Chapter 15 Live Singing

No one believed that Lu Feng could cure Mr. Wu's illness, but everyone present was highly educated elites who would not look down on Lu Feng just because of his youth. "Miss Liu, it was also him who saved Miss Liu Ruyi. No one in the entire hospital could have treated her. He is truly skilled." "Qingping, I called you here today just to have a meal and a drink. Let's not talk about my illness. Here, let's have a drink." Mr. Wu raised his glass. Everyone present also raised their glasses, keeping the rim of the glass low as a sign of respect. Zhao Qingping did not insist and raised his glass to drink with Mr. Wu. Lu Feng remained silent on the side, quietly observing Mr. Wu's condition. "Young man, I know you must be busy too. If you have something to attend to, go ahead. We two old men can continue drinking." Mr. Wu had already politely hinted for Lu Feng to leave, clearly not wanting him to examine his illness. Even the renowned representative of the Red City Chinese Medicine, Cui Zhijia, was powerless. What could a young man like Lu Feng do? "I'm not busy, I can wait a little longer," Lu Feng said with a smile. Mr. Wu was slightly taken aback. Could it be that he really couldn't tell that Mr. Wu wanted him to leave? "Are you trying to get to know me? And then go out and boast to others using my name?" Mr. Wu was clearly a bit displeased. There are too many people in this city who want to get to know him, and there are quite a few who use his reputation to deceive others. "No, I'm just waiting for you to act up." Lu Feng said calmly. "Nonsense." One of Wu's old guards scolded, already preparing to attack. Wu, on the other hand, waved his hand. He had seen many young people talk big, but someone as bold as Lu Feng was a first for him. "Do you think I won't do anything to you as long as Zhao Qingping is here, huh?" "No, judging by Mr. Wu's appearance, it seems to be a stubborn leg disease. Bone disease." "You can tell?" Mr. Wu seemed to be a little intrigued, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. These young people were usually too respectful towards him, so he couldn't tease them. But Lu Feng, who didn't even know him, was different. His leg had a stubborn disease, a well-known condition. It wasn't a secret, just something that anyone could find out with a little inquiry. "Yes, I can tell. And I predict that Mr. Wu will have a relapse after two more drinks. So I'll wait." Lu Feng said seriously. "You're getting more and more audacious." Finally, one of the young men couldn't take it anymore. "It's okay, I haven't been this happy in a long time. Come on, young man, I'll let you see. Let's start with the first drink." Mr. Wu didn't mind at all, smiling as he raised the first glass and downed it in one go. After finishing the first drink, he immediately moved on to the second one, teasing the young man in front of him, which was quite amusing. It was like a little show to entertain himself with the alcohol. "Wu Lao, your health is not very good, you shouldn't drink like this," someone advised. "Today, let this young man liven up the atmosphere for us. If I can drink this glass without my leg acting up, what do you say?" "If you don't get sick, then you tell me what to do, and I'll do it." "Alright, alright. Then sing us a song, dance a bit to liven up the mood, won't be too hard on you, right?" "Not a problem." "Sing us a song 'Itchy', and dance to the rhythm of the song, make it charming and seductive." Since the old man wanted to play, the others naturally cooperated enthusiastically. It was amusing to think of a young man showing off in front of them. "Should we give this guy a steel pole to accompany him?" Zhao Jingping's face looked a bit unpleasant. Regardless, Landwind was invited by him, and being teased like this, he couldn't bear it in his heart. He believed that Landwind had the ability to see through the old man's condition, but no one could really tell when he would get sick. This time, Landwind was really exaggerating. Young people, still too young. "Then it's settled." Old man Wu seemed very happy. Accustomed to being serious in front of these elders, it was rare that his mood was good today. It was quite exciting to anticipate a big man dancing with a steel pole in front of them. "Landwind, maybe it's better to forget about it," Zhao Qingping said with a serious tone. "You didn't see how happy Mr. Wu was? Just have some fun." "I... Mr. Wu's illness..." "Ah, Qingping, it's normal for young people to experience setbacks with their hot blood." Mr. Wu interrupted Zhao Qingping. As they chatted, someone kindly brought a steel pipe and placed it conspicuously on the table edge, everyone eager to see Lu Feng's performance. It made their dining and drinking less dull. Mr. Wu laughed heartily, indeed very happy. He picked up a second glass of wine and drank it all in one go. Then, he patted his leg and said with a smile, "Let me see your singing and dancing." "I told you, it's just a pretense. It's really exhausting for people these days to try to please the old man." "I've seen all kinds of dances in the bar. Today, watching a man's charm will definitely be different." "Start your performance." Lu Feng just smiled faintly and asked indifferently, "Is your leg really not hurting?" As soon as he spoke, Mr. Wu's face immediately turned ugly. He instinctively touched his left leg, and I could clearly feel something stirring inside his bones, as if it was about to penetrate out, the damn pain coming unexpectedly. In just a few seconds, he was sweating profusely from the pain. The people present were all shocked. They had seen Mr. Wu's stubborn illness before, and even the old man who had faced life and death on the battlefield would be in agony. Over the years, he has consulted countless Western and Chinese doctors, but not only has he not been cured, but even relief is difficult. "Blame your damn jinx, we won't let you off," someone gritted their teeth. "I really want to strangle him now." Lu Feng's face also looked a bit ugly, not because of the reprimands of these people, but because Mr. Wu's condition was more serious than he had imagined. When he got up and walked over, Lu Feng was pushed away by someone, and almost simultaneously, everyone looked at him fiercely. "Mr. Wu's chronic illness has been going on for twenty or thirty years. It's not easy to completely cure it, but there are ways." "If you keep bragging, I'll punch you in the head." "Do you want him to suffer like this forever, or do you want me to try?" Lu Feng remained calm and composed. "You better get out of here, or I'm afraid I won't be able to control my anger." The young man glared. "Let him come over." Mr. Wu weakly waved his hand. Just as he finished speaking, Mr. Wu slumped in his chair, silent.