Shocking! The entire court was drooling with envy because of me.

Wu Wendong's eyes darted around, and he pulled Xue Buhuo aside, saying, "I know where Madam Shen's house is."

"Where?"

I won't tell you unless you take me with you.

Xue Buhuo's eyes widened: "So you were waiting for me here, kid! There's no such thing as a guest bringing another guest. Tell me quickly, and I'll give you two pieces of gold!"

"I don't want to be a guest, I can be your servant. Just take me with you! You can sit while I stand, I'll serve you meals, and I'll do whatever you say."

Wu Wendong chuckled. He didn't want the gold anymore; having it would only make him more confused.

"So what's your reason? Do you want to experience the life of a lower class too?"

"Yes, I really want to try it out!"

Xue Buhuo frowned, pondered for a long time, and finally agreed: "Alright, then I'll reluctantly take you as my servant."

"Then come with me now, go straight to my house for the night, and leave tomorrow!" Wu Wendong was overjoyed; he had to keep an eye on this old beggar in front of him.

If he can't find anyone tomorrow, he'll have nowhere to cry.

The food at Madam Shen's house must be even more delicious. In any case, he'll follow the old beggar and sneak in first.

There will always be a chance to get to eat it.

"become!"

Xue Buhuo readily agreed; he was used to being carefree and didn't care where he slept.

The Wu family was originally a wealthy merchant family with many shops and land properties, comparable to Zhao Wan's family.

However, due to Wu Wendong's large sums of money being sent to the casino over the years, the Wu family has long since declined, leaving only a few plots of land and a house; almost all of their shops have been sold off.

Therefore, Wu Wendong's father, Wu Houyi, would get angry whenever he saw Wu Wendong.

"Dad, I'm back." Wu Wendong became more careful when speaking to his father.

"I have no money for you!" Wu Hou's eyes widened, and when he looked behind him, his eyes widened even more. "Now you're hanging out with beggars, how pathetic!"

"How could my Wu family produce such a spendthrift son like you!"

Before the words were even finished, Xue Buhuo couldn't hold back any longer: "What beggar? Who's begging?"

"How can you be so rude? All you talk about is money. What kind of father are you? This young man is so nice, and you're not giving him any!"

In front of Wu Hou, Xue Buhuo took out a small handful of gold from his pocket and stuffed it directly into Wu Wendong's hand.

He added at the end, "If all else fails, you can just recognize me as your godfather; I have plenty of gold."

This infuriated Wu Hou.

"Well, you good-for-nothing! You've even found a sugar daddy out there. Did you and this beggar go out and rob someone together?"

"You're going to drive me crazy!!"

Wu Wendong was terrified. He didn't dare look at Wu Hou at all and hurriedly returned all the gold to Xue Buhuo.

"Father, no..."

"You good-for-nothing! You robber!!" Wu Hou was so angry that his face turned red. He looked around and saw a long wooden stick next to him.

He grabbed the wooden stick in a few quick steps and was about to hit Wu Wendong.

"Why are you so irritable? This is a problem, you need to get it treated!!" Xue Buhuo quickly ran two steps away.

But Wu Hou didn't care. He waved the wooden stick, cursing and hitting without any mercy.

"I'll beat you to death—"

"I'll beat you to death, you good-for-nothing, you disgrace!"

"You spendthrift brat! I'll rid you of this menace today!"

Wu Wendong, terrified, dodged left and right: "Father, I didn't, I didn't come back for money..."

"Dad, I've quit, really!"

"Don't even think about lying to me!!" Wu Hou wouldn't listen, chasing after Wu Wendong with a wooden stick, "I'm going to beat you to death today, killing you would save you trouble!!"

Xue Buhuo was frantic and quickly shouted, "Let's talk this out! Don't fight!"

"If you really kill him, who will take care of you in your old age and see you off when you die?!"

The commotion intensified, and suddenly, Wu Hou swayed unsteadily, then collapsed to the ground.

"Dad—" Wu Wendong lunged forward, "Wake up, Dad!"

"Doctor! We need to find a doctor right away!!"

Xue Buhuo sighed leisurely, took a few steps to Wu Hou, and pinched the philtrum with his thumbnail.

In just a few breaths, Wu Hou opened his eyes, but his breathing was very rapid and his face was flushed.

"Father, are you alright?" Wu Wendong asked anxiously, then turned to a servant beside him and called out, "Where's the doctor? Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

At this moment, Xue Buhuo had already taken Wu Hou's pulse. He frowned and after a long while said, "The liver qi stagnation has reached this point."

"What? Old man, you can take a pulse?"

"No need to call a doctor. Your father has liver qi stagnation that has turned into fire and is rising upwards. If it is not relieved, he will either have a stroke or heart disease within three years."

When it came to treating patients, Xue Buhuo appeared very professional. Even though his clothes were tattered, his words were inexplicably convincing.

"I'll write down a prescription later, and you can get the medicine according to the prescription."

"However, this illness is in the mind, not the body. Although the medicine is good, it can only clear liver fire, not anger. If you want to cure it completely, you must remember not to get angry."

Wu Hou had almost recovered. He sneered, "So you're still an old liar. What stroke or heart failure? I'm perfectly fine!"

"I was just dizzy with anger!"

"Ha—you're quite stubborn!" Xue Buhu laughed, his face full of certainty. "Do you have trouble falling asleep and often have vivid dreams?"

Do you experience bloating and acid reflux after meals?

Do you often experience throbbing pain in your temples? Are your bowel movements sometimes constipated and sometimes loose?

Do you experience a bitter taste in your mouth and a dry throat every morning?

"Do you experience chest tightness or pain, which worsens when you get angry?"

"..."

With each point Xue Buhuo made, Wu Hou's expression grew increasingly grim.

Goodness, every single one of them is spot on.

Seeing this, Wu Wendong, who was standing nearby, already knew in his heart that what Xue Buhuo said was true.

Regret and pain crept onto his face.

"Dad, it's all my fault, I'm the one who ruined you! I've really quit, I really won't gamble anymore, you have to believe me."

"I didn't go to the casino yesterday or today. You can ask my sister if you don't believe me, and my brother-in-law can vouch for it too!"

"Dad, I'll never go there again, please believe me!"

Xue Buhuo frowned; he hadn't realized this young man was a gambler.

So... he hesitated at the intersection just now because he was debating whether or not to go to the casino?

Xue Buhuo instantly realized he had figured it out. He looked at Wu Hou with a hint of sympathy and said, "If I had known it would be like this, I wouldn't have said anything."

"He absolutely deserves to be hit; no amount of hitting him would be excessive!"

"...It wouldn't be too much to kill him!"