At the Chengyuan Five-Star Hotel.
On the second floor, in a private room, sat two women: Mu Rongshuang, a Three-Star General, and her deputy, Qin Tong.
Qin Tong poured Mu Rongshuang a glass of red wine and said with a smile, "General, ever since Jiang Dingbian died, the Jiang family has been in disarray! Many of their enemies are already making moves, preparing to eliminate the Jiang family."
Mu Rongshuang let out a cold laugh, "They brought this upon themselves. When Jiang Dingbian was alive, he was arrogant, willful, and made enemies everywhere. Now that he's dead, all the debts are being settled with his descendants. In two words: they deserve it."
Qin Tong asked, "Should we get involved?"
Mu Rongshuang waved her hand, "No need. Without Jiang Dingbian, those good-for-nothings in the Jiang family will be wiped out quickly. Even if they manage to survive, it won't be too late for me to act then."
The two continued to eat and chat.
As they were eating, Qin Tong casually glanced out the window at the first floor and exclaimed in surprise, "General, look who that is!"
Mu Rongshuang followed her gaze.
He looked a bit familiar.
"Isn't that Lu Ming, the tomb keeper? What's he doing in Jinling?" Mu Rongshuang was quite surprised.
At that moment, Lu Ming had just arrived at the hotel's first floor with Yang Jitong. They found an empty table and sat down, completely unaware that two pairs of eyes were watching them from the second-floor private room.
After they were seated, a young waitress approached them and asked with a smile, "Elder Yang, what would you like to eat today?"
Yang Jitong replied, "The usual. A portion of each specialty dish, and two bottles of Wuliangye."
"Coming right up."
Just as the waitress was about to leave, Yang Jitong called out, "Xiao Juan."
The waitress turned back, "Does Elder Yang have any other requests?"
Yang Jitong took out his wallet, pulled out a small stack of hundred-yuan bills, and tucked them into the waitress's pocket, "A tip."
The waitress repeatedly waved her hands, "Oh, Elder Yang, I can't take more of your money. I've already received too much kindness from you."
Yang Jitong said, "This money isn't for you, it's for your younger siblings' school fees."
Upon hearing this, the waitress's heart warmed, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Then I'll consider this money a loan from you. I'll definitely repay you!"
Yang Jitong smiled and waved his hand, "Go bring the food."
"Okay!"
After the waitress left, Lu Ming asked curiously, "Elder Yang, why are you so kind to a waitress?"
Yang Jitong gave a wry smile and explained, "Her name is Chen Xinjuan. She's an unfortunate child. Her father, elder brother, and uncle all sacrificed their lives for the country and died on the battlefield. Her mother couldn't bear the grief and committed suicide. Now, she's left to care for her younger siblings. She works three jobs, gave up her own education to support her siblings. It's difficult. For the unfortunate children of such loyal families, we should help them if we can."
Lu Ming was moved.
It reminded him of the fallen comrades buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery. What he couldn't stand the most was seeing the families of martyrs living in hardship.
"Chen Xinjuan," Lu Ming quietly noted the name.
"Let's not talk about this anymore," Yang Jitong lowered his voice and said, "Young man, I want to ask you, are you truly the Medical Immortal's master? If it's true, then by seniority, I should call you Grand-Master."
Lu Ming waved his hand, "Although I taught the Medical Immortal some medical skills, I never became his disciple, let alone his Grand-Master. You are of such advanced age, calling me Grand-Master would shorten my lifespan! Old sir, please just call me Xiao Ming from now on."
Yang Jitong was inwardly startled.
The Medical Immortal's medical skills were peerless. Yet this young man claimed to have taught him some medical skills. How profound must his own medical knowledge be?
A flicker of a different look crossed Yang Jitong's eyes. If Lu Ming's medical skills were truly that remarkable, then there was hope for that matter.
Yang Jitong said in a low voice, "Xiao Ming, I'm looking for you today because I need your help to save someone."
Lu Ming frowned slightly, "What kind of important figure requires you to go to such lengths?"
Yang Jitong glanced around, ensuring they were alone, then said, "It's the Mayor of Jinling!"
The Mayor?
That was indeed no small matter.
Lu Ming asked, "Is the Mayor ill?"
Yang Jitong nodded, "The Mayor has contracted a very strange illness. Many doctors have been unable to cure him, and I myself have seen him many times but was powerless. I was planning to invite the Medical Immortal to take a look, but I haven't been able to contact him. Now, the Mayor's condition is deteriorating daily and is life-threatening."
The Mayor was the brain of Jinling. If anything happened to him, it would inevitably affect the entire city's fortunes.
No wonder Yang Jitong considered this a matter of great importance to Jinling's lifeline.
Lu Ming nodded, "Alright, I can go and examine the Mayor."
Yang Jitong was overjoyed, "Then I'll contact the Mayor later and arrange a time for you to visit his residence."
As the two were chatting,
Suddenly, a gruff voice was heard from not far away.
"Damn it, this food is so spicy, how can anyone eat it?"
Immediately after, a loud, crisp slap echoed through the entire first-floor hall, followed by the sound of a woman crying.
Yang Jitong and Lu Ming turned their heads simultaneously.
They saw the waitress, Chen Xinjuan, sitting on the ground, clutching her face, weeping.
In front of her sat a table of burly men, all looking fierce and powerful.
One of them, a red-haired strongman, pointed at the table full of dishes and roared, "What kind of cooking is this? You've put so much chili, do you want to spice me to death?"
Chen Xinjuan said aggrievedly, "Sir, your menu clearly indicated 'very spicy'."
The red-haired man glanced at it and indeed, it was marked 'very spicy'. He probably just clicked it by mistake.
But why would he admit he was wrong?
The red-haired man stood up, stepped on Chen Xinjuan's wrist, and said coldly, "Are you implying that I'm mistaken?"
Chen Xinjuan repeatedly shook her head, "I wouldn't dare."
The red-haired man suddenly applied force, twisting Chen Xinjuan's wrist until it deformed.
He roared, "Do you want me to apologize to you?"
Chen Xinjuan cried out in pain, "No, I'm not asking you to apologize. It's my fault. I'll immediately bring you a new table of dishes. Sir, my hand hurts so much, please spare me."
"Peh!!!"
The red-haired man spat at her and cursed, "You cheap bitch, wouldn't it have been easier if you admitted your mistake earlier? You had to force me to hit you before you realized you were wrong. Why are you so wretched?"
Everyone in the restaurant watched the red-haired man with anger, but no one dared to intervene, simply because they saw the two golden dragons embroidered on his uniform.
They were Heavenly Dragon people!
A symbol of power and status.
A murderous intent flashed in Lu Ming's eyes. He put down his chopsticks and stood up, ready to stop the atrocity. However, Yang Jitong grabbed him and shook his head at Lu Ming, saying, "Don't get involved with Heavenly Dragon matters."