"If you’re capable, make the Fan Family lift the blockade order first and let Ancient Medicine come back,"
Ling Quan’s expression was icy cold.
He had long found Ling Zhonglou distasteful.
However, he wouldn’t be as impulsive as Ling Dongqing.
This time, the Elders Council had personally handed over the position of head of the family to him.
He could finally kick Ling Zhonglou out, and he even had to thank the Fan Family for it.
Ling Zhonglou sneered, "Who says Ancient Medicine can’t come back? What I’m saying is, I’ve just signed contracts with fifty freelance physicians."
"Chonglou," the one who spoke was the Great Elder, his brow furrowed, "Don’t act on impulse, if you said five, we might believe you."
Fifty?
How could that be possible?
"Great Elder!"
Exactly at this moment, guards rushed in from outside.
They knelt on one knee, their voices filled with uncontrollable excitement, "Outside, there are dozens of freelance physicians! All of whom want to join the Ling Family!"
That single statement shocked everyone in the meeting room.
Ling Quan was incredulous, "Dozens?"
The Great Elder was dazed for a full half minute before quickly standing up, "Quick, invite them in!"
He took the lead and went out to the front hall to welcome them.
Clenching his teeth, Ling Quan followed and left as well.
It wasn’t until he reached the front hall that he realized Ling Zhonglou wasn’t lying.
There were indeed fifty freelance physicians, not one less.
And on the clothes of these physicians, there were the characters "Foo" and "Heaven."
Foo Family!
Heavenly Medical Sect!
The Great Elder was dizzy and disoriented.
This was the Ancient Medicine the Ling Family was able to hire?!
"Patriarch Ling, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Foo Chen." Foo Chen stepped forward and shook hands with Ling Zhonglou, "I’m not lacking anything except for a comfortable bed to sleep in. Please make sure my bed is soft, so I can sleep well."
Ling Zhonglou replied, "...certainly."
The Great Elder was shocked again, "You, you are Young Master Foo Chen?"
"Yes," Foo Chen said, waving his fan in surprise, "Do I not look like it?"
Jiang Ran looked at the gold chains and sunglasses on Foo Chen, "..."
Not at all.
Moreover, he looked more like a gangster.
Foo Chen waved his hand grandly, "You guys take care of assigning the work, I’m off to rest."
The Great Elder was sweating profusely, unsure of how to respond.
His fingers were trembling with too much excitement.
Ling Quan opened his mouth, "Great Elder, my position as head of the family..."
The Great Elder took several breaths before barely calming down, "Since Chonglou has brought in Ancient Medicine, he will remain as the head of the family."
This time, there was absolutely no possibility of the Ling Family changing its head again.
Ling Zhonglou’s status was now completely solidified.
Although the Great Elder didn’t know how Ling Zhonglou managed to bring in Ancient Medicine from the Foo Family and Heavenly Medical Sect, he needed not to wonder anymore.
Ling Zhonglou signaled to Jiang Ran with his eyes.
Jiang Ran followed Foo Chen to show him to his room.
Foo Chen closed his fan, "By the way, where’s Miss Ying?"
Jiang Ran remembered, "Oh, Daddy Ying said he was bored, so he went to the Martial Alliance Headquarters to play in the ring."
"..."
**
Elsewhere.
Martial Alliance Headquarters.
Ying Zijin had just finished her last fight.
She didn’t take off her mask, and after registering a fake name at the workbench, she left the arena.
The manager looked at the record on the paper and hissed, "This young lady’s combat power is truly strong; five matches, five consecutive victories."
Female ancient martial artists only made up one-fifth of the males, and their average strength was weaker than that of males.
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