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Feng Chen knelt in the courtyard with his upper body bare, beside him was a male servant waving a whip.

Dongfang Yuan and Feng Wan sat in the living room and watched the situation outside through the window.

Ever since he was young, every time Feng Chen made a mistake, he would be treated like this, and at the beginning, he would still plead for mercy, but after a long time, she was too lazy to say anymore, for other people's family matters, she was an outsider and could not be bothered to speak of them.

This time, Feng Gong made up his mind. He wanted the servants to whip Feng Chen fifty times more than every time.

The whip landed on Feng Chen's back one after another, leaving behind indistinct wounds.

The sound of the slap was ear-piercing, but it was a pity that Dongfang Yuan and Feng Wan were already used to it, and did not feel that anything was amiss.

"Did he take you out?"

Dongfang Yuan asked softly, still in disbelief.

From the moment she met Feng Chen, she knew that the Feng Family and a young master who could not go out. From her initial confusion, to her current habit, she was actually dissatisfied with Feng Wan going out.

Feng Wan should have been left at home, and should not have gone anywhere.

Nodding his head lightly, Feng Wan was still thinking about the things he saw when he left the room. On the contrary, he felt that there was no point in sitting here, if he could also go out everyday, it would be worth beating him up.

"You want to go out?"

Seeing through his thoughts, Dongfang Yuan felt a little pity for him.

He had been locked up here since he was young, and he was only able to study in a private classroom. He spent his days in luxury, but in reality, he was just a locked up bird.

Feng Wan did not say anything, but he did not deny it either.

Dongfang Yuan stood up and sat a distance away from Feng Wan. She did not plan to bring Feng Wan away.

She originally wanted to leave, but she was a little curious about Zhong Wentao so she could ask him after he was beaten up. Moreover, the two people outside had blocked the way out, so she couldn't leave even if she wanted to.

When he stepped on Feng Chen's blood, it would be even more disgusting.

"You hate me?"

Feng Wan looked to be injured.

Her pitiful appearance was her protection. Just this action alone made Dongfang Yuan regret sitting so far away.

Fortunately the fifty lashes outside had ended, two servants dragged Feng Chen in, planning to send him to his room to rest and wait for the doctor to come treat him.

After so many years, Feng Chen had also trained his entire body, and even after receiving fifty whips, he still had not gotten over it.

The butler quickly called the doctor, but Cheng Yang ordered the Ciji Hall to treat his wound. The butler could only helplessly listen to his orders.

Although Feng Gong was angry and punished Feng Chen, he was still a young master after the punishment.

After receiving the call, Zhong Wentao was indeed surprised.

He had just come out from the hospital, how could Feng Chen be injured at this time?

After hesitating for a while, she still accepted it for Zhang Pengcheng, agreed on a fee for the treatment, and rejected Cheng Yang's offer to send him alone to the Feng Family.

It was already half an hour later when he arrived at the Feng family residence. On the way, he encountered a traffic jam and arrived a bit late.

After being led inside by the butler, they could feel the slight scent of blood. Although it had been removed, it was still faintly lingering.

He frowned and did not speak.

As he walked in, he heard a high-pitched female voice.

"Where is the doctor? "Why don't you invite the doctor who treats me normally to come over and find a doctor for you? How can that be possible?"

"Hurry up and call my doctor. If this goes on, my son will die!"

This woman should be Feng Chen's mother. Her voice was too ear-piercing, causing Zhong Wentao to pause his footsteps for a moment, as if he didn't want to enter.

"Stop dawdling. Madam is already angry!"

The butler spoke coldly, extremely dissatisfied.

Regardless of Zhong Wentao's intentions, she dragged him and walked inside.

In the living room, a gracefully dressed middle-aged woman stood there. Dongfang Yuan's face was slightly ugly, but she was still seated.

The woman's voice was loud, so loud that even Zhong Wentao's and the butler's voice was drowned out by her shouts.

"You're finally here."

Dongfang Yuan was the first to see Zhong Wentao, her face gloomy as she coldly spoke.

She was extremely unsatisfied with Zhong Wentao, as if her son would definitely die if Zhong Wentao was this late.

Under the gazes of these strangers, Zhong Wentao quickly followed the butler upstairs to treat Feng Chen's wounds.

As Feng Chen was in a coma, his entire back was hiding his flesh from the attack, causing even Zhong Wentao to be stunned for a moment.

Luckily he had brought the Gold Sore Medicine with him, otherwise he would not be able to help Feng Chen stop bleeding.

The butler did not leave, but stayed to watch his every move, and wanted to report it to Feng Gong.

Feng Gong was also very curious about this talented Little Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor.

How could Feng Gong not be curious about the person who could beat Feng Chen and bring him there?

30 minutes later, Feng Chen's injuries were healed, he was tired and sweating profusely as he followed the butler to get the money.

The living room became much quieter, Feng Chen's mother did not say anything, and only stared at him.

"Done?"

Feng Wan raised his eyebrow, Feng Wan was actually able to take the initiative to ask a stranger a question, it was truly rare.

"It's not serious, just be careful not to touch the food."

Faithful to his identity, Zhong Wentao calmly opened his mouth and planned to take the money to leave.

It was getting darker outside. It would be difficult to stop a taxi if he left later.

"Butler, thank you."

Feng Chen's mother asked coldly. The butler immediately took out a brown paper envelope and inside the envelope was a thick stack of money.

Zhong Wentao did not move, he did not plan to take the money that did not belong to him.

"Take it. This is from my wife."

The butler opened his mouth wide in disdain, and laughed at Zhong Wentao's foolish actions.

He had prepared it according to instructions. Otherwise, with Zhong Wentao's status, how could he possibly have obtained such a large sum of money?

"Three thousand is enough."

Zhong Wentao carefully calculated the cost of this visit and truthfully said he did not want the extra seven thousand.

"You … "He doesn't know how to appreciate favors!"

The butler frowned as he did not understand how such a foolish person could exist.

Isn't he an idiot to not take the free money?

"Butler, since this Little Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor doesn't want it, then just give him what he wants, and the rest will be yours."

Feng Chen's mother spoke, not minding in the slightest.

"Thank you Madam!"

The butler was overjoyed. Who would have thought that there would be such an advantage?

He glanced at Zhong Wentao with ridicule, hinting that he had missed a great opportunity.

The people from the Feng Clan were all very generous. It was just that it was very rare for them to receive seven thousand yuan in one go.

Zhong Wentao did not mind, he calmly received the three thousand yuan that was his, and carefully counted it before putting it in his pants pocket.

Regarding his actions, Feng Wan looked down on him even more.

Their family's reputation and status were still there, how could they give one less Little Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor for it?

"Have you checked? If there's no mistake, I'll send you away. "

The butler laughed and said with a tone of ridicule.

Zhong Wentao suddenly realized, no matter what identity Bai Shiyun had previously, in terms of status, he was far more professional than the person in front of him.

As the saying goes, one must follow the lord. The Feng family had such a 'servant'.

"Twenty-three dollars less."

After saying that, Zhong Wentao reached out his hand, indicating that he wanted the butler to give it to him.

"What twenty-three dollars?"

The butler did not understand. Looking around, he did not receive any of the money.

"I'm going to call a taxi. The fare is twenty-three dollars."

"Puchi!"

Dongfang Yuan could not hold it in and laughed out loud.

Zhong Wentao didn't even want seven thousand yuan, yet he still needed that 23 yuan?

Feng Wan and Madam Feng's faces were a little ugly. They forced themselves not to get angry, maintaining their family's dignity, but it was a pity that this butler had completely disgraced them.

"I'll send you off."

Dongfang Yuan immediately stood up and spoke, she planned to save the money for the Feng Family.

"No need."

Saying that, Zhong Wentao turned and left, he did not want to get involved with Dongfang Yuan too much.

Wang Zhanhai's warning was still in his heart, and he didn't dare forget it.

Zhang Pengcheng died too miserably, so much so that he did not want to follow Zhang Pengcheng's path of retreat.

The decisive refusal to leave stunned everyone.

The Little Traditional Chinese Medicine Doctor actually rejected the young miss of the Dongfang Family. What's going on?

That Chinese doctor must be crazy! Crazy!

Dongfang Yuan stood in place, her fists clenched, her entire body trembling.

This was the first time she had experienced such a straightforward rejection.

"Xiao Yuan, don't be sad. Men will occasionally meet people who are not interested in beautiful women. This Chinese medicine should be special, don't take it to heart."

Madam Feng's words had even provoked Dongfang Yuan. If this were the Dongfang Family, then it would be fine, but those servants would naturally not dare to speak of it, but if an outsider were to see their face, Dongfang Yuan felt that all of her clothes had been taken off. She could directly push herself out to stand in the crowd.

"Mom."

Feng Wan opened his mouth and warned coldly.

What if Dongfang Yuan even had a grudge with the Feng Family?

Dongfang Yuan was not scary, but Master Dongfang still had his weakness, she could not be careless.

Raising a hand to her lips, Madam Feng knew she made a slip of the tongue. She could only hope that Dongfang Yuan would vent all her anger on Zhong Wentao.

Feng Wan did not speak, he only stared at Dongfang Yuan, and felt that there was some sort of subtle relationship between Zhong Wentao and him.

Outside, the taxi stopped to download Zhong Wentao and he left.

He didn't know that his unintentional actions had deeply provoked Dongfang Yuan, so he only placed the three thousand yuan neatly away, planning to save it in the bank for now.

"Creak!"

After driving a few kilometers, a sudden brake nearly shot Zhong Wentao out of the back row.

His body directly hit the front row of the seats, the pain was clear.

"What's going on?"