Chapter 98: The Feng Shui Arrangement

"Go on, let me hear it." Lu Feng was curious to hear what good ideas Su Daoan had come up with.

"In fact, Yun'an is qualified to operate an outpatient clinic and can accept patients seeking medical treatment. That's why I didn't stop you from treating patients at Yun'an," Su Daoan paused, then continued, "So, I plan to set up a separate outpatient clinic for you. From now on, those clients who come to Yun'an for beauty treatments or weight loss won't be sent to you anymore."

"That works for me. I'm quite tired of those women who don't like exercising but still want to lose weight," Lu Feng replied, quite satisfied with Su Daoan's plan.

"Since you agree, let's put this into practice as soon as possible. Tomorrow, I'll have someone prepare a new consultation room for you at Yun'an. Clients seeking beauty treatments or weight loss won't be referred to you anymore; instead, I'll bring in some patients who genuinely need traditional Chinese medicine," Su Daoan said.

"Fine, just handle it as you see fit," Lu Feng nodded in agreement.

In truth, Su Daoan also possessed the same benevolent heart as all the people of Yunshan, always wanting to help those in need, though he often felt powerless to do so.

In the past, Yun'an didn't accept patients—not because it lacked the proper qualifications, but because it couldn't retain famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Yun'an couldn't offer doctors a platform for career advancement; those capable of earning professional titles would naturally choose to work in hospitals.

But now, with Lu Feng overseeing things and the recent successful treatment of the Zhou family's patriarch, Su Daoan was filled with new confidence and resolved to steer Yun'an more towards medical practice.

He'd already made plans to introduce more patients like Elder Zhou to Lu Feng in the future. Making money wasn't his primary goal—connections were the key.

As long as the patients were healed, he would be their savior, and such relationships couldn't be bought with money or banquets.

...

After discussing the outpatient clinic, dinner had come to an end as well.

Su Daoan pulled Lu Feng into the study to ask about the matter of the assassin.

With Su Muqing present earlier, Su Daoan hadn't wanted his headstrong youngest daughter to know about assassins, so he hadn’t brought it up then.

"This assassin wasn't the same as the last one. Why does it feel like there are more and more assassins coming after you?" Su Daoan asked with a worried frown.

He didn't know that Xia Yubing was actually the first assassin, so it seemed to him as if numerous killers were eyeing Lu Feng.

Lu Feng had no intention of telling Su Daoan that Xia Yubing was an assassin. "The first assassin failed, that's why a second one appeared."

"So, does that mean there could be a third?" Su Daoan asked.

"Not in the short term," Lu Feng replied.

He'd asked Xia Yubing about this. According to her, every time a hired assassin failed, the organization would raise the target's level. The higher the level, the more difficult—and expensive—the job became. Xia Yubing estimated that fifty thousand was far from enough now; unless the employer increased the price, no new killers would be sent.

Su Daoan thought for a moment and said, "That foreigner has already been handed over to the police. I also tipped off a leader at the municipal bureau, mentioning that he was an international assassin, hoping to attract their attention."

The reason Lu Feng agreed to send the foreign assassin to the police was because the man was now worthless. Everything he knew, Xia Yubing already knew; what she didn’t know, he couldn’t possibly know either. Moreover, once an assassin was exposed, the organization would never use him again—he might even be targeted for elimination himself.

...

After talking things over with Su Daoan, Lu Feng went to the kitchen, made a bowl of rice soaked in meat broth, and took it out to feed Qilin.

Qilin had its own spacious kennel in the villa’s yard, but at night, it always liked to sneak into the house.

When Lu Feng watched TV, Qilin would lie at his feet, staring at the screen, though who knew if it understood any of it; in any case, it kept its eyes fixed on the TV.

Whenever something funny happened on television, Su Muqing would burst out laughing, nearly falling over, and Qilin would respond with a couple of sharp barks.

Su Muqing would glare at the dog and say, "What are you barking at? Do you object to me laughing?"

Then the two would start arguing, but it always ended with Su Muqing winning by bribing Qilin with a stick of sausage.

Lu Feng placed the dish of rice and meat broth before Qilin, who immediately lowered its head and began lapping it up with its big tongue.

Patting its fur, Lu Feng said, "There’s no freedom here like on the mountain, is there? Do you ever miss the old man? Probably not—he’s so stern and fierce, what’s there to miss?"

The big dog just kept eating, occasionally picking out a meat bone from the rice to gnaw on.

Once Lu Feng saw Qilin finish eating, he stood up and walked into the house.

Qilin licked the plate clean in a flash and bounded after him.

...

On the weekend, Zhou Fuqu held a barbecue party at the family’s country estate, inviting only young people.

This had been arranged in advance, and aside from the barbecue, there were other matters to attend to.

Lu Feng was naturally invited. The Zhou family had planned to send a car to pick him up, but he thought it better for Assistant Chen to drive him instead.

Since Lu Feng officially began practicing medicine at Yun'an, Assistant Chen had shifted from being Su Daoan's assistant to Lu Feng's. It seemed like a demotion—from chairman's assistant to traditional medicine consultant’s assistant—but Assistant Chen appeared quite pleased. Lu Feng guessed his salary must have increased, and by a good margin.

The country estate gathering would last two days, starting Saturday afternoon, with everyone staying overnight.

Early in the morning, Zhou Zhengqian accompanied Elder Zhou back to the estate.

The Zhou family's country estate was actually Elder Zhou's residence and was seldom visited by others.

By noon, Assistant Chen drove Lu Feng to the estate.

When they arrived, it was past two o'clock, and several of Zhou Fuqu’s girlfriends and friends had already arrived.

After a quick round of greetings, Zhou Fuqu led Lu Feng to meet Zhou Zhengqian and Elder Zhou.

Lu Feng was here on serious business. Elder Zhou had first fallen ill at this very estate, so there was bound to be something here that could cause illness.

"Dr. Lu, you must be tired from your journey—have a cup of tea and rest," Zhou Zhengqian said, instructing a servant to brew some fine white tea.

Lu Feng took a sip and replied, "It really wasn’t that far, just about twenty kilometers."

"I’ve heard that you’re a descendant of the King of Medicine, not only skilled in medicine but also versed in Daoist studies. What do you think of this estate?" Zhou Zhengqian asked with a smile.

Lu Feng had once told Li Guhe that the ancestor of Yunshan was Sun Simiao; it wasn’t much of a secret, and the Zhou family had no trouble finding out.

"It’s quite nice, nestled by the mountains and water. However, places with good feng shui were often chosen as burial grounds in the past," Lu Feng replied.

In fact, feng shui and physiognomy distinguish between yin and yang dwellings, but the two share some similarities.

"There's no need to worry about that. When this place was built, the foundations were dug deep—there's no chance of such a mishap," Zhou Zhengqian explained.

"That's good. I'm just a doctor, and although I know a bit of Daoist lore, I don't want to get involved with anything unclean," Lu Feng said.

"Of course," Zhou Zhengqian agreed. "If there really is something of that sort, I'll call for a feng shui master." Although he said that, true experts in feng shui were rare these days; most were charlatans with only a superficial knowledge, out to swindle money.

Generally, except in cases where someone has deliberately set up a malicious arrangement, the actual impact of good or bad feng shui isn’t particularly serious—it's more a matter of psychological comfort.