The Big Boss Is Right In Front of You

After all, the number of times Ghosthand appeared was too few, and Yu Yao was one of the few people who had been treated by the Miracle Doctor.

Otherwise, even if the Yu family was one of the most powerful families in Sijiu, if Yu Yao and Ghosthand had not interacted before, the Ning family would not have been so polite.

In the Great Xia Empire, there was a strict hierarchy among families.

A century-old wealthy family, a thousand-year-old aristocratic family.

Aristocratic families were not necessarily richer than wealthy families, but the difference in their foundations was still massive. They were not on the same level at all.

To be able to be called an aristocratic family, they had at least fought alongside Emperor Yin during the Great Xia Dynasty.

For example, the Mo family, which was still the guardian of the Central Plains.

Decades ago, the Ning family had accidentally obtained a few witch doctor manuals and trained many witch doctors. They held the lifeline of medical treatment in the West Region.

Therefore, the Ning family had been in the limelight these years and no longer cared about the so-called aristocratic families.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ning." Yu Yao also had the intention of befriending the Ning family. "I'll contact you immediately if there's any news."

The two of them chatted for a few more minutes before Yu Yao walked out.

Feng San had been by Yu Xiheng's side for a long time and had a basic understanding of the Yu family.

He saw Yu Yao with his first glance.

Feng San didn't care much at first, but he suddenly remembered that the information he collected said that Si Fuqing entered the entertainment industry because of Yu Yao and seemed to love Yu Yao deeply.

In Sijiu, Yu Yao was indeed an outstanding young master, and there were countless young ladies chasing after him.

Old Master Yu doted on his grandson and had the intention of passing the Yu family to Yu Yao directly, skipping Yu Xiheng's generation.

Feng San's expression became nervous. "Miss Si, look at him-"

"Who is it?" Si Fuqing raised her head and glanced at him briefly. She then said, heartlessly, "Don't let me look at anyone who isn't as good-looking as my boss in the future. My taste is very high."

Her chin was still resting on the back of the wheelchair, and she still looked nonchalant and indifferent. "Why are you making me lose my appetite? I'll ask the boss to deduct your salary."

Yu Xiheng seemed to glance in his direction when he heard their exchange.

Feng San was bewildered.

It was a small matter that his salary was deducted, but he was mainly afraid that Si Fuqing would never be able to look at anyone else in her life.

Yu Xiheng's face was unrivaled, perfectly unifying the beauty standards of both men and women.

Of course, he had also never seen anyone better looking than Si Fuqing.

Feng San carefully distanced himself from Si Fuqing and lowered his voice. "Brother Nine, so the distinguished guest the Ning family mentioned is your nephew?"

The Yu family was large, and Yu Yao was the third in his generation.

He was a generation younger than Yu Xiheng, but only five years younger.

Indeed, in the city of Sijiu, Yu Yao was already one of the elites.

However, Feng San had been in contact with the direct descendants of the Mo family since he was young. Yu Yao was not enough in comparison.

Yu Xiheng casually rolled up his sleeves and did not look up. Even his tone was extremely cold and aloof. "Don't worry about him."

Feng San nodded.

They weren't from the same world, so they really didn't need to have any interactions with Yu Yao.

Yu Yao also saw the three people waiting at the stone table. He saw that they were all westerners and did not pay much attention to them.

He just glanced at it, without taking anything to heart, and walked out.

The Ning family had also made a name for themselves in the Western Continent, so it was not surprising that foreigners would come.

However, to be able to be invited to the Ning family meant that they had some strength.

Normally, he might have gone up to chat with them, but he was in a hurry to transport the herbs back to Sijiu, so he didn't have the time to make friends.

The man in the wheelchair reminded Yu Yao of Yu Xiheng.

The corners of his lips curled slightly.

A man with a crippled leg is no different from trash.

After Yu Yao left, the butler came out and invited the three of them in.

"Mr. Scottish, you want to see your leg, right?" The middle-aged man stopped smiling and shifted his gaze to the young man in the wheelchair. He was neither welcoming nor distant, but his attitude was not very good. "Let me make this clear first. Regardless of whether it can be cured or not, the deposit is not refundable. This is the Ning family's rule."

Yu Xiheng looked up slightly and said. "You didn't keep your promise."

The appointment was at ten o'clock, and it was now ten twenty.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man became impatient. "It's only twenty minutes. Can't you wait for this little bit of time? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

"If you can't wait, you don't have to see me. The medical treatment in the Western Continent is also very advanced, right? You can go back. The Great Xia Empire doesn't welcome you."

There were countless people waiting in line for the Ning family to make a house call. Which one of them was not respectful?

The middle-aged man never met someone this disrespectful.

Feng San's eyes were filled with killing intent, he cussed out, "You're seeking-"

Yu Xiheng raised his head first, his long and elegant eyes narrowed.

The middle-aged man suddenly paused.

He only felt a sharp gaze sweeping over him, so deadly that it almost cut his throat open.

A sense of oppression swept over like a raging wave, destructive, suffocating.

It was above all things, the might of the emperor.

It almost made him kneel on the spot.

The middle-aged man was stunned.

His legs went weak. He looked up in panic and saw that the young man was still sitting in the wheelchair, his pupils full of mystery.

He quietly pressed on the handle of the wheelchair, looked down, and coughed twice. It was obvious that he was in poor health.

Si Fuqing thoughtfully handed him a glass of water, but her eyes narrowed slightly.

Such a powerful aura, it had already reached the level of where it could released externally, yet it was still so freely controlled.

She knew that imposing aura was not just an exaggerated adjective.

Someone could break the other party's bones with their aura.

Feng San's forehead was also covered in cold sweat. He stood beside Yu Xiheng and was obviously affected.

He looked at the girl who slowly took out an orange and began eating it with confusion in his eyes, he was lost.

Why wasn't Miss Si affected?

"I'm really sorry." The middle-aged man suppressed the dissatisfaction in his mind and reluctantly explained, "The Ning Family is looking for Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, but we were delayed because we were in a hurry to obtain information."

Si Fuqing looked at him thoughtfully after she heard the sentence.

With so many people looking for her, would she be able to make a fortune by selling her information?

"Let's go." Yu Xiheng stopped looking at him.

These two words caused the middle-aged man's expression to change.

If this order could be completed, the Ning family could earn at least one billion.

The reason why they were willing to accept the patient was indeed because Yu Xiheng had offered a sky-high price.

Furthermore, it was written in the medical record that Mr. Scottish had been troubled by leg problems for many years and must have wanted to stand up desperately.

Why did he leave just like that?

"Mr. Scottish, you're out in a foreign country. You really don't have to be so easily agitated." The middle-aged man steadied his body and shook his head. He spoke again with a hint of mockery in his threat, "Once you leave the Ning Family today, no one in the entire Great Xia Empire will be able to cure your legs. You'd better think carefully."