TDDDMFM Chapter 30: Stinky Durian, Weirdo
Zhang Keke didn't believe in Zhou Xiaobei, but since Yan Shikai and Yan Bingxue vouched for him, she couldn't say anything, so she remained silent.
"Is that so?" Zhang Jihui immediately perked up upon hearing this.
Yan Shikai nodded, "Xiaobei is indeed a miraculous doctor with unparalleled medical skills. At least, I haven't seen anyone better than him!"
After pondering for three seconds, Zhang Jihui clenched his fists tightly, made up his mind, and said, "Alright, then I'll trouble Master Xiaobei to treat me..."
"You can't be cured!" Zhou Xiaobei unexpectedly waved his hand and flatly refused.
Yan Shikai: "..."
Yan Bingxue: "..."
Song Jihui: "..."
Yan Bingxue pinched Zhou Xiaobei hard, "Didn't you agree yesterday?"
Yan Shikai was also embarrassed, "That's right, Xiaobei, didn't you agree yesterday?"
"But someone said I'm unreliable because I have no facial hair," Zhou Xiaobei sneered.
"I see," Zhang Jihui turned to his precious granddaughter and said, "Keke, Master Xiaobei was invited by your grandpa to treat me. You were too rude just now. Hurry up and apologize to Master Xiaobei!"
"..."
Zhang Keke was almost suffocated with anger.
Apologize to him?
No way!
Zhang Jihui's face darkened, and Zhang Keke finally relented.
Gritting her teeth, she glared at Zhou Xiaobei, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"
"That'll do," Zhou Xiaobei felt secretly pleased and nodded, "Alright, I'll take on the responsibility of treating you. But it's not convenient today. Come and pick me up early tomorrow morning."
"No problem, I'll send a car to pick up Master Xiaobei tomorrow morning."
After the arrangements were settled, everyone sat down to eat. I won't detail the process, but after the meal, Yan Bingxue drove Zhou Xiaobei back, while Yan Shikai was driven back to his old residence by his driver.
In the private room, only the three generations of the Zhang family remained.
Zhang Keke pouted, feeling like she was being ignored, "Grandpa, you don't really believe that brat, do you? He looks even younger than me, and he's so flashy in his speech and actions. He doesn't seem reliable at all. Anyway, I don't believe he's some kind of miracle doctor. Dad, don't you believe it either?"
Zhang Tao didn't speak but looked at his father.
Zhang Jihui shook his head, "I think he's probably not a fraud!"
"What!?" Zhang Keke widened her eyes in disbelief.
Zhang Jihui continued, "Yan Shikai and I have been friends for decades. In matters of life and death like this, he wouldn't deceive me. Besides, Yan Shikai did have cancer, and since this person cured him, he's definitely not ordinary."
Zhang Keke was speechless.
She felt like her grandfather's eyes were faulty, and his presbyopia had worsened.
"Alright, Keke, your grandpa is right. Your grandpa has eaten more salt than you've walked roads in your life," Zhang Tao lectured his daughter.
"Hmph, Grandpa has eaten so much salt because he has a heavy mouth!" Zhang Keke retorted angrily.
Zhang Jihui: "..."
Zhang Tao: "..."
The next day, at 9 o'clock.
Zhang Tao brought Zhang Keke to the Shangri-La Hotel.
Yesterday, Zhang Jihui had specially called Yan Shikai to inquire about Zhou Xiaobei's whereabouts and learned that Yan Shikai had arranged for Zhou Xiaobei to stay in the long-term presidential suite at the Shangri-La. He was quite surprised.
That presidential suite was not cheap, with daily expenses in the tens of thousands. Of course, money was not the main issue. The main point was that the presidential suite was reserved by the Yan family to entertain distinguished guests.
This kid had quite a high status in the Yan family!
Yan Shikai had always been calm and experienced, never doing anything useless. If he valued such a young person, it made Zhang Jihui think of many things.
He was even more convinced of Zhou Xiaobei's abilities.
Outside the Shangri-La: "Keke, when you meet Master Xiaobei later, be sure to be polite, okay?" Zhang Tao instructed.
Zhang Keke looked unhappy, "Dad, why don't you believe me? That guy is really just a scammer. Letting me be polite to a scammer like that is impossible!"
"You're being stubborn!" Zhang Tao patted his daughter's head speechlessly and said, "How do you know for sure that he must be a scammer? What if he's not, and he really is a skilled doctor?"
"Impossible!"
"..."
Zhang Tao wanted to educate his daughter, telling her that anything is possible in this world and judging people by their appearance is the lowest form of judgment. However, Zhang Keke was clearly spoiled and belonged to the type that became more rebellious the more they were told.
With her neck stiff and an expression of disbelief, she said, "Dad, no matter what you say, I just don't believe it. You just wait and see how I expose the false mask of this scammer."
"..."
Zhang Tao was completely defeated.
Well, let her be!
"Alright, suit yourself. Just make sure to be respectful when you meet Master Xiaobei later!" Zhang Tao said firmly.
"Then I won't say anything!" Zhang Keke rolled her eyes.
The two of them arrived at the top floor's presidential suite.
Zhang Tao pressed the doorbell.
After a while, there was no response from inside.
"What's going on? Is he not here?" Zhang Tao wondered.
"It's simple to understand. He must not have the ability and is afraid he can't cure Grandpa's illness, so he ran away!" Zhang Keke shrugged mischievously.
"No, let's wait a bit longer," Zhang Tao shook his head.
Sure enough, a minute later, the door opened from inside, and Zhou Xiaobei, wearing boxers and looking groggy, peeked out from behind the door, unkindly saying, "Who's there? Who comes to ring the doorbell in the early morning? Must be a lunatic!"
"..." Zhang Tao.
"..." Zhang Keke.
Zhang Tao subconsciously glanced at his Patek Philippe watch. The hands already pointed to quarter past nine.
And he called this early morning?
The sun was already out!
Suddenly, Zhang Keke screamed, covering her eyes as if she had seen something indecent.
Her face turned red, like a big apple.
"Why aren't you wearing clothes?"
"Stinky durian, pervert!" Zhang Tao was embarrassed.
Obviously, he didn't expect Zhou Xiaobei to be dressed so... casually!
"..."
Zhou Xiaobei was shocked by Zhang Keke's scream, almost deafened. He said speechlessly, "Hey hey hey, miss, come on, I am wearing clothes, okay? Don't mistake boxers for lack of clothes. Besides, I'm sleeping in my own home. I'll wear whatever I want. Do you have the right to care?"
With that, he slammed the door shut with a bang, leaving the Zhangs outside.
Zhang Keke stomped her feet in anger, wishing she could stomp through the floorboards.
Zhang Tao was speechless.
Five minutes later.
Zhou Xiaobei, now dressed neatly, opened the door again and looked at the two gentlemen outside, saying, "Do you need something from me?"
Zhang Tao smiled and said, "Master Xiaobei, did you forget? We agreed yesterday that I would come to pick you up early today to take you to our Zhang family's place to help treat my father."
"Oh, I remember now. Let's go."
Only now did Zhou Xiaobei remember. He followed Zhang Tao and Zhang Keke downstairs.
No one spoke along the way.
Half an hour later, the car stopped at a private estate at the foot of Daqing Mountain.