"Mr. Cheng, what advice do you have? Hua will listen attentively!" Hua Fasheng bowed with respect and said.
Cheng Xiaofan's smile faded. "I want to talk to you about your mother's condition. From a doctor's perspective, they are right; the old lady is beyond help!"
Hearing this, Hua Fasheng felt like he had been struck by lightning. His voice choked with emotion. "Mr. Cheng, I understand. My mother's recovery was just a final surge of energy. She still has to leave this world!"
Cheng Xiaofan shook his head. "Old Hua, you misunderstand. To tell you the truth, when I first saw the old lady, her time was indeed up. I was going to leave, but out of respect for you, I used my spiritual energy to extend her lifespan by one year!"
Hua Fasheng's eyes widened. He never imagined Cheng Xiaofan could use spiritual energy to extend the life of someone near death. He had heard many tales of life extension in folklore, but always dismissed them as baseless myths. Now, it was happening in reality, to his own mother.
"Mr... Mr. Cheng, how can I possibly deserve you to extend my mother's life?" Hua Fasheng stammered, overwhelmed with emotion.
Cheng Xiaofan smiled. "Although I only arrived the afternoon before yesterday, I've heard many staff members privately praise you as a filial son. Your mother is a kind-hearted woman, and under her guidance, you've done much good in society over the years. Furthermore, I know that the house you live in now belongs to your former superior, who lent it to you because your old residence was too dilapidated before he went abroad. I understand that your mother's passing at this time would be a great blow to you. That's precisely why I used my spiritual energy to grant her an extra year of life. Use this time to be a good son."
Upon hearing Cheng Xiaofan's words, Hua Fasheng burst into tears. He repeatedly bowed to Cheng Xiaofan, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Cheng, thank you for giving me the opportunity to care for my mother!"
With a thump, Hua Fasheng knelt before Cheng Xiaofan. "Mr. Cheng, thank you, thank you!"
Cheng Xiaofan helped him up. "Old Hua, please don't do this. Someone might see and think something has happened!" He took out two bottles of top-grade Kai Xin Jiu from his backpack and handed them to Hua Fasheng. "This is my gift for the old lady. Have her drink two cups before bed each night. It will guarantee her a strong body for the year, no matter what she does!"
Hua Fasheng took the bottles, his face filled with shock. "Mr. Cheng, Director Lu of the Jianghu Affairs Bureau told me that one bottle of your Kai Xin Jiu once sold for ten billion. These two bottles are worth twenty billion!"
"Hahaha!" Cheng Xiaofan laughed heartily. "Old Hua, that's not the right way to put it. Since I'm giving it to you, don't mention its price! What is money? Do I look like someone who likes money? As the saying goes, wealth is like dirt, and benevolence is worth a thousand pieces of gold. When doing anything, one must consider its value. Don't you agree?"
"Alright, that's enough talk. I need to return to the guesthouse. After all, my current role is as a nursing physician for Melina, so I can't be away too long. We Chinese value responsibility and dedication!" With a wave of his hand, a loud cry sounded, and a giant eagle seemed to descend from the heavens, circling above the rooftop. The Po Tian Ying did not conceal its form this time; it knew its master was feeling rather pleased and could provide a timely assist.
Cheng Xiaofan leaped onto the back of the Po Tian Ying, which was more than ten meters above the rooftop. The Po Tian Ying cried out again and quickly vanished.
"My heavens!" Hua Fasheng exclaimed in awe. Although he had seen Cheng Xiaofan flying with the Po Tian Ying in his live streams, witnessing it in person for the first time was breathtaking. Truly a divine being! Reflecting on Cheng Xiaofan's generous words, Hua Fasheng felt a moment of disorientation. Lu Shengming had said he was greedy for money, but this was completely contrary to his expectations. Looking at the Kai Xin Jiu worth twenty billion in his hands, tears streamed down his face. He was grateful to Lu Shengming for the recommendation; otherwise, he would never have had the chance to meet such a divine figure. Without Cheng Xiaofan, his mother would have been on her way to burial.
"Mr. Cheng, you're back!" Melina greeted him with surprise as Cheng Xiaofan appeared at the guesthouse. Jin Yanyun was by her side; they had just returned from a nearby park.
Cheng Xiaofan nodded with a smile. "Yes, I just returned!"
Melina asked with concern, "Mr. Cheng, how is Director Hua's mother?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled. "She's fine now. The old lady's health is excellent!"
Melina said, "Director Hua told me his mother had been rejected by the hospital and he was preparing for the funeral. I didn't expect that after your intervention, she would be well!"
"Mr. Cheng, you are truly the most remarkable divine doctor in the world!"
Cheng Xiaofan chuckled. "It's nothing remarkable; just a small gesture."
Melina and Jin Yanyun couldn't help but sigh. Was this merely a small gesture? Not only was Mr. Cheng immensely capable, but he was also so humble. In this day and age, someone like him was a precious resource needing special protection.
"Ms. Melina, Mr. Cheng, it's lunchtime. Shall we head to the restaurant?" Jin Yanyun suggested.
"Alright, let's go eat!" Cheng Xiaofan replied.
Lunch and dinner were different from breakfast. The foreign affairs office had arranged a luxurious private room for Melina and her companions. A dedicated waiter was already waiting for them when they arrived.
"Sir, two ladies, what would you like to eat?" the beautiful waitress asked respectfully, presenting a menu.
Jin Yanyun took the menu and smiled at Cheng Xiaofan. "Mr. Cheng, what would you like to eat? Please choose."
"I'm not used to ordering. I'll eat whatever you order. Also, there are only three of us, so let's not order too much. Three dishes and one soup should be enough to avoid waste!"
Hearing this, Melina and Jin Yanyun were taken aback. Earlier that morning, someone had provided a table full of delicacies that had vanished in the blink of an eye. Did that indicate wastefulness? Or was Mr. Cheng's appetite as unpredictable as the weather in June, capable of devouring mountains and rivers one moment and being as delicate as a sparrow the next?
"Mr. Cheng, are you sure you want only three dishes and one soup?" Jin Yanyun asked.