After checking, Ye Tian released his hand, and Zhao Hui’s usual composure was no longer there, he looked at Ye Tian with some nervousness in his heart.
“Brother Ye, how is it?”
“The vital part is damaged, but it’s not a big problem,” Ye Tian said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Director Zhang was somewhat shocked; the issue with General Zhao’s vitality was indeed explosive news.
“Brother Ye…
can it be healed?”
General Zhao excitedly grabbed Ye Tian’s right hand, his face turning sauce-red from too much excitement.
“It can be healed!” Ye Tian stated decisively.
General Zhao was so excited he couldn’t speak, so Director Zhang helped him out on the side.
“General Zhao, if Brother Ye helps you regain your vigor this time, you owe him a huge favor.
You’ll have to give a big red envelope when the time comes.”
“Definitely!
Definitely!”
General Zhao gratefully glanced at Director Zhang, then his gaze turned back to Ye Tian, “If Brother Ye allows me to regain my vigor, he will be my savior.
Whatever you ask for, as long as I, Zhao, have it, just say the word.”
“General Zhao is too kind,” Ye Tian said with a light smile, “I just compounded a medicine these past two days, General Zhao can take it home and try it today.”
Ye Tian took out a small bottle filled with blue Medicine Liquid from his backpack.
“Brother Ye, is it also passed down from your ancestors?
Then wouldn’t that be the same excellent stuff that the Emperor used!” Director Zhang’s eyes lit up immediately, revealing a greedy look; being a man himself, he naturally had demands too.
General Zhao cautiously asked, “Brother Ye, how effective is this medicine?
Is it harmful?”
Ye Tian keenly sensed the change in General Zhao and naturally guessed his concern.
“General Zhao needn’t worry, this medicine is completely different from those on the market.
It is a mild nourishing medicine, not only harmless but long-term use can even heal the trauma to the vital part.”
Ye Tian wasn’t exaggerating, after all, this was handed down by the ancient Immortals.
“Really?” General Zhao was still somewhat skeptical.
On the side, Director Zhang helped out with the persuasion.
“General Zhao, just think about it, could the stuff that the Emperor used be bad?
Whether you believe it or not, I do anyway.
Brother Ye, hurry and make me a hundred or eighty bottles.”
After saying that, Director Zhang looked at Ye Tian with excited eyes.
Even if General Zhao wasn’t completely convinced, he definitely wouldn’t miss this opportunity and looked at Ye Tian with anticipation.
“I believe it too, Brother Ye, get me a hundred or eighty bottles as well.”
Faced with their ardent stares, Ye Tian mercilessly refused.
“This stuff is even harder to prepare than hangover tea.
One bottle is difficult to come by, let alone a hundred or eighty; you’re dreaming.”
A hundred or eighty bottles were actually not difficult for Ye Tian, but if he took out that many so early, they wouldn’t be worth much, so naturally, he wouldn’t do so.
“Brother Ye, how many bottles do you have on you?
Take them all out,”
Both became anxious, eyes darting towards Ye Tian’s backpack.
Ye Tian didn’t keep them in suspense and took out all twenty bottles of medicine from his backpack and placed them on the tea table.
All here.
You each take ten bottles back to try.
It should be enough.
After a while, I can make another batch; I will definitely be able to meet both of your needs.”
The two immediately took ten bottles each, carefully put them away, and prepared to try them at home.
“Brother Ye, how much for one bottle of this medicine?” Director Zhang asked.
Ye Tian smiled and said, “Meeting General Zhao for the first time, consider these medicines as a gift for our acquaintance.”
“Haha, General Zhao, I’m basking in your light.
You should know Brother Ye’s medicine isn’t cheap.”
Director Zhang laughed heartily.
General Zhao also expressed his thanks and greatly appreciated Ye Tian’s approach, considering Ye Tian to be a friend worth long-term association.
Once General Zhao’s interlude passed, Director Zhang further inquired about the matter of the hangover tea.
Ye Tian took out all sixty bottles he had recently prepared, and Zhao Hui and Director Zhang split them evenly.
Thus, Ye Tian added another 1.2 million to his account.
After that, the three continued to dine and chat in a very pleasant atmosphere.
Before long, a hotel staff member pushed a trolley carrying a signature dish into the private room, the aroma wafting through the air.
“This snake soup has finally arrived.
Brother Ye, you must really taste it; it’s a rare delicacy that you can’t usually find.”
General Zhao introduced the dish to Ye Tian, who inadvertently glanced at the waiter and felt a sense of alertness.
This person is in danger.
The waiter approached Zhao Hui’s seat but did not touch the porcelain bowl containing snake soup; instead, he took out a slender triangular military dagger from the interlayer in the middle of the trolley.
He is an assassin, and his target is Zhao Hui!
“Mr.
Zhao, watch out!”
Ye Tian, sitting next to Mr.
Zhao, immediately pulled Zhao Hui and the chair he was sitting on to the side.
Swoosh!
The waiter, holding the triangular military dagger, made a chopping motion towards the spot where Zhao Hui had been sitting, aiming right for Zhao Hui’s neck.
If Ye Tian hadn’t pulled Zhao Hui away, that stroke would have surely severed his neck.
Zhao Hui was terrified, his face turned pale, his back was cold, and every hair on his body stood on end.
The waiter, missing his strike, showed a hint of shock on his face.
At this time, Zhao Hui’s bodyguard reacted, rushing forward to shield Zhao Hui and Ye Tian, and then kicked at the waiter’s right hand.
The waiter immediately redirected the triangular military dagger towards the bodyguard wearing sunglasses.
A fierce battle unfolded between the two, and taking advantage of the commotion, Ye Tian grabbed Zhao Hui and President Zhang and headed for the door.
However, the assassin was formidable; notwithstanding taking a punch from the bodyguard, he then thrust the dagger towards the bodyguard’s heart.
The bodyguard in sunglasses dropped dead on the spot, while the assassin, struck by the punch, had his right arm dislocated at the armpit.
The assassin only let out a muffled grunt, then switched to his left hand to hold the triangular military dagger, charging straight towards Zhao Hui’s chest as he neared the door.
That thrust was fast and accurate; Zhao Hui couldn’t have dodged it on his own.
However, just when the assassin thought he had Zhao Hui within his grasp, a flying kick suddenly struck him hard in the armpit of his right arm, the powerful blow knocking him off course.
The dagger missed Zhao Hui and instead got stuck in the door, unable to be pulled out.
“Ah…”
Unable to endure the pain from the dislocation being struck so forcefully, the assassin cried out.
He never expected there to be another expert beside Zhao Hui.
Having failed this time, he no longer had the chance to kill Zhao Hui, so enduring the agony, he ran towards the glass windows of the private room, attempting to smash the window and jump out.
“Thinking of escaping?”
Ye Tian immediately grabbed a chair nearby and smashed it towards the assassin.
Ye Tian’s strength was substantial, and with the assassin severely injured, he was directly knocked down by the chair, tumbling to the floor.
Ye Tian swiftly stepped forward, a kick landing on the assassin’s abdomen, kicking him into the corner of the wall.
The commotion inside the private room drew the attention of the wait staff; when one waiter saw the dead body inside, they screamed, ran out, and called the police.
The assassin squinted at Ye Tian, his indifferent gaze filled with despair.
Now seriously wounded and barely able to move, and with Ye Tian blocking the way, he had no chance of escape.
So, he bit into the poison hidden between his teeth; his body quickly went limp.
Ye Tian, seeing the assassin’s lips turn purple and black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, immediately checked him over.
Ye Tian let out a deep sigh, looking at the deceased assassin feeling a bit shaken.
Had he been a little slower just now, Zhao Hui would have died right in front of him.
For someone like Zhao Hui to die in front of him, even if he had nothing to do with it, he would still be confronted with a lot of trouble.
“He’s dead.”
Zhao Hui and President Zhang immediately expressed their gratitude to Ye Tian.
Shortly after, the sound of police sirens approached from outside the hotel; the police arrived, led by Ye Tian’s old acquaintance, the beautiful police officer—Xia Yan.
“Eh!
It’s you; this matter involves you, you’re finally going to be in my hands!” Upon seeing Ye Tian, Xia Yan revealed a cryptic smile.
A dead body was no small matter.
Ye Tian and the two others followed Xia Yan to the police station where they filed a report.