Chapter 973: Chapter 972
In the end, Hao Rong couldn’t hold out until the destination, and was forced to get off partway through. As the bus drove away, he bent over and vomited violently by the roadside, feeling completely exhausted!
Hao Rong was there, vomiting alone. Not only was there no one to offer water or tissues, but he could also sense two small figures quietly watching from the left, and on the other side, three elderly people whispering among themselves.
The world is so indifferent... what to do...
Finally finishing his vomiting, and with his legs turning weak, Hao Rong suddenly caught a faint aroma. Turning his head, he saw Yu Junpei standing there with a stick of incense, saying, "Hold this. It might make you feel better."
He took the incense with some confusion. Wasn’t it strange to hold a stick of incense by the roadside? However, as soon as he received it, a subtle fragrance enveloped his nose, neither pungent nor overwhelming. This aroma entered his lungs, and the congestion in his chest was instantly relieved, as if a fresh breeze had blown in, making him feel much better.
Hao Rong’s eyes filled with tears immediately. My goodness, why didn’t you offer this earlier? I almost vomited out my heart and lungs!
But what could he say? This was someone else’s item. It was already quite generous of them to offer it to him at this time. Moreover, if it’s a product from Mystic Doctor, it must be of high quality and potentially very expensive...
"Just a little sniff, that’ll be enough. This stuff is costly!" Yu Junpei, seeing that Hao Rong was fine, took back the incense, extinguished it, and carefully placed it back into a rectangular box.
Hao Rong: "..."
What to do with this headache? Is this truly the venerable and mysterious Mystic Doctor? How down-to-earth can you get!
Eventually, several of them waited for the afternoon long-distance bus, and with Yu Junpei’s incense, they didn’t feel nauseous again on the way. However, the smell inside the bus still made Hao Rong dizzy and muddled.
Finally reaching Jiang City, Luo Yirui pulled down his hat a bit, which he had specifically bought in Ningjin County. It was a baseball cap imitation, obviously of poor quality. Jing Changle also bought one. Given the season, wearing a hat for sunshade seemed plausible.
Once in Jiang City, Hao Rong seemed revitalized, his entire demeanor changing. He easily hailed a cab and took a few people to the Hao Family.
The Hao Family was a small villa. Although Jiang City is a tourist destination, it’s not even classified as a second-tier city, and the land isn’t very expensive. This more than 200 square meter villa only cost a few hundred thousand.
However, for most families now, even several hundred thousand is unimaginable, so the Hao Family is genuinely a wealthy family.
Hao Rong dashed inside. Upon entering the villa, a servant came out to greet him, followed closely by a square-faced man. Seeing Hao Rong, tears of joy welled up in his eyes, and he lifted Hao Rong in a hug.
Feeling awkward, Hao Rong thought, "I’m already in my teens, Dad, please stop doing this, there are people watching..."
Despite being a bit sheepish, Hao Rong couldn’t contain his joy at finally being home. This time, he almost thought he would never be back!
"Son, you scared your old man to death!" Hao Jiacheng confessed sincerely, utterly terrified. With just this only son, whom he had raised to this day, affection ran deep to his bones. If anything were to happen, life wouldn’t be bearable!
Making money is for the kids, after all. Without someone to inherit his vast businesses, Hao Jiacheng might as well perish.
Suggest having another? If something really happens, coping itself is a problem. Who can be that open and magnanimous?
Just after exchanging a few words with his son, Hao Jiacheng noticed the group following behind and hurried to invite them in. Without needing Hao Rong’s explanation, he already knew whom the three elderly visitors were.
"I’m sorry to keep you waiting, please come in. After the long journey, I should have picked you up personally, but such an accident happened. I am immensely grateful for bringing back my only son!" Hao Jiacheng stated sincerely.
True to his business acumen, Hao Jiacheng skillfully closed the gap between the two parties with just a few words.
"It’s nothing, I have quite a fate with your young boy." Yu Junpei replied cheerfully.
Despite being chatty and unreserved with children, Yu Junpei spoke only what was necessary in front of these astute seniors.
Upon entering, the three guests noticed a few others around the large living room.
"The Iron Triangle is here!"
"They’re all together, as expected."
"Welcome, welcome. We indeed need experts here to analyze the situation."
As Yu Junpei’s trio walked in, someone of a similar age eagerly greeted them. These were the Iron Triangle they had invited.
The living room had been temporarily reorganized. The central long sofa had been replaced with soft ottomans and backed armchairs, forming a seating area around a table for discussions.
Presently, the few people gathered at the table stopped their tasks, turning towards the entering trio.
The previous person, Sun Bingyang, 65 years old, was the core figure of the current consultation. However, finding himself at a loss, he extended the invitation to the Iron Triangle.
The rest of the Mystic Doctors came from nearby families and schools and had long admired the renowned Iron Triangle, finally meeting them today.
Luo Yirui and Jing Changle stood modestly aside, watching. It was only after Hao Rong entered for a while that he remembered these two ’followers’. Not daring to neglect them, he quickly spoke to his father and took them to freshen up and change clothes.
Before leaving, Luo Yirui glanced at a young man sitting motionless on the sofa. He had seen this person before, who was the lead talent at that party!
What was his name again? Oh right, Chu Fenglei!
His mom had painted a picture that enhanced spirit, and this man had seemed surprised.
His mother had mentioned that Chu Fenglei was quite capable, at least more so than everyone present. So why invite the Iron Triangle, and why is he here?
Perhaps sensing Luo Yirui’s gaze, Chu Fenglei turned to look back, his sharp eyes showing slight surprise upon seeing it was just a child who studied him.
Luo Yirui pretended to bow his head sheepishly and followed Hao Rong out.
Chu Fenglei took a sip of water, showing no interest in the scattered formulas on the table.
He knew the cause of the woman’s illness but had yet to devise a treatment. However, he was almost certain it was the work of certain people!
That was his main reason for being here.
"Hey, kid, don’t just sit there. Didn’t you see the seniors have arrived? Quickly go pour some water!" said a woman in her thirties.
The woman was from a small family near Jiang City; she was outstanding in her family and carried a hint of pride. Since arriving, Chu Fenglei had spoken less than five sentences and had never participated in discussions, so she naturally assumed he was a novice there to learn.
