Widow sister-in-law: Silly boy, be gentler!

Yang Yifeng coughed violently twice, tears choked up into his eyes, which made him look extremely pitiful.

"Doctor Yang, are you okay? Is it serious? Do you need to go to the washroom?"

Yang Yifeng waved his hand, "No need, I’m fine. I just choked, drinking a couple glasses of milk will do the trick."

"Alright then, I’ll go get some water from the kitchen."

"Sure, go ahead."

Ye Zitong left with the medicine bowl in hand.

Yang Yifeng held a cup of milk, sitting on the chair and staring at the dark bowl of medicinal soup, his feelings a mass of intricacies. He hated taking medicine the most, but now he was coerced into it.

It doesn’t matter!

Yang Yifeng picked up the cup of milk beside him, took a sip, then a spicy taste spread across his mouth, causing his stomach to convulse involuntarily.

Fortunately, Yang Yifeng had a strong ability to withstand pressure and did not vomit; otherwise, his stomach would have probably suffered after downing that cup.

It wasn’t long before Ye Zitong came back with a warm towel to clean his mouth and face, then picked up the bowl of medicine from the table and gulped it down.

Seeing this, the corners of Yang Yifeng’s eyes twitched fiercely, "Ye Zitong, do you actually love drinking this stuff? You dare to drink it even though it’s so nasty?"

Ye Zitong glared at Yang Yifeng, full of anger, "My daughter is sick, and you, as a doctor, dare say this medicine is nasty? You’re deliberately picking on an old person like me! Let me tell you, Yang Yifeng, I am not afraid of bitterness!"

With that, Ye Zitong drank up the entire bowl of dark medicine in one go.

Yang Yifeng’s mouth kept twitching.

"Your daughter isn’t fully recovered yet. Even if you’re not afraid of bitterness, you didn’t have to drink up the whole bowl in one gulp. There’s still a long way to go."

"Hmph! What do you know? You men don’t understand." Ye Zitong gave Yang Yifeng a disdainful look, then continued to pick up the remaining medicine bowls on the table and drank them down.

"Alright, you win, you’re tough, truly like mother, like daughter," Yang Yifeng shrugged, his gaze helplessly turned towards the window.

His eyes caught the distant scenery, and he couldn’t help but think of Su Mo, wondering if she’s doing alright now.

A slight smile curved up the corners of his mouth.

"When you took my daughter’s pulse just now, how was it? Can my daughter’s illness be completely cured?" Ye Zitong looked at Yang Yifeng with eyes full of hope.

She was extremely worried about her daughter’s illness, wishing she could immediately cure it completely, allowing her daughter to be as healthy and lively as before.

"Don’t worry, I can cure your daughter’s illness. However, I will have to charge a price," Yang Yifeng said with a smile.

"What price? I’ll agree to anything," Ye Zitong nodded repeatedly.

"I want you to promise to be my personal bodyguard and driver," Yang Yifeng said with a smile.

Ye Zitong was stunned, not understanding Yang Yifeng’s words.

"I want to hire you as my bodyguard for many years, but you can take your time to consider this offer, no need to rush with an answer," Yang Yifeng continued with a smile.

"My daughter’s illness can be cured?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I agree, but you have to treat my daughter first," Ye Zitong pondered for a moment and decided to accept being his personal bodyguard.

"Agreed."

"Then it’s settled, I’ll go prepare now."

"Go ahead," Yang Yifeng nodded.

Soon, Ye Zitong left with the empty medicine bowl to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Yang Yifeng began to survey the room.

"Tsk, tsk, such a luxurious villa, living here really is enjoyable," Yang Yifeng praised.

This villa was three stories tall and took up the space of three floors, belonging to one of the highest-end communities in the city.

Moreover, each building within the community was spaced far apart from each other, and all had elevators, so there was no worry about elevator malfunctions, which made it quite safe for the residents living here.

Yang Yifeng walked in the garden, couldn’t help but sigh.

"Who are you? How did you break into our villa? Get out now!" Suddenly, a burly man in a black suit and wearing sunglasses blocked Yang Yifeng’s path.

Yang Yifeng glanced at the man in black and sneered, "This isn’t your turf, what right do you have to tell me to leave? I happen to like this villa, so I’m not leaving."

"You’re asking for it!" The man in black swung a punch at Yang Yifeng.

Yang Yifeng extended his left arm to block the attack, then lifted his foot and kicked at the chest of the man in black.

The man in black was startled, hastily tried to dodge, but still ended up being kicked to the ground by Yang Yifeng.

The man in black got up from the ground and angrily accused Yang Yifeng.

"You little bastard, how dare you ambush me? You’re courting death!" The man in black roared and charged again.

"I told you, I’m not here to ambush you. I’m here to see your young master. Is he available to meet me?" Yang Yifeng asked casually.

"You’re Yang Yifeng?" The man in black heard this, immediately stopped moving, and stared in astonishment.

He hadn’t misheard, had he? This young man was the legendary Yang Yifeng?

"That’s right, you know me?"

"No kidding! You’re the idol our young master admires the most." The man in black thumped his chest excitedly.

Yang Yifeng raised an eyebrow, "Since you know who I am, your young master should not refuse to see me, especially since I have important matters to discuss with him. If delayed, it could be a great loss."

"This, this..." The man in black suddenly became flustered.

He too had heard the Family Head speak of Yang Yifeng’s great name.

But the young master had ordered not to let outsiders disturb him, so he couldn’t just say anything; otherwise, the young master would punish him.

"What’s wrong? Is your young master afraid of me now?" Yang Yifeng taunted and turned to walk into the house.

The man in black saw this and hurried to stop Yang Yifeng.

But Yang Yifeng moved too quickly, and he simply couldn’t keep up with his speed. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Bang!"

The man in black was kicked to the ground, hissing in pain.

"Ouch, it’s killing me." The man in black howled in pain.

Yang Yifeng turned to look at the man in black, "Since your young master is unavailable, I guess I’ll have to go find him myself."

"Hey, wait, you can’t go in." The man in black saw that Yang Yifeng was really about to barge in and quickly tried to block him.

But it was a step too late as Yang Yifeng had already pushed the door open and entered.

"How did you get in?"

Yang Yifeng looked back at the man in black, ignored him, and continued walking straight ahead.

The man in black hurriedly got up to chase after him, but after just two steps, he felt a sharp pain in his calf and once again knelt on the ground.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Yang Yifeng looked back at the man in black and then stepped forward to help him up, "Are you okay?"

"My leg hurts like hell, I was hit by a stone just now." The man in black clutched his leg in agony.

Yang Yifeng gave him a look but didn’t say anything, supporting the man in black as they headed upstairs.

"Where are you taking me? I still have to work." The man in black saw Yang Yifeng heading upstairs and immediately panicked.

Yang Yifeng gave the man in black a cold stare, "Don’t worry, I won’t let you be busy for nothing. I’ll introduce you to a job that will see you through your old age."

"You’re so kindhearted?"

"You’re thinking too simply." Yang Yifeng said with disdain.

Who was he? He was the Medical Saint, with exquisite medical skills and noble medical ethics.

How could he possibly let such scum stay by his side?