"Alright, you said it yourself, so don't blame me for being ruthless later." Han Yutang said, looking at Yang Feng's confident eyes.
If what he said is true, then he is truly capable; but if it is false, then he is definitely not the person my daughter should choose.
Han Yutang stretched out his hand and placed it on the wooden table, staring directly at Yang Feng to see what tricks he was up to.
After all, according to the investigation, he was not a doctor, but a cultured martial artist, and his ancestors were not in this line of work.
Yang Feng gently pressed his hand on Han Yutang's wrist, closed his eyes, and began to examine the patient seriously.
According to his body, he relies on new drugs to fight off cancer cells, but the side effects of these new drugs are very serious, meaning his lifespan will be reduced to only three years.
This should be considered a cutting-edge medical technology in the United States.
"Sigh..." Yang Feng sighed softly. If Han Yutang hadn't taken this medicine, he could have directly used his spiritual power to devour the cancer cells. For him, spiritual power was an all-powerful force.
"What's wrong? Is it incurable?" Han Yutang frowned deeply. He hadn't had much hope for his condition to begin with, but he wanted to know if Yang Feng was just faking it.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng glanced at him indifferently, stood up, conjured ten silver needles with his hand, and said:
"It can be treated. It requires three sessions of acupuncture to restore your health and allow you to live a normal life."
A hint of surprise flashed across Han Yutang's face, but it quickly faded, and he said, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously, that's true. You're my father-in-law, would I lie to you?" Yang Feng touched his nose and smiled faintly.
"Okay! How do you need me to cooperate with you?" Han Yutang nodded slightly. He decided to take a gamble. If he could really cure his wife, then he could accompany her for the rest of her life. That would be a real win.
Sometimes, life is about taking a gamble.
"Turn around and take off all your clothes. It's normal to experience pain during the treatment."
Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng began to treat Han Yutang.
Only by winning over his father-in-law can he truly accomplish this.
This is the difference between men and women. When a man is poor, 99% of women will not be with him, but what if a woman is poor?
………
At that moment, a woman with a sweet face, long black hair cascading over her shoulders, a delicate oval face, and a well-developed figure walked down from the second floor of the villa. She was wearing a black pleated dress.
“That’s how you look like a girl.” Xia Lan leaned back gracefully on the sofa, eating a bright red apple, and smiled as she watched her beloved daughter come downstairs.
"Young lady, you're so beautiful!"
The other young female nannies couldn't help but exclaim in admiration when they saw Han Shilan come down.
"Mom." Han Shilan walked gracefully to Xia Lan's side and sat down, wrapping her arms around Xia Lan's arms, looking like a caring and comforting daughter.
"You, you really worried me to death. Don't run around like that anymore, you hear me? You're my only daughter." Xia Lan pinched Han Shilan's nose playfully and said reproachfully.
"Hehe, it won't happen again, don't worry," Han Shilan replied with a smile.
“Alright, tell your mother, how did you get through these past few days when we lost contact with you?” Xia Lan asked, looking at her daughter.
"Well... actually, after the giant ship sank, when I woke up I was on a deserted island. I think I was washed ashore on the island. Maybe I was just lucky."
Han Shilan didn't actually know that she was rescued by Yang Feng. There's no such thing as being lucky in this world; being washed ashore on an island is just a story in movies.
"That's really terrible. I didn't expect that you could leave even though the giant ship sank. It's said that most of the people who survived on the ship died, but the number of casualties was countless, so it's still considered good."
Xia Lan's beautiful eyes flashed with unconcealed fear as she spoke.
After all, this giant ship is so huge, it's practically a floating city.
"Mom, can't you wish for something good about your daughter... What do you mean you didn't expect me to be able to leave? Honestly." Han Shilan pouted, her lips almost big enough to hold a bottle of beer, and complained.
"Alright, alright, how could anything happen to my daughter? Pshaw, pshaw, pshaw." Xia Lan smiled slightly and said:
"So how did you manage to survive on the island?"
After listening, Han Shilan hesitated for a moment before recounting her experiences with Yang Feng on the island these past few days, omitting a significant portion of the story.
After a moment, Xia Lan listened to what Han Shilan was saying and felt like she was watching a movie about surviving on a deserted island. They were actually able to survive on the island with ease and even built a wooden house.
It's simply unbelievable!
"Wow, that's amazing! No wonder you're a martial artist, you're so powerful! When looking for a man, you should look for someone who makes you feel safe, and never look for a scheming man like your father." Xia Lan nodded unconsciously and said seriously.
"Mom... what are you saying... really."
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Chapter 400: The Female Assassins' Melee!
"Am I wrong? Your father is either a friend to everyone at work or a terrifying employee. He's incredibly shrewd. Even I, who have been with him for almost 25 years, can't see through his thoughts. He's even more shrewd than us women. Sometimes I even feel a little scared of him. So, if you're looking for a boyfriend, it's best to find someone honest and seemingly a bit dull."
Xia Lan stared at Han Shilan with her beautiful eyes and spoke in a serious tone.
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan rolled her eyes in annoyance and said, "In short, Dad is still your husband. As long as you love each other, why worry about so much? Besides, this is also a benefit. If you don't have some shrewdness in the workplace or in society, how can you survive? Really."
Xia Lan sighed softly, looked earnestly at Han Shilan, and said in a meaningful tone:
"Forget it, anyway, I think Yang Feng is not bad. It's just that he's involved in organized crime. Everything else is perfect, except for this one thing. You could say that 99% of guys who are involved in organized crime are bad guys. If I didn't know that he's now a student at Beijing Normal University, I would definitely dislike him."
She was afraid that Han Shilan would regret it in the future. Only by meeting the right person can one live a happy life; otherwise, it will be very painful.
"He's a little bit bad, but he's also a kind person. At least he's good to me and listens to me, and that makes me feel good." Han Shilan pouted slightly and said slowly.