“You are sick!”
Jiang Feng uttered these three words slowly, yet with undeniable force—like a sudden clap of thunder on a calm day. The moment the words left his mouth, the expressions of everyone present darkened.
The three staff members behind Sister Hua immediately turned livid with anger. Originally, Jiang Feng’s fall at the Huatian Racecourse had little to do with them. After all, Young Master Jiang had brought the humiliation upon himself by flaunting his womanizing ways so brazenly. He was lucky he hadn’t died from the fall. The only reason they showed him any courtesy at all was out of deference to the Jiang family.
Yet now, Jiang Feng seemed to have lost his mind. The moment he arrived, he declared Sister Hua was sick—an outright provocation.
Sister Hua’s brows furrowed deeply as she shot Jiang Feng a disgusted look. His earlier behavior during their handshake had briefly given her a slightly different impression of him, but now it was clear: Young Master Jiang was still Young Master Jiang. A leopard couldn’t change its spots, and he couldn’t resist his habit of harassing her.
Too bad an idiot was still an idiot. His approach was so crude that, while it had succeeded in grabbing her attention, it only solidified her disdain for him.
Ma Lianhao, standing beside Jiang Feng, was dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. I have to hand it to Young Master Jiang—he never fails to shock with his words.
It didn’t matter if the words were unpleasant—what mattered was that they had captured Sister Hua’s attention. And clearly, they had. She would definitely remember Jiang Feng now.
Ma Lianhao couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. Maybe there’s some merit to reading more books after all. At least it helps with picking up women. Otherwise, how could someone like Young Master Jiang come up with a line like this?
Still, he knew it was time for him to step in. If this backfired, the joke would be on them.
Slapping his thigh loudly, Ma Lianhao burst into laughter. “Sister Hua, Young Master Jiang was just joking! Please, please don’t take it seriously. You know how witty and humorous he is.”
“Oh, really?” Sister Hua replied coldly.
“Of course! Right, Young Master Jiang?” Ma Lianhao turned to Jiang Feng and winked.
Jiang Feng smiled faintly. “Sister Hua, the truth is often unpleasant. Whether you believe me or not, I stand by what I said.”
Sister Hua let out a sharp, mocking laugh. “So, I really am sick, then?”
“Exactly. You are sick,” Jiang Feng replied matter-of-factly.
“In that case, I’m afraid I won’t be able to entertain guests today. I hope Young Master Jiang won’t take offense,” Sister Hua said icily, her face dark with anger.
Ma Lianhao panicked. What’s gotten into Young Master Jiang? Playing with fire is one thing, but this is just self-sabotage! He’s usually so sharp—why is he acting so dense now?
This was the perfect moment for Jiang Feng to unleash his silver tongue, shower Sister Hua with extravagant praise, and smooth things over with some excuse. Instead, he was digging himself deeper.
Desperate, Ma Lianhao interjected, “Sister Hua, what Young Master Jiang meant was that you’ve been looking a bit tired lately—probably from lack of rest. You know how he exaggerates… But this just shows how much he cares about you, right? Otherwise, why would he be the first to notice something’s off with your health?”
Sister Hua smirked coldly at Jiang Feng. “So, you really think I’m sick?”
“It’s not what I think—it’s a fact. You are sick,” Jiang Feng said impatiently.
“Seems to me you’re the one who’s sick!” Sister Hua snapped. As a woman, being publicly called “sick” was a blow to her pride.
Besides, she knew her own body. Just a week ago, she had undergone a full medical checkup, which confirmed she was in perfect health—not even a hint of a cold or fever. How could Jiang Feng’s words not infuriate her?
Jiang Feng, however, had no interest in arguing with a woman. He chuckled dismissively and said, “Ma Lianhao, it seems our host isn’t too welcoming. Let’s go.”
Ma Lianhao blinked in disbelief. “Young Master Jiang, we just got here! We’re leaving already?”
“What, you want to stay for a drink?” Jiang Feng said coldly.
“Alright, alright… Let’s go,” Ma Lianhao muttered dejectedly, following Jiang Feng out.
They had barely taken a few steps when a young woman stopped them. She handed Jiang Feng a check. “Young Master Jiang, this five million is Sister Hua’s compensation for you.”
“Five million?” Jiang Feng took the check and smiled faintly.
The woman nodded. “It’s a gesture of goodwill from Sister Hua. Please don’t refuse.”
Jiang Feng had no intention of refusing. With all his bank accounts frozen by the family patriarch, he was strapped for cash. Free money was more than welcome.
“Got a pen and paper?” he asked casually.
The woman looked puzzled but had someone fetch them. Jiang Feng unfolded the paper, wrote out a prescription, and handed it to her.
“Give this to Sister Hua. If she trusts me, have someone prepare the medicine immediately. Two doses, and she’ll recover. If she doesn’t believe me… well, she’ll see the results in a week.”
With that, he strode out without another word.
The young woman stared after him, stunned. How outrageous! First, he claims Sister Hua is sick, and now he’s writing prescriptions? Does he really think he’s a doctor?
But this wasn’t her call to make. She headed upstairs to Sister Hua’s office, handed over the prescription, and relayed Jiang Feng’s exact words.
Sister Hua examined the prescription. The handwriting was neat and bold—impressive, even. For a brief moment, she was taken aback. But the sheer absurdity of Jiang Feng playing doctor quickly overshadowed that.
“Did he say anything else?” she asked before tearing the prescription to pieces and tossing it into the wastebasket.
The young woman shook her head helplessly. “No, that was all.”
Sister Hua smirked coldly. “Waiting a week for results? What, am I supposed to drop dead in seven days? What a joke.”
The young woman hesitated before speaking. “Sister Hua, have you heard about Young Master Jiang’s recent actions?”
“What actions?” Sister Hua replied indifferently.
The woman proceeded to recount how Jiang Feng had disciplined Jiang Hao, thrown Jiang Jingyun out of their home, and refused to meet Ye Qingxuan. While Sister Hua had heard these rumors before, she’d been too angry with Jiang Feng earlier to connect the dots. Now hearing them again, she paused thoughtfully. “Weren’t those just rumors? You mean they’re true?”
“I’ve verified them – all true,” the young woman confirmed. “And Miss Ye Qingxuan hasn’t denied any of it.”
“That is… peculiar.” Sister Hua’s gaze drifted to the torn prescription in the wastebasket. For a moment she considered retrieving it, then laughed at herself. Even if all those rumors were true, what did it prove?
Some worthless playboy does a few unexpected things and suddenly people take notice? Besides, she’d never heard Jiang Feng had any medical knowledge. For all she knew, this prescription was just another of his provocations. She certainly wasn’t going to risk her health on it!
*****
Jiang Feng remained unaware of Sister Hua’s thoughts or words. Nor did he particularly care about being misunderstood – given Young Master Jiang’s notorious reputation, such reactions were inevitable.
Meanwhile, Ma Lianhao was practically spitting with disbelief. “Brother, I’m speechless! Do you know how many men in Yanjing would kill for an invitation from Sister Hua? And you – you managed to offend her with your first words!”
“Why would I want to offend her?” Jiang Feng countered.
“Well…” Ma Lianhao hesitated. Now that he thought about it, it was strange. While the young master was eccentric and loved jokes, he usually behaved impeccably around beautiful women, desperate to make a good impression. Why suddenly provoke Sister Hua?
Unless… she really was sick?
But how? Jiang Feng wasn’t a doctor – a few days of reading didn’t qualify anyone to practice medicine. If that were possible, what would trained physicians be for?
“So what’s really going on?” Ma Lianhao swallowed hard, thoroughly confused.
“I told you – she’s sick. Sick people need treatment,” Jiang Feng stated matter-of-factly.
Ma Lianhao grimaced. The young master was clearly doubling down. “Bro, drop the act, alright? Sister Hua isn’t even here to hear this.”
“This isn’t a joke. Actually… you’re sick too,” Jiang Feng added with a faint smile.
“Me?!” Ma Lianhao nearly tripped over his own feet. “Brother, let’s talk this through – why the sudden curse?”
Jiang Feng ignored his dramatics. “Recently, haven’t you had poor appetite?”
“…”
“Felt listless, tossing and turning at night?”
“…”
“Struggled with… stamina regarding women—”
“Stop! Please, just stop!” Ma Lianhao’s face turned multiple shades, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.
It wasn’t that Jiang Feng was wrong – he was frighteningly accurate. If he didn’t know Jiang Feng had been hospitalized until recently, he’d suspect the man had been spying on him.
“Seems I really am sick,” Ma Lianhao admitted bitterly.
“Nothing serious. I’ll write you a prescription when I have time. A couple doses and you’ll be fine.”
Jiang Feng wasn’t speaking idly. Sister Hua’s condition was latent – undetectable until symptoms appeared. Since they weren’t close, he’d simply written the prescription as a goodwill gesture. Whether she accepted it was her concern.
As for Ma Lianhao, his problems were self-inflicted. His extreme thinness itself was symptomatic, compounded by his dissolute lifestyle – excessive drinking, eating, and womanizing had drained his vitality. Traditional medicine held that “qi deficiency leads to weight gain, blood deficiency to weight loss.” His reckless living had unbalanced both, making illness inevitable.
Ma Lianhao opened his mouth, uncertain whether to thank Jiang Feng or question this sudden medical expertise. The whole situation was too bizarre.
“Enough talk. Drive me to the racecourse.” Without another word, Jiang Feng turned and walked away.