"Immortal Orange Wine? Never heard of this wine..."

Old Ding had tasted too many kinds of wine in his lifetime, but this name was unheard of.

"Grandpa Ding, this wine is Qin Yang's own brew, different from ordinary wines. Drinking it can enhance bodily functions and prolong life."

Ruan Xinxue said with a smile.

"Really?"

A trace of joy appeared in Old Ding's eyes, did this mean he could drink this wine without any worries?

"Indeed, drinking it regularly can prolong life."

Qin Yang nodded and said.

"Can drinking wine really prolong life?"

The middle-aged doctor mumbled quietly. Though he admitted the aroma of the wine was very pleasant, he still wouldn't allow the old commander to drink.

"Little miracle doctor, can I also drink this wine?"

Old Ruan pointed to the bottle in Qin Yang's hand, with a hint of longing in his eyes, and asked.

Qin Yang smiled and nodded.

"Then what are we waiting for, my old bones are a bit impatient, Xiao Li, get some wine glasses!"

Old Ruan instructed his guard.

Actually, Old Ruan was not a heavy drinker, and seldom drank, especially as he grew older, he could be said to be almost completely abstinent. But the aroma today was too tempting, and he wanted to make an exception to try it. He trusted Qin Yang very much.

The guard acknowledged and brought out a tray from the villa, with a few small silver wine glasses on it. Then he quickly filled the glasses.

The orange-red liquid gently rested in the glasses, releasing its peculiar sweet fragrance more thoroughly, refreshing those who inhaled it.

Old Ding smacked his lips, eagerly wanting to take a sip.

"Haha, I'll have it first, you old folks."

Old Ruan picked up a glass and drank it.

The sweet and mellow wine entered the throat, and a refreshing aroma spread instantly. The sweetness of the orange, the fragrance of the herbs, and a hint of alcohol combined to intoxicate.

"This is truly a fine wine!"

Old Ruan's eyes shone brightly as he sincerely praised.

"Gulp!"

Old Ding stared at Old Ruan, swallowed dryly, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it really that good, professor?"

"Yes, indeed a rare masterpiece."

Old Ruan nodded, smiling.

"Old commander, you can't drink wine; your health is important. I hope you won't make it difficult for us medical staff."

Seeing Old Ding almost losing his soul to the wine, the middle-aged doctor couldn't help but speak.

"Haha, old folks, it seems you don't get a taste. Xiao Tang, Xiao Zhao, you two take a sip."

Old Ruan laughed, telling Tang Aiguo and Zhao Baofeng.

Tang Aiguo and Zhao Baofeng hesitated for a moment. Though they wanted to try the Immortal Orange Wine, weren't they tempting the old commander? But since Old Ruan asked, they had no choice but to drink.

"What are you standing around for? Drink up, you two kids don't have doctors watching over you."

Old Ding glared and joked.

At that moment, the two picked up their glasses and took a sip, their eyes shining.

Tang Aiguo usually enjoyed drinking; Zhao Baofeng only drank one or two glasses during social events. But today, after one glass, they truly wanted another.

A sip brought a refreshing feeling all over the body, leaving a sweet orange aroma in their mouths besides a trace of alcohol.

"How was it?"

Old Ding asked anxiously as he watched them finish their drinks.

"It's delicious!"

Light shone in their eyes as they answered in unison.

"Old commander, this wine is really amazingly good..."

Tang Aiguo stopped midway under the stern gaze of the middle-aged doctor, feeling like he was tempting the old commander to drink.

Zhao Baofeng wasn't fond of drinking, but this wine was truly excellent with a bit of strength. He glanced at Qin Yang with added admiration, thinking the large-scale brewing of this wine would be a hit.

Old Ding smelled the wine, feeling tempted, and seeing others praising it, he felt even worse because he hadn't had a sip.

"No matter, I'll just take a sip."

With this thought, Old Ding reached out.

"Old commander, you can't drink wine."

The middle-aged doctor hurried to persuade.

"What, do I not even have the right to choose what I drink?"

Old Ding's face turned stern as he pretended to scold. He knew the medical staff had his best interests at heart, but the temptation was irresistible.

Seeing they couldn't persuade him, the middle-aged doctor turned to Qin Yang with a fierce look, but Qin Yang ignored it.

"If something happens to the old commander, can you bear the responsibility? Last time, he had a stomach bleed from sneaking a drink."

The middle-aged doctor said to Qin Yang in a deep voice, seemingly unaware of the consequences if anything happened to the old commander.

"My wine doesn't cause stomach bleeding."

Qin Yang glanced at the middle-aged doctor calmly.

"You..."

The middle-aged doctor fumed inside.

Amidst the dispute, Old Ding already took a glass and drank it all at once.

Old Ding closed his eyes to savor the flavor, then opened them, his old eyes filled with light.

"This is truly top-notch wine. I thought I've had good wines before. Turns out, they were nothing. Didn't expect such a wonderful wine exists."

Old Ding smacked his lips, sighing again and again.

Now, besides the sweet citrus and herbal aromas, a touch of alcohol lingered in his mouth, and his stomach felt warm and cozy, without the usual burning sensation after drinking.

"The jug of wine you mentioned earlier refers to this, doesn't it?"

Old Ding gazed at Qin Yang intently.

"Yes, this Immortal Orange Wine is brewed with precious herbs, and only I can brew it. Drinking more of it only benefits the body, enhancing functions and prolonging life."

Qin Yang nodded and said.

"Hmm."

Old Ding nodded, believing Qin Yang a little more. Then, his old eyes turned to the bottle of Immortal Orange Wine on the table with warmth and glee.

"The remaining wine is mine. Don't fight me for it!"

Old Ding threw a childish tantrum.

"Old folks, you really are domineering."

Old Ruan scolded playfully.

Tang Aiguo smacked his lips, wanting another sip, but he dared not contend with the old commander.

Zhao Baofeng, more discerning, glanced at Qin Yang thinking, the winemaker's right here; make good relations to enjoy this wine later.

"Little miracle doctor, what does 'a meal' you mentioned mean?"

Old Ding asked, already amazed by the Immortal Orange Wine, curious about this 'meal.'

Everyone's eyes turned to Qin Yang, while Ruan Xinxue had her guesses.

"Medicinal dishes."

Qin Yang smiled slightly and said.

He wouldn't have gone to such lengths to prepare for anything else.

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