Du Fei and the others turned their heads and found that the speaker was the elderly man to whom they had just performed acupuncture.
At this time, the old man's legs and feet were noticeably more agile than when he first came to the TCM clinic.
"Old fellow, what business is it of yours here? Go on, get out of the way!"
A young man beside Ding Baohua pointed at the old man who had just walked over, his face full of arrogance.
Du Fei frowned and took a step forward, "Let's talk properly. Don't you even know about respecting the old and cherishing the young?"
The young man was about to speak, but Ding Baohua, who had already placed his hand on the dial button, froze.
Immediately after, when he realized what was happening, he slapped the arrogant young man on the head.
"Old Director, what are you doing here?"
The young man was stunned by the slap and subconsciously wanted to turn around, but upon hearing Ding Baohua address the old man as "Old Director," he also opened his mouth in surprise.
At this moment, Ding Baohua completely lacked the air of superiority he had displayed when he first entered the TCM clinic and faced Du Fei and the others.
He slightly bent his waist and stood before the old man, like a primary school student facing a teacher.
"I'm just a retired, useless old man. I don't deserve to be addressed as Section Chief Ding by you."
When the old man spoke to Du Fei earlier, his tone was always amiable, but now, facing Ding Baohua, his face hardened, and he instantly exuded an aura of unapproachable authority.
Perhaps the bystanders around felt nothing, but Ding Baohua, standing before the old man, trembled slightly, sweat beading on his forehead.
The reason Ding Baohua was so afraid was that the old man standing before him was the former head of the Health Bureau.
Although he had retired, the current director had been promoted by him, and furthermore, the old director had mentored many people during his tenure.
During festivals, people would flock to give gifts to the old director. However, these people also knew that the old director was upright and incorruptible, so the gifts they gave were usually local specialties, not worth much money, and were meant as tokens of respect.
"Ding Baohua, although I am retired now, as an ordinary old man, I also want to say a few words."
"You just said you wanted to seal the shop. Did you hear the attitude of the surrounding crowd? Their attitude fully demonstrates that this TCM clinic has genuinely helped them. Moreover, you came in here acting so overbearing. Isn't this kind of behavior a disgrace to our Health Bureau?"
"However, I am retired now and have no authority to deal with you. I will mention this incident to Director Huang later. You should look out for yourselves."
After the old man finished speaking, he waved at Ding Baohua.
The latter, with a dejected face, wanted to beg for mercy, but he thought of the old director's character and could only dejectedly lead his two subordinates away.
"These guys should have left long ago!"
"Doctor Xiao Du, don't worry! We are all on your side!"
"That's right! Doctor Xiao Du has excellent medical skills and a good attitude, and the medicine he prescribes is so cheap. No one who tries to mess with you will succeed!"
After Ding Baohua and his two subordinates left, the crowd of onlookers burst into cheers.
Facing the people's adoration, Du Fei also smiled and clasped his hands together, shaking them at the crowd to express his gratitude.
"Elder, thank you so much just now."
"By the way, this is your medicine."
Du Fei and Wang Zhongling and the others only then realized that the unassuming old man was actually a retired director of the Health Bureau.
They never expected him to come to Du Fei's TCM clinic for treatment.
"Doctor Xiao Du, you are too kind. Everyone supports you so much, even if I hadn't stepped forward, it would have been the same," the old man smiled and then asked, "By the way, how much is this medicine?"
"Elder, this medicine is on the house. Consider it a gift from us."
Although Wang Zhongling grew up abroad, she was very tactful.
However, the old man shook his head. "That won't do. Although I'm retired, I still have my principles. If you don't accept payment, then I won't take it."
"Alright, then."
Wang Zhongling accepted the payment.
Du Fei asked Du Dabao to escort the old man to the door.
This incident was just a minor interlude, and soon Du Fei and the others resumed their busy work.
They remained busy until closing time.
"Wait a moment, I'll go with you."
Wang Zhongling was originally responsible for packing up and locking the door, but ever since Du Dabao arrived, he had naturally taken over this task.
As Wang Zhongling stepped out, Du Fei called out from behind her.
Turning back to look at Du Fei, who was catching up, Wang Zhongling said, "I'm going shopping and eating with Wen Shan later. Do you want to join us?"
Upon hearing this, Du Fei subconsciously glanced at Xu Wenshan, who was also looking at him.
Du Fei awkwardly touched his nose. "I thought you were going back to Old Wang's place. Never mind, then I'll take a taxi myself. You guys have fun."
After speaking, Du Fei prepared to hail a taxi.
"Hey, don't go hail a taxi. How about I drop you off at my grandfather's place first?"
A few steps after Du Fei left, Wang Zhongling called out to him.
Wang Zhongling meant well, and Du Fei felt too embarrassed to refuse.
Thus, the three of them got into Wang Zhongling's car.
"Hey, Du Fei, what happened to that big Benz you were driving before? Why haven't I seen you drive it recently?"
Wang Zhongling was driving, and Du Fei sat in the passenger seat. Xu Wenshan, who should have sat in the passenger seat, was now in the back.
There was no choice. The space in Wang Zhongling's convertible sports car was really not that large. The front two seats were relatively spacious, but the back... if Du Fei were to sit there, he would have to curl up with his legs pulled up to his chest.
Du Fei said, "Oh, that car belongs to a friend of mine. It's not good to always drive someone else's car, so I returned it to him."
"Oh, I have a car at home that I don't use very often. If you need it, you can use it for now?"
Stopping at a red light, Wang Zhongling looked at Du Fei.
Du Fei shook his head at Wang Zhongling's offer. "Thank you for your kindness. I'll find time to go to a 4S store and look myself."
Hearing Du Fei say he wanted to buy one himself, Wang Zhongling didn't insist further.
Not long ago, Du Fei had returned the Maybach Mercedes he had borrowed from Gong Chengbin.
Gong Chengbin, having secured a major project with Du Fei's help, was in high spirits and waved his hand, saying the car should be given to Du Fei directly.
However, Du Fei stated that he did not accept favors without merit, and besides, he was not short of money, so he intended to buy one himself.
The car continued to drive forward, and Wang Zhongling called Wang Qiyang on the car.
Learning that he was not at home but at Renxin Tang, she directly drove the car towards Renxin Tang.
"Thank you for driving me here."
The car quickly arrived at Renxin Tang. Du Fei opened the car door and thanked Wang Zhongling.
Wang Zhongling smiled. "You are my boss now. It is my honor to serve you."
Upon hearing this, Du Fei quickly waved his hands, saying he didn't dare.
Wang Zhongling laughed heartily and sped away.