Chapter 9: The Healing Touch
The luxurious emperor box at Xianghu Club hosted an unusual gathering. Chen Xiaobei, usually modest and reserved, didn't hesitate to order an extravagant feast upon receiving the windfall. Shan Zhenhai, following his lead, instructed the staff to prepare a table conservatively estimated to cost more than 50,000 yuan. The four roommates from the dormitory, accustomed to frugal meals, were experiencing a lavish feast thanks to Chen Xiaobei's generosity.
In previous dinners, Chen Xiaobei would join his roommates in modest meals. However, this time, he found himself at the center of the feast, taking charge and raising eyebrows.
As the group was finishing their meal and preparing to leave, the door of the private room swung open abruptly. An anxious middle-aged man rushed in, making a beeline for Chen Xiaobei.
"Little brother, my father has suddenly fallen into a coma, and the situation is critical. I urgently need you to come with me," the man pleaded earnestly.
Confusion filled the room as Zhou Zitao and Li Ming tried to make sense of the situation. However, Zhang Fengyi recognized the man immediately.
"Wen... Wen Tianyuan!" Zhang Fengyi's eyes widened in disbelief.
This man was one of the individuals accompanying Wen Lao earlier, and the shock in Zhang Fengyi's reaction indicated that Wen Tianyuan held considerable influence.
Despite this, Chen Xiaobei was skeptical and refused outright, "I won't go! I warned you earlier, if you don't believe me, why seek my help?"
Zhang Fengyi couldn't believe his eyes. Refusing Wen Tianyuan was a daring move—few dared to defy him in the entire city of Qingteng. Chen Xiaobei had shown a level of audacity that left Zhang Fengyi dumbfounded.
However, Wen Tianyuan, undeterred, continued to plead desperately, "It was our fault earlier, and I'm not worthy to ask for your help. But it's now rush hour, and the ambulance won't make it in time. If you refuse, my father's life is at stake. Please, I implore you, Wen Tianyuan!"
Chen Xiaobei relented, understanding the urgency of the situation. "Alright, to save a life, I will accompany you."
As they left the restaurant, Li Ming patted the dumbfounded Zhang Fengyi, asking, "Second Brother, what's going on?"
"Wen... Wen Tianyuan actually asked the youngest for help... the president of Wenshi Group sought our youngest's assistance!" Zhang Fengyi stammered, completely shaken.
"Wen's Group? The second-largest family in Qingteng after Aoto?" Zhou Zitao's eyes widened.
Li Ming stood there, petrified, beginning to doubt the reality of the situation.
In the Tianque Box, everyone anxiously gathered around the sofa where Old Man Wen lay motionless. His pale face and dark purple lips revealed the severity of his condition.
Wen Lao, at his level, had many followers, and if there were any shortcomings, half of the Wen family could collapse.
As the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense, Wen Tianyuan burst in with hopeful news. "Get back, everyone. Wen Lao needs fresh air," Chen Xiaobei commanded.
Cooperatively, the middle-aged men and women withdrew, creating space around the sofa. Wu Wenfeng, however, could not resist provoking, "What are you pretending to be? A rivers and lakes ruffian daring to give us orders?"
"You'd better leave immediately, or you'll face the consequences," Chen Xiaobei warned, his tone cold.
Just outside the Xianghu Club, Wen Feng had earlier insulted and demanded Chen Xiaobei to leave. Now, Chen Xiaobei returned the favor, showing no patience for Wen Feng's provocations.
"What!?" Wu Wenfeng exploded with anger. "How dare you talk to me like this? I'll kill you!"
"Wen Feng! Get out!" Wen Tianyuan shouted.
Wu Wenfeng, frightened, retreated, vowing revenge, "Uncle! I am the future heir of the Wen family. You've humiliated me for this nobody's sake!"
"Mr. Wen, I'm here to help, not to engage in confrontation. If anyone insults me again, then I'm sorry, they'll have to deal with the consequences," Chen Xiaobei warned sternly.
"Young man, thank you for saving my life. I will definitely repay you generously!" Old Man Wen expressed his gratitude.
With a swift motion, Chen Xiaobei turned to his phone and opened the treasure chest. Inside, he found a wishful monkey hair, a marriage amulet, and three bottles of Xiaobaicao liquid he had just obtained.
Considering the effects of Xiaobaicao liquid, Chen Xiaobei decided to use it to aid Old Man Wen. Pouring the liquid into Wen Lao's mouth, he observed the immediate improvement in Wen Lao's complexion. The black aura above Wen Lao's head began to dissipate.
A light cough signaled Wen Lao's awakening. The room erupted in cheers, and Wen Lao, now conscious, expressed his gratitude, promising to repay Chen Xiaobei generously. The atmosphere in the room shifted, and everyone's eyes were filled with admiration and curiosity. Chen Xiaobei had not only saved Wen Lao's life but had also gained the respect of the entire Wen family.