A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

"Gu Feng, this outfit of mine is still new. We're about the same size, so it should fit you. Go take a shower and change into it." Ding Lisheng handed him the clothes.

"Okay." Gu Feng accepted it readily without even saying thank you.

In his view, his current wretched state, barely clothed, was entirely Ding Lisheng's fault.

Wearing his clothes, eating his breakfast, and casually flirting with his daughter—he didn't think it was excessive at all.

Gu Feng, carrying his clothes, was led by a servant into a bathroom that was even larger than Su Man'er's living room, where he took a comfortable bath.

"Dad, why did you call him here?" Ding Hanhan asked, clearly displeased.

"Let's have your grandfather's follow-up appointment."

"Oh." Ding Hanhan had just breathed a sigh of relief, but after hearing her father's next sentence, she couldn't help but gasp.

"Please ask him to escort you to school."

"Huh? Why do we need him to escort us!" Ding Hanhan exclaimed immediately.

"I've already had someone try. If even he can't protect you, I think there's probably no one else in this world who can."

Although Ding Hanhan was unwilling, she knew in her heart that what her father said was true.

"And you absolutely mustn't be unwilling; it's not certain whether they'll agree or not," Ding Lisheng added worriedly.

"Fine, if you don't want to, then forget it. I don't care about him!" Ding Hanhan muttered angrily.

"Girl, these are critical times, not the time to be reckless. Don't even mention you, even your father has been targeted by several organized and premeditated assassination attempts. The Yihe Gang's territory has also been inexplicably disrupted several times. I have tens of thousands of men under my command, but I still can't find out who's behind it all. Your father is very worried. You need to listen to your father and stay safe and healthy so that your father can deal with this crisis without any worries." Ding Lisheng earnestly advised.

Ding Hanhan had never seen such an expression on her father's face before, and she was shocked, unable to utter the words she was about to say.

"Girl, your grandfather already knows about this and has discussed countermeasures with me several times. At this critical juncture, you absolutely must stay safe and sound. You can't afford to make a single mistake and must not give the enemy any opportunity."

"Dad, I understand." Seeing her father's serious expression, Ding Hanhan sensibly stopped arguing and nodded obediently. At home, she always played the role of a good girl.

When Gu Feng came out of the bathroom, Ding Lisheng and Ding Hanhan were both stunned, their expressions incredibly complex and strange.

Gu Feng looked down at himself in confusion: his zipper was zipped up, and he wasn't crazy enough to wear his underwear on the outside like some superhero on TV. So why were they staring at him like he was Ultraman?

That's amazing, Master Gu even knows about Ultraman.

"What's wrong?" Gu Feng asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, it's nothing. Gu Feng, actually, if you paid a little more attention to your clothes, you'd be quite a handsome guy. If you don't want to study medicine and want to make a name for yourself, Uncle Ding can put in all his effort to make you a star," Ding Lisheng said with a sigh.

As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha.

After changing his clothes, Gu Feng looked like he had undergone a mythical transformation. Just a moment ago, he looked as disheveled as someone performing a chest-breaking stunt on the street, but now he had become a handsome and elegant young man.

His eyebrows were thick and dark, which would have been a joke on a woman's face; but on this angular man's face, they added a touch of heroism. His bright eyes, paired with a slightly languid smile, were like a striking sight, captivating all who looked at him.

Even Ding Hanhan, who had always looked down on him, struggled to look away, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

The maids around him didn't have Miss Ding's self-control; most of their eyes were fixed on him, filled with surprise, envy, jealousy, and even undisguised admiration.

Gu Feng blushed as he was stared at like he was a monster by so many people.

Most of the time, he was used to quietly blending into the crowd. Even if he were truly a pearl, he was accustomed to concealing his brilliance.

Suddenly becoming the center of attention made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he were being stared at like a lunatic when he was perfectly healthy.

"Ahem—" Ding Lisheng coughed heavily, which snapped the frozen maids out of their daze, and they went about their business. "Gu Feng, let's have breakfast."

"No, no, Uncle Ding, I've already eaten. I'll throw up if I eat any more." Gu Feng naturally thought the last sentence to himself.

"Since we still have some time, shall we go see the old man?" Ding Lisheng rarely used such a consultative tone, even when speaking to his advisor. This was perhaps the first time he had spoken to someone like this since taking the helm.

"Okay." Gu Feng readily agreed. He thought he finally understood why Ding Li had begged him to come, no matter what.

Ding Lisheng led Gu Feng into a room the size of a volleyball court, where Gu Feng saw Old Man Ding lying on the bed.

Upon seeing him, Old Man Ding became visibly agitated: "Gu Feng, I've finally seen you again! It feels like a lifetime has passed! I don't know how to thank you enough. If it weren't for you, I would be dead."

"Hehe, old man, how do you feel?" Gu Feng's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, as usual, but in his heart he thought: I am the one who has truly lived two lives.

"It's alright, it's alright, much better than when I was in the hospital," Old Ding replied, but couldn't help but sigh, "If I had listened to you sooner, I wouldn't be in this state today."

If you don't suffer a little, how will you know whether you're alive or dead, and how will you know the abilities of this Mongolian doctor... no, this divine physician, this peerless divine physician!

With that thought in mind, Gu Feng didn't hesitate and immediately began examining Old Man Ding.

After examining him by sight, touch, tapping, listening, and palpation, he straightened up, sighed, and said, "Old man, it's nothing serious. Just rest well and you'll be fine soon."

"Grandpa, look, the doctor said you're fine, just rest and recover. You still say I'm lying to you." Ding Hanhan leaned over the bed and held the old man's hand, but she was clearly not used to calling Gu Feng "doctor".

Old Man Ding affectionately stroked his granddaughter's hair, then turned to Gu Feng and asked, "Really? Gu Feng, you're not in cahoots with this girl to fool this old man, are you?"

"Of course not. Gu Feng is a doctor, not a feng shui master. He never lies," Gu Feng said with a smile. He doesn't usually lie, but when he does, he's exceptionally skilled, and he certainly doesn't lie to ordinary people.

"Hehe, I'm relieved to hear that. I'll just focus on recovering." Old Man Ding said cheerfully.

"Well, I'll prescribe a health-preserving formula for you in a bit. Just decoct it according to the dosage, and you'll get better soon." After saying that, Gu Feng prepared to take his leave.

To everyone's surprise, Old Man Ding's expression hardened, and he instructed the others, "You all go out first, I need to say a few words to Gu Feng."

Ding Hanhan was somewhat surprised, but Ding Lisheng was quite calm, as if he had expected it, and led his daughter and servants out.

After the door closed, Old Man Ding finally spoke: "Gu Feng, I heard from Dean Peng that my illness isn't hepatitis, but poisoning, is that right?"

"You could call it hepatitis, or you could call it poisoning," Gu Feng gave an ambiguous answer.

"Oh? What do you mean?" Old Ding frowned.

"The liver is the largest detoxification organ in the human body. However, if the food we eat over a long period of time contains toxins, the accumulated toxicity will exceed the liver's metabolic capacity and overload, which will naturally cause liver damage."

"So what exactly did I eat?"

"I'm afraid only you, sir, would know the answer," Gu Feng said, shrugging.

Old Ding fell into deep thought.

"Old man, do you like pigeons?" Gu Feng couldn't help but ask.

"Well, this old man doesn't like chickens, ducks, pigs, cows, or sheep, but he loves pigeons the most." Old Ding said, struggling to sit up, clearly wanting to get out of bed to find something.

"What would you like to get? I'll get it for you." Gu Feng quickly stepped forward.

"On that bookshelf, in the last shelf of the fourth row, there's a pigeon cookbook that I had a chef write specifically for me."

"They really are rich; even their recipes are custom-made." Gu Feng sighed inwardly, walked over, and took down the recipe. He opened it and couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.

Milk pigeon soup, braised pigeon with shiitake mushrooms, pigeon stewed with codonopsis and angelica, braised pigeon, crispy pigeon, steamed pigeon, pigeon with gastrodia elata, pigeon with camphor tea, pigeon with sour plum, four-treasure pigeon meat...

The document contained detailed records of over eighty ways to cook pigeons, covering everything from ingredient preparation, seasoning, and heat control to a color illustration of the final product.

"My personal chef always cooks according to this recipe. I eat pigeon meat as naturally as anyone else eats pork."

"Is there someone specifically responsible for the pigeons you usually eat?"

"Yes, I have six secretaries, one of whom is in charge of managing my life. She is responsible for all the daily affairs, big and small. Checking whether my daily food is safe and hygienic is one of her daily tasks." When Old Man Ding said this, he did not mean to boast, but was simply stating a fact.

"Taking care of your daily life? Wouldn't that be better called a nanny?" Gu Feng scoffed inwardly, then asked, "Since someone is specifically responsible for checking your food, how did you accidentally eat a pigeon that regularly eats neem seeds?"

"Well... I'm afraid I'll have to ask my secretary first," Old Ding said, picking up the phone from the bedside table.

Gu Feng frowned slightly. He didn't want to speak, but he couldn't control himself: "Old man Ding, if I were you, I wouldn't make this call."

Old Ding paused, his gaze towards Gu Feng suddenly becoming complex. He slowly put down the phone: "Kid, do you think my poisoning this time wasn't accidental, but rather something someone did intentionally? What you really want to say is: someone wants to harm me?"

Gu Feng didn't say anything; he was already regretting his earlier outburst.

"You're telling me not to make this call, are you telling me not to alert the enemy?" Old Ding pressed, his words relentless.

Gu Feng remained silent. He really wanted to slap someone right now, but not someone else; he wanted to slap himself. At this point, he finally understood: Old Man Ding's phone call was a pretense; he was testing him. And he had inexplicably fallen for it, feeling incredibly frustrated.

That cunning old fox! I really underestimated him.

Old Ding was clearly extremely dissatisfied with Gu Feng's silence. His face darkened with anger, and he said impatiently, "Give me an answer!"

In this respect, she's just like Ding Hanhan—she throws a tantrum at the slightest disagreement. Gu Feng couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Like grandfather, like grandson.

"Old Ding, I didn't say anything just now, and you didn't hear anything either. Now you haven't said anything, and I haven't heard anything either. I'm just here to give you a follow-up examination, that's all," Gu Feng said calmly.

Old Ding stared intently at him, his gaze shifting between light and shadow. Only at this moment did this usually kind-faced, gentle, and seemingly easy-to-bully old man unleash the domineering aura of a lion.

Even someone as oblivious as Gu Feng felt goosebumps rising on his skin from being stared at.

However, that look only lasted for a moment.

Old Ding burst into laughter: "Haha, I get it! Gu Feng, you little fox, you're afraid of getting dragged into this mess!"

Gu Feng couldn't help but smile bitterly, saying nothing. The lesson from his past life was too profound; he had almost lost his life. Even now, the thought still sent shivers down his spine. As the saying goes, "A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit," he truly needed to learn from this experience—to be a high-profile person, but a low-profile doctor.

"You're quite clever, kid," Old Ding said, staring at him with amusement.

"Gu Feng is ashamed." Gu Feng subconsciously wanted to clasp his hands in humility, but after raising his arm slightly, he let it fall limply. In this day and age, such formalities are no longer fashionable.

"You should indeed be ashamed. Because what you call false intelligence is actually false intelligence." Old Man Ding's voice suddenly turned cold, even colder than Ding Hanhan's, and the change was so sudden that it didn't give anyone any warning.

Gu Feng raised his head, not annoyed, but looking at Old Man Ding with a puzzled expression.