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When they were at the military hospital, Wei Haihong said those things, but he figured his older brothers would never let the old man stay with him. But to his surprise, the old man actually came. He was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised because the old man had always been very strict with him and never gave him a kind look. He was delighted because the old man's health must be much better, and Zhou Xuan was here to take care of him anytime.

Achang and the others stayed outside, while Wei Haihong pulled Zhou Xuan into the living room.

In the hall, the old man sat on the sofa. To his left sat Wei Haihong's eldest brother, second brother, and sister-in-law. To his right sat Xiaoqing, and Wei Xiaoyu sat upright next to her.

Wang's wife was busy; Wei Haihong's wife wasn't home.

As soon as he saw Wei Haihong and Zhou Xuan return, the old man's eyes lit up, and he waved.

Wei Haihong quickly pulled Zhou Xuan to sit opposite the old man.

The old man picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Haifeng, Haitian, you brothers should go back. I want some peace and quiet."

The man in military uniform, Wei Haihong's older brother Wei Haifeng, hesitated for a moment.

The old man's face darkened slightly, and he said, "I'm old, my words don't carry any weight anymore, do they?"

Although the old man spoke these words, they carried a great deal of authority. Despite his frail and sickly appearance, his words naturally exuded a domineering air.

Wei Haifeng said somewhat awkwardly, "Dad..."

Second brother Wei Haitian chimed in, saying, "Big brother, let's leave it at that. Dad's been discharged from the hospital, and his health can't withstand any more trouble. Let's go. If anything happens, we can just call, and he'll be there right away. It won't delay anything."

Wei Haifeng was just worried, but seeing that the old man was very determined, he didn't dare to stop him too much. Fortunately, the old man's condition had indeed improved a lot, but he was still puzzled. They all knew about the old man's illness. It was late-stage cancer. The doctor had already examined him very clearly and had also made it very clear in private that he had asked Wei Haihong to come so that he could see him one last time. But was this young man that the third brother brought really that miraculous?

This is unscientific. Wei Haifeng didn't believe it was something illogical, but the doctor gave the old man another check-up, and the results astonished them all. The cancer cells in his stomach had shrunk to only one-third of their original size, and the old man's bodily functions had returned to normal. Incredibly, such a physical condition couldn't possibly exist in a ninety-year-old. The old man's body had been relying solely on medication and was on the verge of collapse, but now he seemed to have been rejuvenated.

The cancer situation is like it suddenly returned to the state it was in six months ago, the early stage of the disease. I don't know if the machine detection made a mistake or if a miracle happened!

Regardless, Zhou Haifeng and his brothers all knew that the reason must lie with Zhou Xuan. Although they didn't understand it, it was the truth.

Knowing the conditions Zhou Xuan had mentioned, the old man was naturally determined to be discharged from the hospital. When the old general got angry, no one dared to stop him.

The Wei brothers, Haifeng and Haiyu, eventually left. The Wei sisters, Xiaoqing and Xiaoyu, stayed behind. Xiaoqing, with her sweet tongue, kept their grandfather company, and he didn't object. Xiaoyu, however, remained silent.

Zhou Xuan was somewhat better off with Wei Xiaoqing; his impression of her wasn't bad. This girl wasn't spoiled or pretentious. A little bit of princess-like temper was normal sometimes; what girl doesn't act coquettishly? Especially someone of her status. But Zhou Xuan had absolutely no liking for Wei Xiaoyu. This girl had a serious face and was cold to everyone. It was as if everyone owed her a huge debt. Plus, the impression she left on Zhou Xuan during their first meeting at the airport was really terrible. But since he didn't need to ask her for favors or have any dealings with her, he didn't care and simply kept quiet.

Wei Haihong knew the old man wanted some peace and quiet. He sent all four of them, including Achang, away, leaving only the old man's two guards in a room on the first floor.

Wei Haihong tidied up the rooms on the second floor and let the old man stay in the room next to his.

After all that fuss, the old man was exhausted, as he was still quite weak. The Wei sisters helped him upstairs to his room to rest.

Zhou Xuan followed him upstairs. He wanted to check on the old man's health again. After entering the room, the old man chased Wei Xiaoqing and her sister, as well as Wei Haihong, out.

Zhou Xuan closed the door, then sat down on the edge of the bed. The old man lay on the bed, and Zhou Xuan held his hand. He probed the stomach cancer cells with his icy energy again, and they all shrank back, as if hibernating. But if Zhou Xuan tried to absorb the icy energy directly, it had no effect; it was like there was a door in front of him. You know there's something inside, and you can go in and take it, but you just can't get through that door. That's the feeling.

However, there is a slight advantage: at least the cancer cells in the old man's body are like they are in hibernation, and will not wake up for the time being, so they will not cause any harm.

Zhou Xuan was somewhat helpless. If the cancer cells were to become active one day, he would be powerless to stop them. At that time, the old man's final moments would arrive!

Zhou Xuan sighed and finally used ice energy to stimulate and restore the old man's physiological functions once again. This almost raised the old man's skin and blood function to the level of a forty or fifty-year-old. In this way, the old man's recovery would be faster and less painful.

Zhou Xuan wasn't a god; he could only enhance the old man's physical functions and improve his fatigue resistance. He couldn't truly rejuvenate the old man. He didn't have that ability; if he could, it wouldn't be a superpower, but a divine intervention!

While Zhou Xuan was treating him, the old man fell asleep without realizing it.

Zhou Xuan gently opened the door and went out, then closed it again. Pin Xiaoqing leaned against the wall, so Mang assumed she was Shu Xiaoqing, since she had just been dressed. Wei Xiaoyu was always in a neat military uniform, while Wei Xiaoqing's face wasn't as cold.

"How is my grandfather?" Wei Xiaoqing asked as soon as Zhou Xuan came out.

Zhou Xuan shook his head. "That's how it is for now. If the cancer cells recur later, then there might really be no way to treat it!"

"You're very strange!" Wei Xiaoxiao stared at Zhou Xuan and said, "Back in New York, wasn't it you who tampered with my leg?"

Zhou Xuan stared at her. Wei Xiaoqing's eyes were beautiful, with dark, sparkling pupils that reflected his image.

"I've studied medicine and practiced internal martial arts. Zhilan is the qigong mentioned in books!" This was the only explanation Zhou Xuan could give.

However, Wei Xiaoqing also believed it, because qigong is something invisible. In New York, Zhou Xuan cured her without her even realizing it, and now that she thought about it, it must have been when he helped her downstairs.

Wei Xiaoqing looked at Zhou Xuan, a slight smile involuntarily appearing on her face.

This person is strange. Anyone else who could help with something like this would be praising her endlessly. But this person seems determined not to let her know. Is it because she's not pretty enough? Not attractive enough? Or does he simply look down on her?

All of this is impossible. Craftswoman Wei Xiaoqing has always been confident in her appearance. The main reason is probably the girl she saw at the airport entrance. Because at that time, Wei Xiaoqing saw a pain in Zhou Xuan's eyes. Of course, that was just her feeling, but her intuition is always very accurate.

Seeing Wei Xiaoqing's strange expression, Zhou Xuan asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, let's go downstairs. Uncle is waiting. We have guests!" Wei Xiaoqing didn't want to confide in Zhou Xuan; it wouldn't be honorable for him to find out.

Two more middle-aged men in suits appeared in the living room, and there were many documents and other items on the coffee table.

"Brother, come sit down, the bank people are here." Wei Haihong gestured for Zhou Xuan to sit next to him. Then he asked, "How is the old man?"

Zhou Xuan nodded and said softly, "I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep!"

The bank staff were called over by Wei Haihong. For such high-profile clients as him, the bank has dedicated financial assistants available 24/7.

The money Wei Haihong was transferring to Zhou Xuan's account included the $30 million in New York and the $30 million from the sale of Liufang Jinwangshi. However, Wei Haihong used that $30 million to buy $170 million worth of shares in a commercial bank for Zhou Xuan. The remaining $40 million was also transferred to Zhou Xuan's account.

The bank clerk opened an account for Zhou Xuan, depositing a total of 250 million yuan. They also issued him a platinum credit card with a credit limit of 5 million yuan.

The credit card application process generally takes time, and the final approval is handled by the credit card center, usually taking at least half a month. However, banks typically maintain a platinum card reserve to protect against the needs of certain extremely wealthy individuals. This is similar to the relationship between people; when the poor deal with a bank, they are begging. But when banks deal with the wealthy, they are begging, striving to provide them with maximum convenience to maximize their profits.

When the bank staff registered Zhou Xuan's ID and processed all the necessary documents, they were astonished to see that he was only twenty-six years old!

A billionaire in his twenties is unheard of. There are many wealthy people in big cities, but to have such enormous wealth at his age is extremely rare. Unless he's a second-generation rich kid, but even then, the older generation of wealthy families usually don't give their children that much cash. They may live a life of luxury and have plenty of money flowing in, but it's impossible for them to suddenly have hundreds of millions to squander!

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