One person: Fusion [Luo], a completely unlicensed black doctor

If it's just about winning people over.

Recalling the last dinner...

Doing this... seems a bit excessive.

Um...

This old guy... wants something out of me?

Or do they need something from me?

Two deductions arose in Bai Yuan's mind. After pushing open the door, he saw the white-haired little boy and girl who were already waiting for him...

Feng Xingtong.

Feng Xingtong raised her hand and greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Bai! I've prepared everything."

On the top floor of this clubhouse.

It is a large room with a rustic decor.

Feng Xingtong stood in front of a table piled with medical books.

Bai Yuan made a gesture of bending a finger.

"I can start anytime."

Feng Xingtong nodded, then slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his pupils had turned white-blue, his aura surged and churned, and black energy emanated from his fingers...

An aged figure appears in a strange manner.

The father has already confessed to Bai Yuan about the family's "Eight Extraordinary Skills".

Then there's no need to hide or explain it.

"Grandpa Zizhong, this is Bai Yuan, the doctor my father mentioned."

The aged figure turned to look at Bai Yuan.

The latter raised his hands and bowed, saying:

"Junior Bai Yuan greets Elder Wang."

Prince Zhong, in his soul form, hurriedly waved his hand.

"No need for that! Young friend's medical skills are no worse than this old man's. There's no need to address me as a junior; we can address each other as equals!"

Bai Yuan smiled slightly.

"Medical skills are medical skills, and seniority is seniority. You are old, and you have spent your whole life saving people. You have generously given money, often at a loss. Even in death, you still want to become a torch, meaning that you have done something for the world. It is only right to call you a senior."

The old man was on his deathbed.

His thought was that his death was inevitable, and since he couldn't change that, he wanted him to do something more for the world in another way...

He had signed a consent form before his death, donating his body to charity.

He asked Feng Zhenghao to give his soul to Feng Xingtong.

After hearing this, Wang Zizhong scratched his head rather awkwardly.

"No, no... I'm not as good as you say. Just treat me like an ordinary person, young friend."

Feng Xingtong took Bai Yuan's every move into her eyes, her gaze flickering subtly.

Father is right...

Bai Yuan is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface.

When he saw himself using the Eight Extraordinary Techniques 'Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals', his eyes were unusually calm.

That feeling of calm... was completely abnormal.

It's as if... I've seen it before!

is it possible?

This is completely impossible!

Neither he nor his father had ever demonstrated the ability to control spirits and generals in front of Bai Yuan!

He remained so calm, even dismissing the Eight Extraordinary Techniques as 'ordinary'...

Truly one of a kind in the world!

Father...can we really win over a man like that?

But in the time that followed...

Feng Xingtong's eyes widened in surprise...

Became shocked and stunned...

...

at this time,

In another room,

Feng Zhenghao silently watched as the door to Bai Yuan's room closed.

"Father, you don't need to come personally for this..."

I heard my daughter's voice.

There was a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Feng Zhenghao withdrew his gaze, turned to look at his daughter, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Shayan, what do you want to say?"

Feng Shayan hesitated, but facing her father's gaze, she finally asked:

"Father, shouldn't we have Bai Yuan as our pillar of support...?"

Feng Zhenghao's eyes flickered, and he calmly asked in return,

“Shayan, I feel like you care about Bai Yuan more than I do as his father.”

He met Feng Zhenghao's eyes, which were as sharp as a hawk's.

The latter's body trembled involuntarily.

Chapter 40: It's good that it's not a two-handed technique.

"Father! I..."

Feng Shayan felt a sudden panic and instinctively wanted to defend herself.

But her words were interrupted.

Feng Zhenghao raised one hand.

"Tell Father after Xing Tong and the others come out."

"Shayan, you can go out now. Father has something he needs to think about."

"Yes, Father..."

Feng Shayan opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say anything and turned to leave.

With the sound of a door closing.

Feng Shayan walked out of the room, leaned against the corridor, pressed her hands against the wall, and remained silent with her head down.

inside,

Feng Zhenghao sat in the chair, adjusted his glasses, and the lenses gleamed under the light.

The man took off the bracelet from his hand.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...

In the empty room, only the soft clinking of the bracelets could be heard.

Bai Yuan was sitting in the room, and he could see everything that was happening from afar...

Baiyuan...

Brother Bai.

Do you really take these eight extraordinary skills, which can drive people all over the world crazy, obsessed, and to fight each other, so lightly?

What...do you actually have?

How capable are they?

To be able to disregard...the eight extraordinary skills that seize the very essence of heaven and earth!

...

Three hours later,

Bai Yuan pushed open the door and went out.

Let's review our thoughts from the previous discussion and summarize them.

But in the next moment,

Two graceful figures emerged from around the corner not far away, their cheongsams outlining their alluring figures.

She carried a technician's personal box on each of her slender arms.

"Your Excellency has worked hard. You look a little tired after just one short while. Please take a rest."

Bai Yuan's expression showed a slight struggle, with a hint of 'evasion' in his brows. He took a deep breath.

"Well... I didn't work that hard... let's just forget about it..."

A woman in a pink cheongsam, her two white thighs alternating at the fork, came to the side of Baiyuan.

She pulled out her own handkerchief.

He raised his arm and gently wiped his forehead, which was covered in white hair.

"You're sweating, aren't you tired?"

Then, she gently bit her lip, her eyes looking pitiful, and said:

"President Feng specifically instructed us to help the young master relieve his fatigue; if we fail to complete the task, our wages will be deducted..."

"Young master, please help your sister!"

"My sister just learned a new pole dance style~ Want to see it?"

Bai Yuan took a deep breath.

Screw summaries and conclusions!

I'm simply not cut out for studying!

How can we waste time on this?!

"Sister, I am indeed a bit tired. My back and waist are aching. Let's go now!"

"Okay!"

...

After Bai Yuan left.

Feng Xingtong arrived at a room.

She saw her father and sister, who had been waiting for her.

Without wasting words, he directly used the Spirit Binding Technique to summon Prince Zhong again.

The instant after it appeared.

Feng Zhenghao immediately stood up from his chair, his attitude respectful.

"Old sir, thank you for your help today. You did me a favor!"