I am really not a medical immortal.

"Ding ding ding..." Just then, Cheng Tianxue's phone suddenly rang.

Cheng Tianxue frowned, pulled out a bright orange latest model iPhone, and wondered, "Why is Sister Zhou calling me at this time?"

She answered the call.

The urgent voice of the nanny, Sister Zhou, came through the phone, "Miss, there's been an accident, Mr. Cheng has fainted again."

"What? What did you say? My grandfather has fainted again?" Cheng Tianxue exclaimed in shock.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Tianxue rushed towards her Porsche 911 sports car.

In her haste, she was wearing high heels; her foot twisted, she cried out, and her body fell toward the ground.

Just as she was about to hit the ground, Zhang Xiaohao stepped forward, already by her side, and lifted her by the waist, saying, "Don't panic, I'm here for you."

He placed her in the passenger seat, while Zhang Xiaohao sat in the driver's seat.

"Do you know how to drive?" Cheng Tianxue asked.

"Trust me!" Zhang Xiaohao replied with a warm smile that held a convincing charm. Seeing his smile, Cheng Tian's already panicked heart suddenly calmed down.

"Sit tight!" he said, and gently fastened her seatbelt. He started the car, and the fiery red Porsche 911 roared to life, leaving a trail of black smoke as it sped onto the highway.

"Ah..." In an instant, the car's speed had reached 150 horsepower, and Cheng Tianxue screamed in alarm.

Zhang Xiaohao, as if he hadn't heard, concentrated intensely, driving the Porsche 911 through the traffic on the avenue, gracefully and precisely like a cheetah in its agility.

Watching his earnest demeanor, Cheng Tianxue secretly thought to herself that he didn't seem so annoying after all...

Fifteen minutes later.

The Porsche 911 pulled up to a luxurious villa and stopped at the entrance.

As soon as the car came to a halt, Cheng Tianxue flung open the door and dashed up, running towards the villa.

"Sister Zhou, how is my grandfather?" As soon as she entered the villa, Cheng Tianxue hurriedly called out.

"Hm? What are you doing here?" After speaking, Cheng Tianxue coldly looked at a young man sitting on the sofa, her eyes filled with a trace of disgust.

The young man was Zhou Pengfei, the general manager of Lanling Venture Capital Co., Ltd, who fancied her and had been desperately pursuing her.

"Tianxue, I called you and you didn't answer, so I came to your house looking for you. I happened to encounter Mr. Cheng fainting, so I stayed. I also summoned Divine Doctor Mo! Right now, Divine Doctor Mo is treating Mr. Cheng in the room," Zhou Pengfei said gracefully.

In the depths of his eyes flashed a barely perceptible chill.

"Are you telling the truth? Did you really manage to summon Divine Doctor Mo?" Cheng Tianxue's eyes lit up as she asked excitedly.

Divine Doctor Mo was no ordinary person; in the medical circles of Nanhua City, he had a huge reputation and was nicknamed "King Yan." No matter how serious the injury, as long as Divine Doctor Mo was willing to intervene, he could snatch back a life from the hands of King Yan himself.

"Mm, it took a lot of effort, but I managed to bring Divine Doctor Mo here," Zhou Pengfei paused, then continued, "Tianxue, I like you, I like everything about you. Your affairs are my affairs. As long as Mr. Cheng can be cured, no matter the cost, I am willing to pay it."

Zhou Pengfei was a man with a prestigious family background, good upbringing, and a rising star among his generation, but to Cheng Tianxue, he seemed too affected! Everything about him was too perfect, creating an illusion like flowers in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water.

Cheng Tianxue's brows furrowed slightly, and she was just about to politely decline.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaohao walked in from outside, sneered at Zhou Pengfei, and said, "A toad lusting after a swan's flesh! Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself. Xue'er is now my woman, and you'd better listen well. No matter who you are or what status you have, from now on, keep your distance from Xue'er, or you'll die a miserable death."

"Who is Tianxue to her?" Zhou Pengfei's face maintained its gentle expression, but a flash of ferocity flickered in the corner of his eyes. He thought coldly to himself, "Country bumpkin, just you wait. Dare to compete with me for a woman, and you'll regret being born into this world!"

"He is my..."

Before Cheng Tianxue could finish her words, Zhang Xiaohao cut her off with a simple and domineering interruption, took a step forward, wrapped her in his arms, and provocatively said, "She's my wife, we've already registered our marriage. Give up, pretty boy!"

"No! No, that can't be! You must be lying to me, Tianxue, tell me this isn't true," Zhou Pengfei exclaimed, agitated.

Cheng Tianxue pushed Zhang Xiaohao away, gave him a cold look, and warned, "Zhang Xiaohao, you'd better behave yourself!"

After speaking, Cheng Tianxue, with an apologetic tone, said, "I'm sorry! What he said is true. I am now his lawful wife, and we registered our marriage this morning."

Boom!

That sentence struck like a bolt from the blue, hitting Zhou Pengfei hard, his body shook, but he quickly regained composure.

Continuing to wear a gentle smile on his face, he said, "Tianxue, congratulations on finding the true love of your life!"

With that, Zhou Pengfei walked towards Zhang Xiaohao with a smile, extended a hand, and said, "My name is Zhou Pengfei, pleased to meet you!"

"Sorry! I'm not pleased to meet you," Zhang Xiaohao reached out his right hand.

"Haha, Brother Zhang, you really have a sense of humor," Zhou Pengfei laughed awkwardly, his eyes flashing with colder light, but he hid it perfectly, sneering in his heart, "You little beast dare to covet the woman I've set my eyes on! I'll make sure you embarrass yourself in front of Cheng Tianxue, this wench."

Afterward, Zhou Pengfei's palm suddenly tightened, gripping towards Zhang Xiaohao's hand.

"Pretty boy, I was just looking for an opportunity to deal with you! Since you've come to me asking for it, I will fulfill your wish!" Feeling the weak force from the other's hand, Zhang Xiaohao sneered internally.

To dare compete in strength with him was simply like an old immortal seeking a dead end by hanging himself.

With a sudden exertion of force, a tremendous strength burst forth from his palm, crushing Zhou Pengfei's hand like an elephant.

Ah...

The pain in the hand was as if gripped by a pair of pincers, excruciating down to the bone, causing Zhou Pengfei to immediately scream out in agony, veins bulging on his face, as he kneeled down in front of Zhang Xiaohao, bending forward.

"Oh! Pretty boy, what's the matter? Is it just a handshake? Do you really need to kneel down to me? Besides, it's not New Year's; even if you kneel, I don't have any lucky money for you!" Zhang Xiaohao said earnestly.

"Zhang Xiaohao, what are you doing? Let go of Mr. Zhou this instant!" Seeing this, Cheng Tianxue quickly spoke up and scolded.

Although she disliked Zhou Pengfei, after all, he brought Divine Doctor Mo to them. Even if not for the monk's sake, she had to respect the Buddha and leave him some face.

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