Yanjing, in the top private reception room of the Qin Family Pharmaceutical Group.

An old man leaned on a cane, occasionally tapping it, making a thud on the floor.

"Is everything you said true?" Old Master Qin squinted, turning his back to the person fawning behind him.

"I'm telling the absolute truth, that migrant worker boy actually cured my father's illness."

The middle-aged person speaking at this moment was none other than the Second Son of Ning.

"That prescription..."

"Able to cure Old Man Ning's long-standing ailments..."

Old Master Qin was also aware of Elder Ning's condition, and with his own medical skills, he honestly had no confidence.

Or rather, in Yanjing, anyone who could cure such a disease had to have completely mastered the Ye Family's Heavenly Creation Finger, or be the Ghost Doctor, who was renowned back in the day.

Apart from that, hardly anyone would dare to confidently guarantee it.

But now, someone had actually cured it.

"Old Mr. Qin, I've secretly brought you the prescription."

The Second Son of Ning had a sycophantic look on his face.

"Hehe, Ning's Second, what do you want?" Old Master Qin asked directly.

The Second Son of Ning beamed, chuckled slyly, rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and said, "Old Mr. Qin, you know, I have a little habit."

"I know, you like to gamble."

The Second Son of Ning nodded, looking troubled: "To be honest, he saved my father, though he insulted me, he's still a benefactor of the Ning family, and just selling him out like this..."

"I know you want to wait for the right price, name it, the thugs from the casino won't give you much time."

The Second Son of Ning's face showed a trace of anger and embarrassment.

But thinking of those fierce casino thugs, he still shrank his neck, swallowed, and offered: "Thirty million, and the prescription is yours."

"Ning's Second, you have a big appetite, does a small prescription worth thirty million?"

Old Qin snorted coldly.

"Hehe, Old Mr. Qin, you know what the prescription means, my father's illness is quite special, and several old chiefs in Yanjing seem to have this type of illness to some extent, if you have this prescription, whether it's for developing connections or reselling it, it would certainly be worth more than thirty million."

The Second Son of Ning said fearlessly.

"Hmph, Ning's Second, I still need to verify the authenticity of the prescription, why don't you wait a few days for my response?" Old Master Qin snorted.

"What?"

The Second Son of Ning's face turned ugly.

He still owed the casino thirty million, which led him to have various devious thoughts of selling Lin Hai's prescription to the Ning family.

Wait a few days? Those fierce casino thugs would probably come knocking by afternoon.

"Don't be like that, Old Master Qin, twenty-five million, how about it?" the Second Son of Ning asked anxiously.

"Fifteen million, if you're not satisfied, you can leave." Old Master Qin waved his hand, never once looking at the Second Son of Ning.

"This... only fifteen million?"

"Show him out."

"No, I'll sell it, fifteen million."

The Second Son of Ning hurriedly blurted out, looking every bit the reckless spendthrift.

"Okay, take out the prescription, and finance will give you a check immediately."

The prescription fell into Old Master Qin's hand.

The Second Son of Ning left, delighted, clutching the fifteen million check.

"Unexpectedly, it sold for fifteen million, made a fortune this time."

"Later, take a bath, rest up, go to the casino tonight, and with this fifteen million, make a big comeback, then let's see who dares to look down on Ning's Second Lord, haha."

The Second Son of Ning, however, did not know that Lin Hai's prescription, if branded with the King Yan mark on the foreign black market, could sell for at least a billion, and that's in US Dollars.

After he left, Old Master Qin seriously looked at the prescription, his expression becoming more and more excited.

"A genius, the one who concocted this prescription must be a genius."

"Back then, the Immortal Ascension Plan caused many of the older generation to suffer inexplicable hidden ailments, each of these people holds immense hidden power, if I can cure their hidden ailments..."

"No one in Yanjing could solve this disease before, but now an opportunity to strengthen my Qin family has come, as long as I can cure these people's ailments, my Qin family can not only maneuver smoothly in upper circles but also enhance the reputation of Qin Family Pharmaceutical..."

Fame and fortune in one stroke!

In Old Master Qin's view, the effect of this prescription could not be measured by a mere fifteen million.

This time, he felt he had hit the jackpot.

...

Meanwhile, Lin Hai was in the sadness of losing a five hundred check.

"Mr. Lin, my grandfather has woken up, he wants to see you." Ning Haoyu walked over respectfully and gratefully to Lin Hai.

"Oh? Old Mr. Ning has finally woken up?"

"Yes, thanks to Mr. Lin's miraculous skills." At this moment, Ning Haoyu was filled with curiosity about Lin Hai.

Originally slovenly image, in her heart, had unconsciously transformed into the demeanor of a high-minded individual who is indifferent to details.

People are just this fascinating, if a person is an ordinary laborer, you might despise him, but if he's skilled, no matter how ordinary, disheveled, or shabby he looks, he will give a sense of awe.

"Okay, I also wanted to go see Old Mr. Ning."

Lin Hai said with a smile.

"Mr. Lin, please follow me."

Following behind, Lin Hai nodded secretly.

Approaching Old Mr. Ning's ward, Lin Hai saw the old man was barely able to sit up, still weak, but with a hint of vigor in his eyes.

The Beautiful Principal Ning exited the room.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor Lin, for saving me."

Old Mr. Ning supported himself as he bowed to Lin Hai.

"You're too kind, sir."

Lin Hai quickly helped the other up, casually checking the pulse, it was steady, no major issues anymore.

"Divine Doctor Lin, when I first saw you, I almost thought an old friend from the past had come." Old Mr. Ning said with a laugh.

Lin Hai smiled: "Maybe we are connected by fate."

"Haha, I like to hear that, if it were that old friend from back then, the first thing he'd ask me would definitely be why I'm not dead yet."

Old Mr. Ning laughed heartily and nodded at Lin Hai: "Indeed, a young prodigy."

"You're too kind, old gentleman."

"No, not too kind, you remind me at least three parts of an old friend, plus, you both have the surname Lin, what a coincidence."

"Oh?"

Lin Hai got interested instantly.

An old friend?

He knew that his background was likely to be uncovered in Yanjing.

Upon hearing Old Mr. Ning's words, his heart couldn't help but stir.

"May I know this old friend's name?" Lin Hai asked with great curiosity.

"That... cannot be said."

Old Mr. Ning shook his head.

"Why?"

"Because that name cannot be mentioned in Yanjing."

"Eh..."

"Divine Doctor Lin, wasn't my illness strange?" Old Mr. Ning turned the topic suddenly.

Lin Hai nodded: "Indeed very strange, seemingly simple yet extremely complex, it's like a type of special injury that's half internal, half external."

"Hehe, my illness involves a secret from the past."

"If you'd like to know, I can tell you about it later."

"For now, let's talk about business."

"Oh? What business?" Lin Hai became serious.

"Qingyuan and Haoyu are my best granddaughters, do you plan to marry one, or take them both?" Old Mr. Ning went straight to the point.

Whoa!

What is this situation?

Lin Hai's eyes widened, just moments ago everything was so serious, why did the topic change without any warning or preparation!