C5 Scoundrel Seeking Treatment

"What's going on here?" Zhao Feng's mind raced as he pondered the real story behind the situation.

"Is Grandpa putting the younger generation to the test, checking if they're truly devoted?" The idea zipped through his mind but was quickly dismissed by Zhao Feng.

As the patriarch of a large family and the head of a corporation, he was certain that Grandpa had a crystal-clear understanding of his descendants' characters.

"So, what's his endgame?"

Ultimately, Zhao Feng refrained from any rash actions. He rose to his feet, approached Wei Ying, and suggested, "Ying, we've spent enough time with Grandpa. Let's head to the living room and wait for Prof. Zhang to arrive."

Before Wei Ying could respond, a commotion erupted outside. Through the din, someone rushed to the doorway and called out softly, "Prof. Zhang has arrived!"

"Zhaoyang does have clout!" Grandma sprang up, murmuring to herself as she hurried to the entrance, eager to welcome the esteemed physician.

"Something's not adding up," Zhao Feng mused inwardly. "Qiu Zhaoyang is merely a minor official at the Drug Administration. How on earth did he manage to summon a figure like Prof. Zhang...?"

Harboring a sliver of suspicion, Zhao Feng joined Wei Ying in the corridor. At that moment, a gaunt middle-aged man, surrounded by a group of people, was making his way down the hall.

This man was none other than Zhang De Meng, the renowned miracle doctor of Donghai City!

Grandma hastened to greet him but halted abruptly upon noticing the portly old man at Prof. Zhang's side. "Director Li, what are you doing here?"

"Old sister-in-law, it's me!" The rotund old man, resembling a ball, stepped forward, courteously steadying Grandma's arm, and explained, "I was shocked to hear about Brother Wei's collapse! Luckily, Little Qian, the Division Chief, reached out to me, and of course, I had to ensure the Divine Doctor would intervene!"

"Zhaoyang, you sought out Director Li?" Grandma's face registered mixed emotions as she glanced at the clean-cut man with gold-rimmed glasses. "Why didn't you mention it to me?"

"Grandma, I was just as taken aback by Director Li's concern for Grandpa," the man with glasses responded. "The Divine Doctor is incredibly busy. Without Director Li stepping in, I wouldn't have caught even a glimpse of him."

"Old Sister-in-law, why has Brother Wei fallen unconscious at such a critical time?" lamented the fat old man. "I was in the midst of discussing the acquisition of the Wei Group with him, right at the most crucial point. If something's wrong with him, who am I supposed to negotiate with now?"

"Director Li wants to buy the Wei Group?" The news hit everyone present like a thunderbolt, leaving them all in shock.

"You may not be aware, but the Wei Group is facing a management crisis and is now insolvent!"

The crowd was taken aback. If that was the case, then the timing of Grandpa's illness was all too convenient.

It seemed that Director Li might have ulterior motives.

The fat old man glanced around at the people nearby, a cunning smirk playing on his lips. "I bet Brother Wei just got too worked up and passed out!"

He turned to Prof. Zhang and said with a veneer of courtesy, "Godly Doctor, you must take a good look at Brother Wei and find out what's really going on!"

Zhao Feng, standing at the back of the crowd, had already pieced everything together.

He knew the real reason behind his grandfather's sudden collapse.

Given the group's crisis, his grandfather must be feigning unconsciousness to buy time and stall Director Li's takeover of the Wei Group.

Prof. Zhang nodded and made his way to Grandpa's room, with the rest of the group following closely behind. They quickly arrived at the door.

"Godly Doctor!" Zhao Feng called out just as Prof. Zhang was about to enter the room. "Do you need an assistant for the diagnosis? I'm an outpatient doctor myself and would be glad to lend a hand."

"Shut your mouth!"

Before Prof. Zhang could respond, Zhao Feng's cousin-in-law burst out in fury, "What are you blabbering about? Trying to impress the Godly Doctor? Pick your moments! If you cause any delay in treating Grandpa, tearing you limb from limb would be letting you off easy!"

"Get out of here, you harbinger of doom!"

"A clinic doctor from some no-name hospital doesn't get a say here!"

"Wei Ying, are you dead or what? Get him out of here!"

The air was thick with angry jeers. Wei Ying's face turned ashen as she glanced at Zhao Feng's profile, her expression tinged with sorrow.

She surmised that Zhao Feng was trying to assert his presence, to stand up for himself.

But... in such a setting, it was utterly inappropriate. She couldn't help but scold him, "Zhao Feng, don't make a fool of me!"

Prof. Zhang's gaze shifted to Zhao Feng at the back of the crowd, his eyes twinkling with an odd glint, "You are Zhao!"

Zhao Feng locked eyes with him, cutting him off, "Prof. Zhang, do you need my assistance?"

The person across from him was visibly stunned and nodded at Zhao Feng, "Yes, yes, that would be great. I do need an assistant. Hurry and come inside to help me. Everyone else... please wait outside."