Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 912 Little Wang, let me test how well you've learned your medical skills.

"oh!?"

Feng Zhenghao's interest was piqued again by He Songling.

Yes, this is no ordinary person; he is suspected to be He Songling.

The first president of Trinity University, the honorary president for life, the senior of the current president, and the man whom Wang Zizhong regarded as a teacher.

Others can't get help from Wang Zizhong, no matter how good their relationship is, but this one definitely can.

wrong.

Feng Zhenghao patted his head, probably because he had drunk too much, and he had let He Songling get a little confused.

I was just thinking that if this person really is He Songling, it wouldn't matter if Feng Xingtong didn't go to Trinity College, as long as she could follow him. Besides, if it really is He Songling, why would he need to go through all that trouble to find Wang Zizhong? He could handle the child's enrollment himself.

Once this is said, would the current principal, Zhuge Yuan, dare to disagree?

"Brother Ling, I'm relieved to hear you say that." Feng Zhenghao still wanted to probe further, "Old Wang just finished his free medical consultation in North China these past two days and is resting at the sanatorium arranged by our Tianxia Group. If you have any contact with him, should I call him over as well?"

"Great, great!" He Songling hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise. He had originally planned to meet Wang Zizhong when he went south to fully return to Trinity University. Now that the old man was in Tianjin, it saved him the trouble.

"Alright then." Feng Zhenghao said, and started making a phone call. The call was first connected to the sanatorium, and then handed to Wang Zizhong. His words were sincere, and it was clear that Wang Zizhong was a compassionate and benevolent doctor who could truly win people's hearts. Even a ruthless figure like Feng Zhenghao genuinely admired him.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Zhenghao said apologetically, "Please don't mind..."

"Oh, I understand, it's all for the sake of the children!"

As I said before, Tianjin is not very big, especially considering the close proximity between the Tianxia Group's sanatorium and its headquarters.

Although Wang Zizhong was old, he inherited He Songling's miraculous medical skills, and his health was better than that of many college students born in the 2000s.

Less than half an hour later, Wang Zizhong was led in by a waiter.

"Xiao Feng, you little rascal, call me halfway through your meal." Wang Zizhong's personality is quite different from the gentle old man in the original story. As expected of someone who followed He Songling, although he still has the face of a kind old grandfather, he walked in with a smile and immediately started teasing Feng Zhenghao.

"Oh, Mr. Wang, you've arrived."

Feng Zhenghao, Feng Shayan, and Feng Xingtong, father and sons, stood up at the same time to greet each other.

The other four young people also stood up to greet them.

Actually, Xia He didn't really want to move. In Quanxing, she never showed respect to the other party just because they were old men. But Zhang Lingyu pulled her hard and glared at her with a warning look, so she had no choice but to stand up reluctantly.

"Hey, sit down, everyone sit down. What's all this fuss about over a meal? It's all your fault, Xiao Feng, for setting this bad example." The old man chuckled as he ran inside. "Me, sitting in the head seat?"

He walked over to Feng Zhenghao and saw that behind Feng Zhenghao, there was another young man who hadn't stood up.

The old man was still chuckling: "Look, there's still one child you haven't corrupted. I told you long ago, don't go through all that complicated stuff... Oh dear!" He suddenly exclaimed halfway through his sentence.

If Wang Zizhong hadn't already been standing, he would have liked to stand up respectfully like the Feng family father and son.

"you……"

Wang Zizhong could say that this face was both very familiar and not very familiar, after all, it had been a full seventy years since he had seen it. But when he saw it again, there was no sense of distance or unfamiliarity.

"Old He! Are you Teacher He? Oh my god, what are you doing out here! Oh my goodness, someone come quick, we're about to run away! Teacher He!"

“Little Wang, you’ve really made something of yourself.” He Songling looked dangerously at Wang Zizhong’s hand gripping his arm and said, “I’m out now. If you keep acting like this, I’ll hang you on the wall, you believe me? I’ll have Chairman Feng prepare wreaths, curtains, and elegiac couplets, and write ‘Eternal Glory’ for you.”

"Ahem, I'm just confirming." Wang Zizhong withdrew his hand, took two imperceptible steps to the side and back, and shielded Feng Zhenghao in front of him. Wang Zizhong was now certain that in the current world of supernatural beings, only He Songling dared to tease him like this.

"Teacher He, you're really not dead."

"You're pretty disappointed, aren't you?" He Songling grabbed Wang Zizhong across Feng Zhenghao and pulled him in front of her. "Wang Zizhong, what the hell are you doing? Your wife has been missing for so many years, and you still haven't found her. And you're still doing research at university? What the hell are you researching!"

That's confirmed now.

The three members of the Feng family exchanged glances and nodded. Unless Prince Zhong was old and his eyesight was failing, this was Tie Hesongling.

"Then what do you suggest I do? I'm not good at playing tricks, I'm just a doctor, and I'm even less good at fighting. I still can't be sure who harmed Yingzi, or even if they harmed Yingzi at all."

Wang Zizhong sighed, pushed Feng Zhenghao aside, sat down, grabbed a chicken leg and started gnawing on it, as if the chicken leg were the enemy who had kidnapped Duanmu Ying.

"Foolish! You're the imperial court, an official investigator! What evidence do you need for personal revenge? Who benefits, who's the mastermind? Isn't that simple?"

He Songling slapped the old man on the back of the head, just like when Wang Zizhong was a shy young man back then. "That Lü family's Soul-Brightening Technique has been around for decades. Aren't you going to do it? You can't beat them by yourself. How many people are there at Sanyi University? Gather your people and go and beat those sons of bitches!"

"You make it sound so easy. Back then, you had been missing for almost ten years. The storm that my Aunt Lu stirred up had just subsided. She went into seclusion and sealed herself off in Tangzhong. Her fate was unknown. Tangmen and Sanyi were all sealed off and kept a low profile to the point of almost disappearing in order to eliminate the impact. You want me to bring people to her door again?"

Wang Zizhong wasn't annoyed by the blow, but he looked at He Songling with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot: "Do you think I'm like you, able to command so many senior experts? Or do you think I'm like you, completely disregarding the consequences and just going in to fight?"

"Ho!"

He Songling raised his voice, "You, Xiao Wang, you've become quite capable over the past few decades. You're no longer that cowardly young man who wouldn't utter a word if you hit him with a stick. You've even learned to be defiant towards me?"

Actually, He Songling's statement isn't entirely accurate. Wang Zizhong may appear somewhat timid, but he's not timid at all. Looking at his early pronouncements, they were all delivered with the most arrogant tone, despite his seemingly cowardly nature. Not to mention his fate in the original novel, where he willingly became a spirit capable of controlling and commanding demons, determined to continue searching for Duanmu Ying.

This guy is tough, and he's very stubborn.

But He Songling didn't care about that. He pulled out a chair, stood up, and looked at Wang Zizhong with ill intent, pinching his knuckles. "I see you've become quite capable. Perfect, I'll test how well you've learned your medical skills."

(End of this chapter)