My Silly, Sweet Wife

Ye Guichen’s face turned black.

”Um, can you not call me master anymore?”

”Don’t you Huaxians have an old saying, ’A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father’? I’ve accepted you as my master, so you’re my dad.” Professor John said with a serious face, pulling Ye Guichen into the VIP lounge.

Li Ruoxuan, standing to the side, almost tripped over herself when she heard Professor John’s words.

He’s calling him daddy already?

Oh my, this teacher of mine sure can talk nonsense!

As soon as they entered the VIP lounge, everyone was shocked to see the young Ye Guichen.

Wang Jinglun was so stunned that he could barely speak, pointing at Ye Guichen and asking Professor John, ”This, this person can’t be...”

”Haha, Dean Wang, this is the hope of the traditional Chinese medicine community, a medical genius, and my teacher, Ye Guichen,” Professor John said with a big smile.

Wang Jinglun suddenly didn’t know what to say. After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out a smile and nodded to Ye Guichen, ”Oh, hello, I’m Wang Jinglun.”

Although he spoke politely, his eyes were full of disbelief.

He glanced at Zhou Hongyi, who had the same look of doubt in his eyes.

Is Professor John messing with us?

A young man who looks no more than twenty, a doyen of traditional Chinese medicine?

What a ridiculous joke.

However, out of respect for Professor John, Wang Jinglun and the others didn’t make things difficult for Ye Guichen and asked a waiter to get him a seat.

They then continued discussing medical advancements and research.

Professor John was quite spirited during the discussion, frequently consulting Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen responded vaguely and half-heartedly.

He had no interest whatsoever in academic matters.

Seeing Ye Guichen’s attitude, Wang Jinglun and the others grew even more doubtful.

Now they had only one thought: Ye Guichen must be a fraud who somehow tricked Professor John.

”Bang!”

Just as everyone’s doubts about Ye Guichen were intensifying, the VIP lounge door was rudely kicked open from the outside.

Security guards immediately followed, shouting, ”Stop, you stop!”

The hall manager, sweating profusely, chased after them, ”Quick, stop him, drag him out.”

While shouting, he didn’t dare to approach.

In front of them was a middle-aged man with scary-looking pustules on his face and hands.

He was panting heavily, and upon entering the VIP lounge, his eyes locked onto Zhou Hongyi.

Thud!

The man ran to Zhou Hongyi and knelt down, ”Dean Zhou, please save me, save me!”

The middle-aged man tried to grab Zhou Hongyi’s leg.

Zhou Hongyi reflexively jumped back, ”You, why are you here?”

Obviously, Zhou Hongyi knew this man covered in pustules.

In the next second, Zhou Hongyi seemed to realize something, his face turning extremely grim as he looked up at the hall manager, ”What’s going on? How could you let someone in here? Do you want me to tell your boss and get you fired?”

The hall manager apologized profusely, ”I’m so sorry, we’ll remove him right away.”

He ordered the security guards, ”What are you doing? Hurry up and drag him out.”

The security guards hesitantly took a few steps forward, but upon seeing the man’s pustules, none of them dared to touch him.

The middle-aged man shrieked, ”Vice Dean Zhou, you promised me, you have to help me, you have to help me!”

”This is not the place to talk, you should leave first, we’ll discuss later,” Zhou Hongyi said, lowering his voice and glaring at the man.

The middle-aged man insisted, ”But I gave you...”

”Shut up! If you don’t leave now, I won’t help you anymore!” Zhou Hongyi harshly interrupted.