When Qin Hui returned to his TCM clinic, it was already evening. After a simple dinner, he began to busy himself with the herbs he had obtained.
Qin Hui intended to refine these herbs into pills. Though called pills, they were essentially just medicinal balls, similar to the granules people take for colds, but shaped round.
The pills Qin Hui concocted were life-saving. If he were to sell them, they would naturally fetch a good price.
Unfortunately, Qin Hui did not place much importance on wealth. If he truly wanted to make money, with his skills, he could even make the world's richest person shift their position.
Qin Hui toiled until midnight for these pills, finally completing a batch. The only regret was that some pills had failed, resulting in waste.
The night passed without incident. When the sun slowly rose the next day, a large crowd had gathered outside Qin Hui's TCM clinic.
Of course, among these people, the elderly were the most numerous. After all, Qin Hui’s medical skills were good, and initially, there weren't many people.
Later, word spread from ten to a hundred, and Qin Hui's business naturally improved.
After waking up and having breakfast, Qin Hui began to see patients. Because Qin Hui’s consultation fees were not expensive, patients would often leave eggs, fruits, and other items to show their gratitude after he treated them.
This was also the greatest sense of accomplishment for Qin Hui after each treatment. Perhaps this kind of ordinary life was what Qin Hui desired.
Sometimes, when there were few patients, Qin Hui would occasionally read divine doctor novels online. However, after a few glances, he would put them down. Compared to those protagonists, Qin Hui felt that a simple, ordinary life was what he yearned for.
"Sigh, it would be great if life could always be like this, guarding a TCM clinic and marrying a beautiful wife to live a simple life."
Qin Hui could not help but sigh in his leisure time.
At five in the afternoon, all the patients had finally left.
Qin Hui stood up, stretched, and rubbed his temples.
Just then, Qin Hui’s phone rang.
Qin Hui picked up his phone and was a bit bewildered.
"This woman is actually calling me?"
Seeing Jiang Yanxi's call, Qin Hui felt extremely surprised.
"Hello, Director Jiang, what is it?"
Qin Hui asked politely. Although their previous interaction was a one-off deal, Qin Hui remained civilized and courteous.
Jiang Yanxi on the other end of the phone was momentarily stunned by Qin Hui’s polite tone.
In that instant, Jiang Yanxi thought she had dialed the wrong number. When had that flippant Qin Hui, who always suggested sleeping together, become so polite?
However, this also made Jiang Yanxi feel a bit displeased. The more polite the other party was, the more indifferent they seemed. It was clear that this fellow did not want any association with her.
Jiang Yanxi was always the center of attention wherever she went. When had she ever been ignored by someone?
"Six PM, Tianyue Hotel, my treat. Come and have dinner with me!"
Jiang Yanxi stated concisely.
After Qin Hui cured Qin Shishi’s grandmother, Jiang Yanxi felt a sense of guilt, especially since Qin Hui had also cured her father.
Jiang Yanxi was a grateful person, so she thought of inviting Qin Hui to dinner to express her gratitude.
As for letting her dog chase Qin Hui before, that was a momentary impulse, and thinking back, it was indeed a prank. That’s why Jiang Yanxi wanted to invite Qin Hui to dinner.
Inside the TCM clinic, Qin Hui was stunned.
What?
This woman was inviting him to dinner?
Could there be a catch?
Qin Hui had finally managed to distance himself from Jiang Yanxi, and now she was coming back to him. Could it be that she felt it wasn't enough to have her dog bite him and wanted to trouble him again?
Damn it, maybe Jiang Yanxi had some intermittent mental illness!
Qin Hui shuddered at the thought and immediately labeled Jiang Yanxi as a dangerous individual. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Ahem, Director Jiang, I think it's best we forget about it. I'm just a humble TCM practitioner, how can I let you treat me to a meal?"
To avoid getting hurt, Qin Hui politely refused.
"If you don't come, I'll come to your TCM clinic and sleep there tonight."
"Oh, and I'll bring Hei Hu with me!"
After saying that, Jiang Yanxi directly hung up the phone, a cold smile on her lips.
Little brat, how dare you refuse an invitation to dinner from me.
Listening to the busy signal on the phone, Qin Hui felt like crying without tears.
Logically speaking, after Qin Hui cured Jiang Yanxi's father, their relationship should have been severed.
But judging by Jiang Yanxi's tone, Qin Hui knew that if he didn't go, she might actually bring her dog.
Yielding to Jiang Yanxi's intimidating presence, Qin Hui decided to accept the dinner invitation.
As for whether he could maintain his purity after the meal, he couldn't guarantee it.
This was because Qin Hui had thought about it a thousand times and could not fathom Jiang Yanxi's reason for inviting him to dinner. The only plausible explanation was that Jiang Yanxi might be lusting after him.
Alas, a man must learn to protect himself when he's out.
After closing the door of his TCM clinic, Qin Hui drove his Magotan towards the destination.
Admittedly, having a car was convenient. With a press of the accelerator, the surging power felt amazing. Even a Porsche Panamera couldn't outrun Qin Hui's Magotan.
Half an hour later, Qin Hui's car smoothly parked in the hotel's parking lot. Having a car was indeed convenient; the security guard at the entrance didn't stop him. If he hadn't had a car, with his current attire, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter the main gate.
This was Qin Hui's first time at such a high-end hotel, so he was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of things. What attracted Qin Hui the most were the attractive waitresses, all wearing high-slit wine-red qipaos, revealing their fair, long legs.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
A beautiful waitress approached and asked politely.
"Jiang Yanxi sent me. Do you know where she is?"
Qin Hui originally intended to call Jiang Yanxi, but since a beautiful woman was there to serve him, Qin Hui naturally wanted to chat with her about life.
"Jiang... You mean Director Jiang, right?"
The beautiful waitress immediately felt a headache. This was the first time she had seen someone dare to call Director Jiang by her full name. After all, this hotel was owned by the Jiang Group, and no one directly addressed the president by name.
"Yes."
Qin Hui nodded, trying to maintain a polite tone. He seemed to have startled the beautiful waitress.
"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll make a call to confirm."
The beautiful waitress offered a polite smile and went to the front desk to make a call.
Alas, beautiful women are indeed beautiful, and their demeanor is quite high-class. If it were like in the divine doctor novels Qin Hui read, with his attire, he would surely be met with ridicule.
Indeed, novels are deceiving; beautiful women are well-mannered!
Two minutes later, the beautiful waitress immediately walked up to Qin Hui and said respectfully, "Sir, I'll take you there now."
Qin Hui nodded slightly, thinking that Jiang Yanxi's influence was indeed great; even the way the waitress addressed him had changed from "you" to "sir."
The only thing that made Qin Hui uneasy was that he didn't know what game Jiang Yanxi was playing with him.