Tang Xiaofei didn't quite believe that it was Wang Xiaoqiang who had saved her father. After paying the taxi driver, she couldn't help but ask him, "Driver, excuse me, was it that young man who helped treat my father's heart attack just now?"

The driver was an honest person, but like Tang Xiaofei, he also found it hard to believe that Wang Xiaoqiang, dressed like a farmer, had any medical skills. However, he had indeed seen Wang Xiaoqiang pressing his hand on the old man's chest.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "At that time, there was no one else here, so I think it must have been him, but to be sure, you should go back and ask your family elder. He would know best."

Tang Xiaofei frowned, feeling that her question had been pointless. However, as the general manager of a nationally known chain pharmacy, Tang Xiaofei still had considerable composure. She thanked the driver and hurried home, where upon entering, she saw her father on the balcony, comparing vases.

Tang Xiaofei mistakenly thought her father was busy with his flowers and plants again, so without even changing her shoes, she rushed to the balcony, supported her father, and reproached him, "Dad, you've just had an illness, why don't you lie down and rest, and yet you're fussing with these things again!"

"Dad's fine, haha..." Tang Mingyuan put the vase on the ground and pointed at his daughter, saying, "Xiaofei, today Dad is really lucky, I've finally managed to complete the pair of blue and white, blue-ground, cloud dragon straight-neck vases..."

As a daughter, how could she not understand her father's wishes? Hearing this, Tang Xiaofei looked closely at the vase, compared it with the other one her father had photographed, and expressed her relief and surprise, "Wow, Dad, these two vases really do make a pair!"

"Haha, yes, but this, I have to thank Wang Xiaoqiang..." Tang Mingyuan said, standing up and turning his gaze towards Wang Xiaoqiang in the living room, "He sold me this vase, parting with it reluctantly."

"Uh..." Tang Xiaofei's gaze fell on Wang Xiaoqiang again. His dark face and poor-quality clothing made him look like a small-time farmer from the countryside, nothing special at all, which only increased her suspicion. However, although she was filled with doubts, she did not show it outwardly.

Tang Mingyuan walked to the living room and introduced his daughter to Wang Xiaoqiang, and it was only then that Wang Xiaoqiang learned that Tang Xiaofei was the sales general manager of the famous national pharmacy, Hundred Herbs House, in Huagui County.

Right after Old Tang had finished the introduction, Tang Xiaofei quickly took a watermelon out of the refrigerator, cut it open, and offered it to Wang Xiaoqiang and the others.

Wang Xiaoqiang politely tried to decline, but Tang Mingyuan personally picked up two slices of watermelon and handed them to Wang Xiaoqiang and Liu Juyi, saying, "Little Qiang, please don't be polite with me. Not only have you fulfilled my wish, but you've also saved my life. This double kindness, how can I, an old man, ever repay it?"

Seeing this scene, Tang Xiaofei's face revealed an odd smile. In the entire Huagui County, the only person who could get her father to serve food and drinks personally was probably only their deceased grandfather.

If Wang Xiaoqiang acted any more politely, it would seem too pretentious, so he accepted the watermelon and said, "Old Tang, you overstate the matter. It's nothing big; anyone else would have done the same..."

The old man shook his head vigorously, clearly not agreeing with Wang Xiaoqiang's understatement, but he didn't say anything further. Instead, he turned to his daughter and instructed, "Xiaofei, quickly prepare 120,000 yuan, and also, make arrangements for a banquet at Hongbin Restaurant..."

As he spoke, the old man paused and asked Wang Xiaoqiang, "Little Qiang, do you have a bank card?"

Wang Xiaoqiang knew the old man wanted to pay him and was very straightforward in his response, "Yes, it's with the Agricultural Bank."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoqiang took the Agricultural Bank card out of his pocket and placed it on the coffee table.

"Ah, that makes things much easier," the old man said, taking Wang Xiaoqiang's bank card and handing it to his daughter Tang Xiaofei, "Xiaofei, go to the bank now and transfer 120,000 yuan into Little Qiang's card. That's for the vase he sold to your dad..."

"Okay, Dad!" Tang Xiaofei briskly took the card and was about to walk out when she heard her father instructing, "Oh, and call your brother and tell him that tonight Dad has two distinguished guests over and to come and join us..."

"Dad, the County Public Security Bureau has been carrying out a crackdown on public security recently. My brother is very busy; I'm afraid he might not be able to get away..." Tang Xiaofei hesitated.

"He has to make the time. I can't drink, so is Little Qiang supposed to drink alone?"

The old man spoke with irrefutable authority in his voice, brooking no opposition.

At first, when the old man mentioned setting up a banquet, Wang Xiaoqiang guessed he was the intended guest, but since it wasn't explicitly stated, he dared not ask rashly.

Now, seeing that Old Tang really intended to invite him to dine and even have his son accompany them, Wang Xiaoqiang immediately waved his hands and said, "Old Tang, please don't trouble yourself, we have to rush back home tonight. If we're any later we'll miss our ride..."

Before Wang Xiaoqiang could finish speaking, the old man grandly waved his hand and said, "No worries, no worries, after dinner, I'll have someone drive you. If it gets too late, you can stay over, we have plenty of room..."

Wang Xiaoqiang naturally disagreed with staying the night, as he came into the city today with his sister-in-law Liu Juyi. If these relatives didn't return by evening, who knows what the villagers would think? They could be drowned by the sheer amount of spit from the gossip alone.

Of course, he would not agree to Old Tang's offer of a car ride either, it was too much of a fuss, and he felt uncomfortable with it, so without waiting for the elder to finish, Wang Xiaoqiang stood up and said, "Old Tang, we appreciate your kindness, but we really must skip dinner. My sister-in-law and I have to make it back before dark..."

Being as insightful as he was, Old Tang immediately understood the implications. A nephew and his aunt returning too late from the city could inevitably lead to gossip. Realizing this, the old man didn't persist and said to his daughter, "Alright, Fei, cancel the banquet. But when you come back, do bring them some snacks so they can eat on the road..."

Before Tang Mingyuan could finish, Wang Xiaoqiang was already gesturing with his hands, "No, no, please don't trouble yourself with buying anything..."

However, Tang Xiaofei ignored Wang Xiaoqiang's refusal and walked out the door, dropping a sentence as she left, "Dad, I understand."

After Tang Xiaofei left, Old Tang struck up a conversation with Wang Xiaoqiang. With no outsiders present, Old Tang couldn't resist asking the question on his mind, "Little Qiang, have you studied medicine?"

Wang Xiaoqiang anticipated this question, and after a moment of thought, he gave the pre-contrived excuse he had prepared, "I haven't studied medicine, but I have learned a bit of Qigong..."

At this revelation, Liu Juyi was startled. She had her doubts about Wang Xiaoqiang's treatment of Old Tang and was confused, but in such a situation, she couldn't inquire about the truth. Now that Wang Xiaoqiang had brought up "Qigong" as the reason, she was even more astonished.

She had only been married into the Wang family for just over a year and didn't know Wang Xiaoqiang beforehand, so she was unclear about whether he actually knew Qigong or not.

The surprise wasn't limited to Liu Juyi. After hearing Wang Xiaoqiang's words, the old eyes of Tang Mingyuan sparkled with interest. "Little Qiang, you know Qigong? That's not something simple!"

Qigong has a long history in Hua Kingdom, known for its health preservation and disease prevention functions, making it a popular exercise among the elderly. After suffering from a heart condition, Tang Mingyuan had also learned from some Qigong masters but could never get to the crux of it, mastering only the basics.

Now hearing that Wang Xiaoqiang used Qigong for his emergency treatment, he immediately believed in its power to heal.

In reality, Wang Xiaoqiang had no knowledge of Qigong; he was just looking for a reasonable explanation for his own "superpower."

"Ah, Old Tang, let's not discuss this further, I only understand a little superficially!" Seeing the old man's praise, Wang Xiaoqiang felt uneasy inside, lowering his head to feign reluctance to delve deeper, fearing being asked for actual professional knowledge.

Fortunately, the old man didn't ask further, but with a hint of regret, he said, "Little Qiang, will we have a chance to meet again?"

Tang Mingyuan was no fool. Despite Wang Xiaoqiang's constant downplaying of his own abilities, the older man did not believe that Wang Xiaoqiang only had a superficial understanding.

To practice Qigong to a level where it could treat illnesses indicated mastery, and there were only a few Qi Gong Masters in the entire country, let alone ones whose "Qigong" could urgently save someone with a heart condition.

What's more, after the "treatment" Wang Xiaoqiang had administered, he felt much more comfortable, energized, and his spirits were high. The intermittent chest tightness and shortness of breath had disappeared.

Originally, his heart had already undergone a stent placement, but that stent was only enough to sustain his life, not to bring about recovery. Now, like a candle flickering in the wind, its light could go out at any moment. Although he had little hope left, the appearance of Wang Xiaoqiang made him see hope again.

He believed that if Wang Xiaoqiang regularly used "Qigong" to treat him, he could certainly recover.

Wang Xiaoqiang clearly understood Old Tang's intentions and responded, "Old Tang, how could there not be an opportunity? Next time I'm in the county town, I'll come to visit you. I just hope I won't disturb your peace."

At these words, Tang Mingyuan became excited, "No, no, Little Qiang, it's wrong to say such a thing, if you could come, that would be highly requested... Wait a moment..."

As he spoke, the old man went into a bedroom and came back with a piece of paper. He handed it to Wang Xiaoqiang with earnestness, "Little Qiang, this is my phone number, when you come to the county town again, call this number, I'll send a car to pick you up. If you encounter any trouble in the county town, or need help with anything, you can also call this number.

Although I've retired now, I still have some connections in Huagui County..."

Any person who lived in the County Committee Family Courtyard had some clout. Wang Xiaoqiang had just heard Tang Xiaofei mention that Old Tang's son worked at the County Public Security Bureau, so he didn't inquire directly about Tang Mingyuan's previous official position, merely thanking him as he tucked the old man's phone number into his jacket pocket.

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