantial for a place like Northern Mountain City. The deal in question, involving tens or even hundreds of millions, left everyone present in awe. This was especially true for Fatty and Little Fatty. They were relatives, and their family business was similar to a portion of the Li family’s enterprises, making them competitors. However, they lagged behind in both capital and scale, their operations not yet fully developed. Now, hearing that Li Yumin’s family had connected with the commercial behemoth, the Saint Laurent Group from Italy, they feared it wouldn’t be long before their own families were left so far behind they could no longer be compared.

”So this beautiful lady is your girlfriend?” Mr. Jemio cast a cold glance at Chen Fei and spoke. ”However, where I come from, we believe it’s the capable who get everything. For such a stunningly beautiful woman, I have to wonder, sir, if you’re qualified to be with her.”

Then, completely ignoring Chen Fei, he elegantly extended a hand toward Murong Shan. ”Beautiful lady, you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen since coming to Huaxia. May I have the honor of asking you for a dance?”

Hearing Mr. Jemio praise Murong Shan so effusively, Li Yumin was nearly exploding with jealousy. But she dared not show it. Instead, she had to play along, smiling sweetly. ”Shanshan, Mr. Jemio is so young and accomplished. Why not consider it? It’s a rare opportunity.”

As she spoke, her friends’ faces turned grim. What is she doing? Is she selling out her own old classmate? How disgraceful.

Chen Fei’s expression instantly darkened, a cold glint in his eyes. To say such things right in front of me, her supposed ’boyfriend’... Are they really treating me as if I’m invisible, someone who can be completely ignored?

”I’m sorry, Mr. Jemio, but I’m afraid I cannot dance with you,” Murong Shan said suddenly, tightening her grip on Chen Fei’s arm. She lowered her head and spoke softly, ”I have a boyfriend, and he is my dance partner.”

Mr. Jemio’s expression stiffened. He hadn’t expected Murong Shan to be so unappreciative of his gesture, rejecting him in public under the watchful eyes of so many people. Is she looking down on me, Jemio?

The atmosphere instantly grew cold. Mr. Jemio’s silence, in particular, made everyone nervous, especially Li Yumin, whose heart was pounding. She knew perfectly well that the Saint Laurent Group’s visit to Huaxia, and specifically to Jiangnan Province, wasn’t due to her family’s influence. It was pure coincidence. Therefore, she had to seize this opportunity. Otherwise, her family would lose its chance to rise to prominence.

With that thought, she gritted her teeth, leaned in, and whispered something in Mr. Jemio’s ear. He was startled at first, but then a surprised smile spread across his well-defined face. He turned back to Murong Shan, his tone playful. ”My dear lady, I hear from Miss Li that your fashion company is interested in cooperating with my Saint Laurent Group?”

Murong Shan’s face paled, and she bit her alluring lips hard. She hadn’t expected him to be so shameless as to threaten her with her business.

”Mr. Jemio, are you threatening Shanshan with those words?” Before Murong Shan could respond, Chen Fei’s indifferent voice sounded out.

Mr. Jemio’s gaze wavered. He turned to meet Chen Fei’s eyes and felt a bone-chilling coldness that made him recoil a step. But a moment later, his expression soured. He felt ashamed, humiliated that a mere gaze from this man had scared him.

”The character of you Chinese people really is lacking. Forgive me for being direct, but I’m referring to a certain someone here. A man who clearly doesn’t deserve such a beautiful lady yet fails to recognize his own place. To use one of your Chinese phrases, you don’t know your own limits!” Perhaps because he had been startled by Chen Fei’s glare, Mr. Jemio’s face was extremely dark as he spoke without restraint.

He had been in Huaxia for some time with his uncle and other members of the Saint Laurent Group’s delegation. Due to their status, many Huaxia businessmen and officials had been exceedingly polite, some to the point of sycophancy. This had bred an arrogance in him, a feeling of superiority over the people of Huaxia, whom he disdained from the bottom of his heart. To be rejected by a Chinese woman he fancied tonight was infuriating. In the past, most Chinese women he took an interest in would fall into his arms willingly. On the rare occasion one didn’t, the local businessmen and officials would ”persuade” them. It was never this much trouble.

Thinking this, Mr. Jemio dropped his elegant facade entirely. He sneered at Murong Shan, ”My beautiful Chinese lady, I suggest you think carefully. I hold the power to destroy your so-called fashion company at any time. Don’t come crying to me when you’re bankrupt. By then, I’m afraid I’ll already be back in Italy.”

After saying this, he turned to leave with a casual air. He was certain the woman would chase after him, begging. Tonight, she would be lying obediently in his bed, for him to do with as he pleased, heh heh.

”Tucci is truly unfortunate to have a nephew like you!”

Just then, a pair of hands like iron clamps seized his neck from behind. Jemio’s eyes bulged as he began to suffocate. He felt utterly powerless, with no strength to resist. He was completely outmatched.

”Chen Fei, what are you doing? Stop!” Murong Shan cried out, her expression fraught with worry for Chen Fei.

”You... you bastard, stop it! I’m warning you, let Mr. Jemio go and apologize right now, or else...!” Li Yumin was also in a panic. She glared at Chen Fei as if he were her mortal enemy and rushed forward, scolding him as she pointed, her spittle flying.

However, Chen Fei ignored them all. With a single hand, he began dragging Jemio away as if he were hauling a dead dog. He effortlessly towed the man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and weighed close to 100 kilograms. With a blank expression, Chen Fei walked toward Tucci, who was in a nonchalant conversation with a fawning middle-aged man. He tossed Jemio at Tucci’s feet like a piece of trash. Facing the crowd, whose mouths were agape in utter shock, he said coldly, ”Mr. Tucci, it’s been a while. Do you still remember me?”

The scene left the entire room stunned.

”It... it... it’s you?”

Tucci, the heavyset, blonde foreigner whose expression had been indifferent, suddenly changed. His face lit up with a mixture of intense excitement and thrill.

Of course, he remembered Chen Fei. The image was deeply etched in his mind. That day in the Library of Northern Mountain University, he had suffered a sudden heart attack. If it hadn’t been for Chen Fei’s miraculous, almost supernatural medical skills saving him, he would have already met his maker. He certainly wouldn’t be here now, enjoying himself. In other words, Chen Fei was the benefactor who had saved his life.

When his condition had improved enough to be discharged from the hospital, he had desperately wanted to find Chen Fei to treat him to a meal and express his heartfelt gratitude. But he had no way of contacting him. Even though he had left his business card, Chen Fei had never called. This had become his greatest regret during his market research trip to Huaxia. He was about to return to Italy soon, meaning he would likely never have the chance to see the Chinese Divine Doctor again.

But just as he was lost in this sadness and regret, God had sent him a tremendous gift. The Chinese Divine Doctor, the benefactor who had saved his life, had appeared before him once more. Oh, God bless you, thank you so much, really!

”Who are you? Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” Just as Tucci was reveling in the joy of seeing his savior again, an enraged voice snapped him out of it.

The fawning middle-aged man was now furious, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. He glanced nervously at Jemio, who had been brutally dragged across the floor like a dead dog by Chen Fei. Then, forcing a stern expression, he issued a cold command, ”Security, where’s security? There’s someone causing trouble here, are you just going to stand by? And you, young man, do you know who Mr. Jemio is? He’s Mr. Tucci’s nephew…”

At this point, the man’s face turned even paler. He turned to Tucci, his voice trembling as he stammered, ”Re-respected Mr. Tucci, please don’t be angry. I never imagined something like this would happen. This man dared to harm Mr. Jemio... Please, rest assured, I, Li Hao, will stake everything to make him pay.”

”You... you dared to hit me! Just you wait! I’m going to sue you! I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison!” Jemio roared ferociously from the floor. His body, however, felt as if it were being crushed by an immense force, preventing him from standing up. His contorted face was pressed against the cold floor in an utterly pathetic and humiliating display.

”Young man, do you know what you’re doing? Mr. Jemio is a foreign guest! Can you bear the consequences if something happens to him? If you don’t let go this instant, you’ll be spending the night at the police station!” a government official, who apparently didn’t recognize Chen Fei, shouted righteously.

”Chen Fei…” Murong Shan’s beautiful face was etched with panic. Clutching the hem of her evening gown, she nervously tugged at Chen Fei’s arm, trying to get him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come out.

Nearby, Fatty, Little Fatty, and Murong Shan’s other classmates were visibly shaken and utterly shocked. They never expected Chen Fei to be so bold as to lay hands on Jemio—an ”esteemed foreign guest,” a member of the Saint Laurent Group’s inspection delegation to Jiangnan Province, and the nephew of Mr. Tucci, one of the world’s top designers. His actions were simply too irrational, leaving them all speechless. If something like this wasn’t handled properly, it could easily escalate into a diplomatic incident. And who could possibly bear that responsibility?