My Silly, Sweet Wife

”I was wrong, I was really wrong.” Sun Mu felt a burning sensation on his face.

Ye Guichen saw that the fun was almost over, glanced around at the crowd, and turned to walk back into the hotel.

Even Zhou Zhiruo, no matter how foolish, could see clearly that Li Ruoxuan was defending Ye Guichen and even made her boyfriend kneel. How could she possibly swallow this bitterness?

”Alright, you all just wait, I have to tell my dad about this.” Zhou Zhiruo said hatefully after Ye Guichen and Li Ruoxuan left.

At this moment, there were five or six people sitting in the hotel VIP lounge.

A group of people surrounded Professor John, engaging in a heated discussion.

”Professor John, what are your thoughts on the epidemic in South Africa?” The speaker was a man in his sixties; he was Dean Wang Jinglun of Yun City First Renmin Hospital. He came to the forum this time specifically to seek Professor John’s advice on epidemic research.

Beside Wang Jinglun, Zhou Zhiruo’s father, Zhou Hongyi, the deputy dean of Renmin Hospital, was practically serving tea and pouring water like a waiter.

Professor John was dressed meticulously today, but he appeared a bit distracted, occasionally looking at his phone and glancing toward the door. He only responded after Wang Jinglun had repeatedly asked several times.

”Ah? Oh, sorry, Dean Wang, what did you just say?” Professor John asked.

Wang Jinglun felt a bit embarrassed: ”Uh, Professor John, are you feeling unwell?”

”Oh, no, no.” Realizing his faux pas, Professor John apologized softly: ”Dean Wang, I’m really sorry. I’m actually waiting for someone.”

”Waiting for someone?” Wang Jinglun straightened his body, revealing a curious expression: ”Professor John, who could you possibly be waiting for?”

As soon as Ye Guichen was mentioned, Professor John’s eyes lit up: ”Dean Wang, you might not know, but I’ve met a remarkable figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine. Previously, I always held a skeptical attitude towards traditional Chinese medicine, but now, I want to become his disciple.”

”What? You want to become a disciple?” Everyone in the VIP lounge felt as if they were hearing a fantasy.

”Professor John, you must be joking. You are a titan in the medical community. Who could possibly be qualified to be your teacher?”

”Who is this person? In our country, we haven’t heard of any elder saying they want to take you as a disciple.”

In everyone’s mind, someone worthy of being Professor John’s teacher would surely be in their seventies or eighties.

Unexpectedly, Professor John appeared a bit frustrated: ”Oh, you don’t know, I want to be his disciple, but he doesn’t want me.”

”Ah? This, this...” Even Wang Jinglun was stunned.

In our country, there’s someone so incredible? How come I don’t know?

”But, today I asked Ruoxuan to invite him. She just sent a text message, and he should be here soon.” Professor John ignored everyone’s astonishment and took a long breath.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jinglun and the others immediately perked up.

They also wanted to see what kind of extraordinary person could make Professor John want to become a disciple.

”Knock, knock, knock!”

A few minutes later, the door to the VIP lounge was knocked.

Originally seeming somewhat bored, Professor John’s figure suddenly became extremely agile. Before anyone could react, he rushed to the door in a flash and opened it.

Professor John saw Ye Guichen at once and was overjoyed: ”Master, finally, you’re here.”