After all, the Heavenly Doctor with Ghost Hands appears too rarely, and Yu Yao is one of the few people who has been cured by him.
Otherwise, even if the Yu family is one of the top wealthy families in Forty-Nine Cities, the Ning family would not be so polite if Yu Yao had not interacted with the Ghost Hand Heavenly Doctor.
In the Daxia Empire, family hierarchies were strictly divided.
A century-old wealthy family, a thousand-year-old family.
A wealthy family may not be as wealthy as an aristocratic family, but the gap between the two is still very large, and they are not on the same level at all.
It can be called an aristocratic family, at least during the Great Xia Dynasty, it accompanied Emperor Yin on his expeditions in the north and south.
Such as the Mohists who still guard Zhongzhou.
The Ning family accidentally obtained several witch doctor secret books decades ago, trained many witch doctors, and held the medical lifeblood of this area of Xizhou.
Therefore, the Ning family has been in the limelight these years, and they no longer pay much attention to the so-called aristocratic family.
"Don't worry, Mr. Ning." Yu Yao also intends to make friends with the Ning family. "As soon as there is news, I will contact you immediately."
The two chatted for a few more minutes before Yu Yao walked out.
Feng San has been with Yu Xiheng for a long time and has a basic understanding of the Yu family.
He saw Yu Yao at a glance.
Feng San didn't care much at first, but he suddenly remembered that the information he collected said that Si Fuqing entered the entertainment industry because of Yu Yao, and she seemed to be deeply in love with Yu Yao.
Among the Forty-Nine Cities, Yu Yao is indeed an outstanding noble son, and there are countless ladies chasing after him.
Mr. Yu also loved his grandson very much, and deliberately skipped Yu Xiheng's generation and passed the Yu family directly to Yu Yao.
Feng San became nervous: "Miss Si, look at him -"
"Who is it?" Si Fuqing raised his head, glanced briefly, and said ruthlessly, "Don't ask me to look at anyone who is not as good-looking as my boss in the future. I have a much better sense of taste."
Her chin was still resting on the back of the wheelchair, and she still had the same lazy and careless look: "Why do you want to make me sick? I want the boss to deduct your salary."
Hearing this, Yu Xiheng seemed to glance in his direction.
Feng San: "!"
The deduction from his salary was minor, mainly because he was afraid that Si Fuqing would never be able to look at anyone else in his life.
Yu Xiheng's face can be said to be unparalleled, perfectly unifying the aesthetics of men and women.
Of course, he has never seen anyone more beautiful than Si Fuqing.
Feng San carefully stayed away from Si Fuqing, and then lowered his voice: "Brother Jiu, it turns out that the distinguished guest mentioned by the Ning family is your nephew?"
The Yu family has a large population, and Yu Yao ranks third in his generation.
He is a generation younger than Yu Xiheng, but only five years younger.
It is true that in Sijiu City, Yu Yao is already the proud son of heaven.
But Feng San had only been exposed to the direct descendants of the Mo family since he was a child, and Yu Yao was a bit unsatisfied.
Yu Xiheng rolled up his sleeves casually, without raising his eyes, and even his tone was extremely cold: "Don't worry about him."
Feng San nodded.
They are not from the same world, so they really don't have anything to do with Yu Yao.
Yu Yao also saw the three people waiting at the stone table. They all had Western faces, so he didn't pay much attention to them.
He just glanced at it lightly and walked out.
The Ning family has also made a name for itself in the Western Continent, so it is not surprising that people from abroad would come.
But being able to invite the Ning family shows some strength.
Normally, he might come up and have a chat, but now he is in a hurry to transport the medicinal materials back to Sijiu City, so he doesn't have the free time to make friends.
It was the man in the wheelchair who reminded Yu Yao of Yu Xiheng.
He gently pulled the corners of his lips.
A man with crippled legs is no different from trash.
After Yu Yao left, the housekeeper came out again and invited the three people in.
"Mr. Scotland, you want to see the legs, right?" The middle-aged man stopped smiling and turned his attention to the young man in the wheelchair. He was neither salty nor cool, and his attitude was not very good. "Let's talk it over first. Regardless of whether it can be cured or not,
Okay, the deposit is non-refundable, this is the rule of the Ning family."
Yu Xiheng raised his eyes slightly: "You guys have broken your promise."
The appointment was for ten o'clock, and it's now ten-twenty.
Hearing this sentence, the middle-aged man looked impatient: "It's only twenty minutes, can't you wait even this time? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"
"If you can't wait, then you don't have to look at it. The medical treatment in the Western Continent is also very advanced, right? You can go back, but the Daxia Empire won't welcome you."
There are countless people queuing up to wait for Ning's visit to see a doctor. Who can't be respectful?
I have never met a middle-aged person before
Feng San's eyes were filled with murderous intent: "You are looking for——"
Yu Xiheng raised his head first, and his narrow auspicious eyes suddenly narrowed.
The middle-aged man suddenly stopped talking.
He felt a sharp gaze sweeping across him, almost slitting his throat.
The sense of oppression swept over me like a stormy wave.
Above all things, the power of the Nine-Five Supreme.
It almost made people kneel down on the spot.
Middle-aged people are terrified.
His legs were weak, and he looked up in panic, only to see the young man still sitting in the wheelchair, with deep eyebrows.
He quietly pressed the handle of the wheelchair, lowered his eyes slightly, and coughed twice. It was obvious that he was in poor health.
Si Fuqing thoughtfully handed him a glass of water, but his fox eyes narrowed slightly.
The aura is so strong, it has reached the level of being visible, and it can be retracted and released so freely.
She knew that "powerful and overwhelming" was not just an exaggerated adjective.
Some people can use their momentum to crush the opponent's bones.
A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Feng San's forehead. Standing next to Yu Xiheng, he was obviously shocked.
He looked at the girl with some confusion as he slowly took out an orange and started eating it.
Miss Si, why are you not affected?
"I'm really sorry." The middle-aged man suppressed his inner dissatisfaction and reluctantly explained, "Because the Ning family is looking for Senior Ghost Hand Heavenly Doctor, and they were delayed for a while because they were eager to get information."
After hearing this, Si Fuqing looked at him thoughtfully.
With so many people looking for her, can she make a fortune by selling information about herself?
Yu Xiheng stopped looking at him: "Let's go."
These two words made the middle-aged man's expression change.
If this order can be completed, the Ning family can collect at least one billion.
The reason they were able to receive medical treatment was because Yu Xiheng paid a sky-high price.
Moreover, the medical records stated that this Scottish gentleman had been suffering from leg problems for many years and must have wanted to stand up very much.
How can I just leave now?
"Mr. Scotland, you are away from home and in a foreign country. There is really no need for you to be so stingy." The middle-aged man stabilized his posture, shook his head, and spoke again with a bit of sarcastic threat, "You are out today."
Ning family, no one in the entire Great Xia Empire can cure your legs, so you'd better think clearly."
