My Silly, Sweet Wife

”Fan Zhidong, don’t be ungrateful, quickly hand over the spiritual spring water!”

”Exactly, if you don’t hand over the spiritual spring water today, your Fan Family will no longer exist on this street.”

”You’ve even changed the signboard to Shennong Hall, hah, have you even considered if Shennong Hall will have a day to rise again?”

”Nowadays, Chinese medicine is owned by Medicine King Valley. Fan Zhidong, you’re courting death, daring to steal the spiritual spring water. If you hand it over, we’ll plead with the people from Medicine King Valley for you.”

A group of people, filled with righteous indignation, kept shoving, planning to push their way through.

Fan Zhidong tried his best to stop them, but how could he manage?

But from just a few words, Ye Guichen understood the situation.

These people were here for the spiritual spring water.

It seemed that when they were in the teahouse, Fan Zhidong inadvertently revealed the existence of the spiritual spring water and was soon targeted by these people.

The elderly men who were drinking tea with Fan Zhidong earlier were now standing in the corner, evidently feeling helpless.

”An innocent man gets into trouble because of his wealth.”

They hadn’t expected the spiritual spring water to stir such jealousy, leading to people blocking their doorstep.

”Bang!”

In the tussle, someone punched Fan Zhidong on the nose.

Fan Zhidong was already old and couldn’t withstand such pushing and shoving from so many people.

After being hit, he immediately fell back, and nosebleed started flowing.

Ye Guichen, quick to react, rushed forward to catch Fan Zhidong before his head hit the corner of the table: ”Sir, are you okay?”

Fan Zhidong covered his nose with one hand, shook his head with a wry smile: ”Sect Leader Ye, I’m really useless. I just wanted to show off a bit, didn’t expect it to turn out like this.”

Ye Guichen comforted him: ”It’s okay, the spiritual spring water was originally given to you by me. Even if others covet it, they should come at me instead.”

Then, he handed Fan Zhidong over to Fan Chang’an and looked up at the troublemakers: ”So, you want the spiritual spring water?”

”Who are you?”

”Get lost, this is none of your business! Mind your own affairs!”

”Exactly, if you don’t want to die, get lost!”

The crowd cared little whether Fan Zhidong was injured and didn’t want to waste words with Ye Guichen.

Previously, the spiritual spring water was controlled by Medicine King Valley, and they had never even seen it.

However, now, Fan Zhidong and his son had a barrel of it, which was a rare opportunity.

As long as they seized the spiritual spring water from the father and son, even if the people from Medicine King Valley pursued them later, they could lay all the blame on the father and son.

Moreover, by then, the spiritual spring water might have already been used up.

Such a golden opportunity, anyone with a bit of sense would want a piece of it.

”You’re being impudent, how dare you speak to Sect Leader Ye like that!” Fan Chang’an couldn’t help but get angry, his face flushed: ”You keep mentioning Medicine King Valley, but all they care about is money. You’re all birds of a feather.”

”Birds of a feather?” an old man in a grey robe looked at Fan Chang’an mockingly: ”Chang’an, technically speaking, you should call me uncle. I’ve been on this street for over fifty years, and I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve drunk water. All these years, you’ve taken pride in your grandfather being an outer disciple of Shennong Sect, but what has that damned Shennong Sect ever given you? To put it bluntly, following Medicine King Valley will put meat on your table. You and your father are fools, refusing to turn back even when the end is near.”

”Heh, if you obediently hand over the spiritual spring water today, we might wait a bit before reporting you to Medicine King Valley. But if you don’t hand it over, we’ll inform Medicine King Valley right away. Then, it won’t be just about reclaiming the spiritual spring water; you and your father might get into trouble too, and whether your clinic can stay open will depend on your luck.”

The grey-robed old man showed disdain, clearly not taking Ye Guichen seriously.

Fan Chang’an opened his mouth but didn’t know how to argue back.

Ye Guichen could also see through their facade.

Knowing this could be an opportunity.

In others’ eyes, the Shennong Sect was in decline, unable even to protect those loyal to it. How could it grow strong again?

”So, in your eyes, Medicine King Valley is stronger than Shennong Sect?” Ye Guichen stepped in front of the grey-robed old man: ”And by strength, you mean influence and power, not medical skills, right?”

The grey-robed old man sneered: ”Kid, I don’t care if you claim to be some self-anointed leader of Shennong Sect or some meddlesome fool. I advise you to scram far away and live a few more days. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee you can walk out of this street.”

”Heh, honestly, in today’s society, you think you can pressure people with medical skills? I admit, Shennong Sect once had immense medical prowess, but so what? Can a few down-and-out physicians uphold the entire Shennong Sect? Nonsense! It’s all rubbish. Without power, everything is pointless!”

Though the grey-robed old man’s words were painfully frank, they made Ye Guichen realize something.

Shennong Sect has always pursued the path of medicine, healing and saving lives, while neglecting its own development.

But in today’s society, without sufficient strength, even healing people is difficult.

”Alright, I understand.” Ye Guichen stopped arguing and took out his phone.

These people are fair-weather friends. With Shennong Sect weak, they naturally oppose it, but if Medicine King Valley weakens, let’s see what they’ll do.

”Hello, Brother Zhang, is Gong Cheng with you?” Ye Guichen directly called Zhang Chongchen.

The Lingquan Villa should be nearly sorted by the Taoist sect now.

Zhang Chongchen, receiving Ye Guichen’s call, was a bit excited and quickly said: ”Yes, yes, he’s still at the Lingquan Villa. Master Brother is leading people around the Lingquan Villa, looking for other clues or anyone who escaped. Brother Ye, are you alright? Did you catch Qiuming Mountain?”

”Caught him.” Ye Guichen didn’t elaborate and said: ”Brother Zhang, bring Gong Cheng to the herbal medicine street, and remember, Gong Cheng can’t die.”

Zhang Chongchen didn’t understand what Ye Guichen intended but quickly agreed: ”Alright, alright, no problem. I’ll inform Master Brother right away.”

After speaking, he hung up the call.

The grey-robed old man vaguely heard Ye Guichen mention Gong Cheng, felt a bit familiar but couldn’t remember who he was. Seeing Ye Guichen’s pretentious demeanor, he sneered: ”Kid? You calling in backup? Heh, this is Quanzhou, I, Shen Lao Hu, have some say on herbal medicine street. Even the Heavenly Master Tao of Qingcheng Mountain gives me some respect. Whoever you’re calling won’t help!”