Campus Beauty's Peerless Master

To a woman, Lee Shan didn't mind if Zhang Yang had great ability or kindness and love.    

    

However, when she saw him doing his best yesterday, her heart couldn't help but feel warm.    

    

After all, she herself came from a poor family. She didn't care about Zhang Yang, but she cared a lot about how others thought of him.    

    

Although she didn't go to the scene yesterday, she just kept watching in front of the TV until Zhang Yang fell. At that time, she was scared, afraid that something bad might happen to Zhang Yang.    

    

Fortunately, when she called, Hu Qing told her that Zhang Yang was just too tired, so he would be fine after a short sleep.    

    

Ever since she came back, she had been waiting by Zhang Yang's side. The first time she quietly watched him sleep, Elder Sister Lee's heart was filled with warmth, sweetness and even more pride.    

    

In one day and night, Zhang Yang treated a total of 700 or so patients, and all of them were cured. One must know that among these patients, there were many patients who could be called incurable diseases.    

    

Such a magnificent feat was truly marvelous. It could even be called a miracle if one were to look at the entire world.    

    

And Zhang Yang, was Lee Shan's little man.    

    

With both hands holding her chin, she watched in a daze as Zhang Yang opened the claypot with a contented look on his face. Lee Shan's eyes seemed to be overflowing with spring water.    

    

"Elder Sister Lee, the medicinal food you brewed is becoming more and more fragrant." Zhang Yang picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.    

    

"Since it's delicious, let's eat a little more."    

    

Suddenly, she remembered something and said, "Oh yeah, Su Su and Little Yan have called a few times already. I told them that you are fine and sleeping. You can call them later to reassure them."    

    

"Yes." Zhang Yang nodded.    

    

Smiling sweetly, she continued, "And Xiao Qian, Mu Han, Ouyang Zhanyan, Dong Wanxuan … "You'd better make a phone call. If you didn't know you were fine, maybe people would have already rushed over."    

    

"Cough, cough, cough …" Zhang Yang coughed violently, his face was awkward and he was sweating profusely.    

    

Lee Shan gave him a rebuking look and helped him resolve the awkward situation, saying, "There's one more thing, Hu Qing wanted me to ask you."    

    

"What is it?"    

    

"From the morning until now, there have been a lot of people gathered outside the manor. There are more than 20 patients with serious injuries. They want you to treat them."    

    

Lee Shan's voice was light and gentle, and her tone was filled with seriousness.    

    

Hearing that, Zhang Yang was slightly surprised for a moment, as if he was relieved.    

    

Those patients were obviously commoners who couldn't afford the medical fees. If they were rich, they would have already paid the queue number.    

    

Also, the recent membership cards that the Longevity Manor dealt with also took into account the medical institutions. If it was a member, it was serious, and could be treated in advance. This was a thought that Zhang Yang had been thinking about for a long time and had started implementing it recently.    

    

The people outside could not pay a large sum of money for the diagnosis, and they were not members. However, yesterday's free medical treatment gave them hope.    

    

This was a person's heart and mentality. If Zhang Yang didn't save them, then they would spread it everywhere and ruin Zhang Yang's reputation.    

    

On the other hand, if he was to treat it, then it would be the same as telling more people that even if they didn't have a huge medical fee, they could still be treated.    

    

Hearing Lee Shan's words, Zhang Yang became silent.    

    

This was the so-called grudge formed from graciousness!    

    

It was as if he owed them something that he should help them with.    

    

Of course, he never cared about his reputation in the outside world. He had always done as he pleased, and everything depended on his mood.    

    

Yesterday, he hadn't rested for a day and night and someone had already come this morning. Even though he could understand the patient's attitude, he still felt slightly unhappy in his heart.    

    

"I have an idea. What do you think?"    

    

Seeing him deep in thought, Lee Shan suddenly spoke. Zhang Yang might not care about his reputation, but Lee Shan cared a lot. She didn't want the reputation that Zhang Yang just built to be ruined for no reason.    

    

"What method?" Zhang Yang drank a mouthful of soup and looked at Ye Zichen with a questioning gaze.    

    

"It's very simple. Choose a person to save."    

    

Lee Shan's tone slightly paused for a moment before she continued, "There are more than just tens of millions of sick people in Hua Xia. We cannot be the savior of this river and you can't focus on treating them."    

    

She first voiced out Zhang Yang's thoughts, then smiled sweetly, "We won't let you die, but we need to set a limit to this."    

    

"What restriction?" Zhang Yang was interested.    

    

Lee Shan snapped her fingers, "It's very simple. It can be restricted by a simple and practical method, and it's also something that people can easily accept. For example, after there are a lot of Immortal Sanatorio doctors around, we can conduct free diagnoses from time to time, and for example, choose a person's birthday, we will treat them for free."    

    

"This method is pretty good." Zhang Yang's eyes lit up, he quickly felt relieved and took the opportunity to say, "And you can only treat her for free on the day of your birthday. That way, no matter if it's an ordinary person or a rich person who spends a lot of money, they can accept it."    

    

Birthday is also rebirth, and it is metaphorical.    

    

One hundred sixty-five days in a year. If it was his birthday that saved him, not only would the quota be limited, it would also be acceptable.    

    

"Tell Hu Qing to set up a complete plan and do as you say." Zhang Yang waved his hand and slapped the table.    

    

"Alright."    

    

Lee Shan smiled and nodded, then dialed Hu Qing's number. She giggled, "I can guarantee that when Hu Qing announces this matter, not only will it not affect our Immortal Sanatorio, it will instead increase our reputation and reputation."    

    

Very soon, after he answered the phone, Lee Shan told him her plan. Hu Qing naturally had no objections and praised her greatly. He had a headache today.    

    

The problem was resolved smoothly. What Hu Qing was going to do now was up to him.    

    

After dinner, Zhang Yang and Lee Shan walked out of the villa as if they were a couple.    

    

Zhang Yang had slept for an entire day. It was already night time, but the interior of the manor wasn't tranquil, especially in the Medicinal Hall area. It was bustling with noise and excitement.    

    

When the two of them reached the artificial lake, they saw piles of bonfires on the banks of the lake. On them were huge casseroles, and the fragrance of boiling soup permeated the air.    

    

Some of the bonfires had barbecued meat on them and were sprinkled with special spices. The strong scent of the meat wafted along with the wind.    

    

Beautiful waiters shuttled back and forth between the campfires, constantly busy with work. Next to the campfire, a young man and woman, dressed in gorgeous clothing, were chatting with each other. Sounds of laughter could be heard.    

    

This was Lee Shan's latest plan, which allowed guests to enjoy the beautiful scenery while enjoying the delicacies.    

    

The recipe for the medicinal food was very common, but the spices and seasonings were unique to Zhang Yang. Regardless of whether it was cooked or barbequed, the delicious food that came out was hard to resist and under the management of Lee Shan's myriad of activities, within a short period of time, this place had become the most high-class gathering place in Central China.    

    

China was very big and there were many people, but there was only one upper class circle. There was a good place, and a delicacy that was hard to resist was quickly spread around in the circle.    

    

The more powerful one's background was, the more well-informed they would be. There were even people from the great cities in the capital and the south who had specially come to eat.    

    

Over time, this place became a place where one could not only have a hearty meal, but also encounter people that one would rarely meet. Everyone was able to communicate with each other, treat them to a meal, and sell them in one go.    

    

As such, a circle of Longevity Manor was gradually formed.    

    

It wasn't like no one had the idea of using Longevity Manor, but when they found out about Zhang Yang's background, they all gave up on it, especially the matter of Hitachi being completely wiped out a while ago, it allowed many people to see Zhang Yang's power and ruthlessness.    

    

To be able to apply for a membership card in the Medicine Hall, one had to either be rich or have the right to do so.    

    

However, no matter what kind of identity or status he had, as long as he had eaten a medicinal cuisine once, he would be instantly conquered and never be forgotten. As long as he was rich, he would find a chance to come for a second time, and a third time …    

    

The taste of marrow eating!    

    

However, medicinal food was not drugs. Drugs could cause one to be caught in it and be unable to extricate themselves. There were only two outcomes. One would either lose all their family assets, or die from drug addiction.    

    

The Longevity Manor's medicinal cuisine was the complete opposite. It truly had the function of medicinal cuisine in maintaining one's health.    

    

After eating for a long time, the functions of the body would become better and better, and the state of the mind would improve significantly. All of these had been verified.    

    

Most importantly, this place was not a place that could be entered with money alone.    

    

If you want to become a member, you need 80% of the old members' recommendations... This wasn't difficult anymore, it was even more difficult.    

    

In the long run, those who often came here would form a sort of atmosphere … That was to say that the qualifications of the members of Longevity Manor had become the standard for determining one's identity.    

    

This was not an exaggeration. In the recent days, with the flat city as the center, those who were slightly qualified in the surrounding large cities were all busy trying to find people to form a relationship with in order to become members of Longevity Manor.    

    

There was no helping it, this had already become a symbol of status, not a member? Others might not say anything, but under the pressure of the atmosphere, they would naturally feel inferior.    

    

It was worth mentioning that the people who had originally become members were now all grinning from ear to ear.    

    

In order to become a new member, there were only two conditions. First, a recommendation from the general manager, and secondly, a recommendation from the old members.    

    

Putting aside the first condition, Zhang Yang was always elusive. It was difficult for others to see him, let alone join a guild.    

    

As for Lee Shan, at first, it was still fresh. But soon, she became annoyed and directly announced to the public that she didn't have the right to nominate. Only Zhang Yang, the big boss, had the right to nominate her.    

    

Under such circumstances, people could only use the second method to become a member. However, by doing so, they would be able to find someone to recommend them. That would be giving favors to people they weren't familiar with.    

    

In a word, the first batch of old members received all sorts of favors and gifts. Everyone was secretly glad that they had made the choice to become a member.    

    

"Buzz!"    

    

At this moment, Zhang Yang's phone suddenly rang. When he saw the number on it, he raised his eyebrows and picked it up.    

    

"Haha, is that Young Master Zhang? "Hehe, it's Luo Zhentao. Cough, cough, cough …" Luo Zhentao's slightly fawning voice sounded from the phone.    

    

"It's Director General Luo. What's the matter?" Zhang Yang said lightly.    

    

"Cough cough, it's like this. I have something that I need your help with. It would be inconvenient for you to meet me." Luo Zhentao's tone was very polite.    

    

"Alright, come to Longevity Manor. I'll be at the Central Lake area now."    

    

"Alright, I'll be there immediately."