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"Then I won't mince words, among the industries of the Nangong Family you're taking over, there's a research lab that isn't something you can control."

Lowering his eyelids, Ouyang Rong said slowly, "Give it to the Ouyang Family, I will compensate you with funds worth five times the market value."

"A research lab?"

Song Yun frowned slightly and asked, "Can you elaborate on what exactly it mainly researches?"

"Song Yun, knowing too much isn't good for you."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said, "I'm not acquiring this lab for the Ouyang Family, but because some things inside must not leak out into society. Do you understand?"

"Alright... let's do as Uncle Ouyang says."

Song Yun agreed helplessly.

"There's another matter, you need to come with me to Forty-nine City." Ouyang Rong's face became serious as he spoke, "The old man's health isn't very good right now, even Qi Lao from Divine Doctor Hall is at his wit's end."

"Then why are we still eating, let's go!"

Throwing down his chopsticks, Song Yun joked. Of all the big shots he had met to date, Ouyang Shu was the highest in status. If anything were to happen to the old fellow, who would he turn to for help in the future!

Ouyang Rong didn't expect Song Yun's reaction to be so strong. He looked at him with a reassured gaze, appreciating that the old man hadn't favored the wrong person!

Song Yun quickly arranged a flight route using Daxia Airlines and then, along with Ye Qingqing and Chi Lu, followed Ouyang Rong and his group to Forty-nine City.

Upon arriving at the Forty-nine City airport, a row of men in black at the pickup area surrounded Ouyang Rong and his entourage.

Outside the airport, several Hongqi sedans were parked.

Though these cars might not be considered luxury brands internationally, they were essential vehicles for the travels of the bigwigs.

Just the bulletproof glass and nearly twenty-centimeter-thick steel plates alone were enough to handle the vast majority of emergency situations.

They soon arrived at the Ouyang Family's residence, where Ye Qingqing and Chi Lu went to rest in the room Secretary Cheng had arranged for them.

Song Yun, on the other hand, followed Ouyang Rong alone into a study.

Seeing Ouyang Shu again, Song Yun noticed that his back was more hunched than before, and he was concentrating on writing calligraphy.

"Old Master, how's your health?"

Song Yun approached Ouyang Shu's side and naturally took his wrist to take his pulse.

"You lad, I haven't even finished my writing yet!"

Ouyang Shu glared at Ouyang Rong with his beard blowing, scolding, "Did you say something to Xiao Song?"

"Father, I..."

"Get out!"

"Alright then..."

After diagnosing, Song Yun discovered that although the old master's pulse was not as good as before, it was still several times stronger than that of any other person of the same age. How could there be any trouble!

"Xiao Song, they say you'd rather see a Western doctor smiling than a Chinese medicine practitioner frowning. Is there something wrong with my health... "

Looking up, Song Yun spoke earnestly, "Old Master, your current condition is even better than those undisciplined young people! So, relax, don't worry too much."

"I thought so! It's all those doctors' wild guesses. I know my own body better than anyone else!"

Ouyang Shu said cheerfully, patting Song Yun's hand, "Let's have a good drink tonight, I'll tell you..."

"Hold on, hold on, even though there's nothing wrong with you, you shouldn't drink too much. One drink a week at most, or else it will be too much for you to handle over time!"

"This..." Ouyang Shu, his face flushed and his pride hurt, shouted angrily, "I've worked hard my whole life, what's wrong with wanting to have a drink!"

"Sigh..." Song Yun looked at the old master helplessly, planning to prescribe some mild tonics later.

"Lad, how about this, I'll trade you this piece of calligraphy for a bottle of wine? I won't take advantage of you; this piece, taken to auction, would fetch at least a million!"

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Song Yun lowered his head to look at the calligraphy model, and with just one glance, he felt as if a fierce, militaristic energy was rushing towards him, as if he were facing thousands of troops!

"What do you think, this calligraphy is impressive, isn't it!"

The old man proudly stroked his beard and laughed.

"It is far better than those calligraphers in the market!"

Song Yun became increasingly fascinated with the characters, murmuring to himself, "The strokes are sharp, there is a beauty of 'arriving like thunder and subsiding in anger,' truly a grandmaster's work!"
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"Heh, you..."

Just as Ouyang Shu was about to joke around a bit, he suddenly felt dizzy and had to grab onto the table to avoid falling.

"Old Master, are you alright!"

Song Yun anxiously helped Ouyang Shu to a chair and squatted down to take his pulse again, but the pulse was still steady, as if nothing had happened to the old man!

Strange!

"Little Song, I'll rest for a while. If someone comes looking for me, please greet them on my behalf."

Ouyang Shu leaned back in the chair and slowly closed his eyes.

Song Yun sat on the ground, his fingers on the old man's wrist, monitoring his pulse in real time, hoping to capture the fleeting pulse of an illness.

But after several hours, the old man's breath remained steady.

"Grandpa, look at me..."

A little girl giggled as she pushed the door open, holding a string in her hand, at the other end of which was tethered a beetle.

"Big brother, when did you get here!"

The arriving little girl was precisely Ouyang Shu, who saw her grandfather sleeping and carefully walked up to Song Yun.

"Shu Shu, Grandpa Ouyang is not feeling well right now. Is it alright for you to go outside and play?"

Song Yun said gently as he stroked the little girl's head.

But even this faint sound woke the old man. Ouyang Shu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with indulgence at the sight of his granddaughter.

"Shu Shu, let Grandpa see what you've got there."

"Grandpa, this bug is so strong!" Ouyang Shu proudly lifted the beetle as she spoke.

"Wait!"

Song Yun called out seriously, then stood up to stretch his somewhat numb legs, pacing while pondering that slight possibility!

"Old Master, if your X-rays didn't show any problems, I think there's only one absurd possibility left now!"

"Let's hear it."

Ouyang Shu showed interest given Song Yun's serious expression. He had seen so much in his life, and if it weren't for the need of the Ouyang Family to have him there, he would rather have gone to join his fallen comrades sooner.

"Gu!"

"Gu???" The old man's eyes flashed with a hint of brightness as he asked, "Is it that thing that's been passed down in the Southern Borders?"

"Yes, we can verify it very soon!"

Song Yun stepped outside and called Ouyang Rong in, instructing him to fetch the required herbs from the Divine Doctor Hall.

In less than half an hour, everything Song Yun needed was prepared.

He crushed the dozen or so herbs and ignited them in a small copper basin.

"Old Master, breathe deeply, inhale all this smoke!"

Ouyang Rong wanted to intervene, but seeing his father seriously following Song Yun's instructions, he knew that problems must have arisen during his absence!

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