I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1370 - 1369: Poison Gas (Fourth Update!)

"I’ll head over later; there’s something I need you to arrange," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Xiaohao, whatever it is, just tell me over the phone. I promise I’ll handle it perfectly!" Fatty Qian replied.

"It’s not something that can be explained clearly over the phone. I’ll tell you once I’m there. I’ll call you when I get to the school," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Alright, Xiaohao, I’ll be waiting for your call," Fatty Qian said.

After hanging up, Zhang Xiaohao put away his phone.

In today’s society, not going to school just won’t work. Without knowledge, you can’t do anything! To succeed, you must have knowledge! Once you miss the best age for schooling, it’s too late to catch up.

Zhang Xiaohao opened a bottle of red wine and poured himself a glass.

The red wine before him could only be considered mediocre, not even average.

Half an hour later.

The room door opened, and the attendant led Nannan and her sister in.

After taking a bath and changing into a new set of clothes, Nannan and Lele looked like entirely different people.

If before they were dressed like gray swans, now they were proud little princesses, their youthful vitality accentuated by their outfits.

"Sir, as per your instructions, everything is ready," the attendant said.

"Hmm, thank you for your effort. You can leave now," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

"Sure! Sir, if you need anything, just call me. I’ll be waiting outside," the attendant replied.

With that, the attendant respectfully left the room.

"Don’t just stand there; come and sit down for dinner," Zhang Xiaohao warmly invited.

"Alright." Nannan and Lele responded and sat down at the table.

Zhang Xiaohao handed them some drinks and poured each of them a glass, picking up a bottle of red wine for himself.

After finishing the meal.

Zhang Xiaohao paid the bill and took Nannan and Lele outside to catch a taxi.

"To Nanhua First Middle School," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.

"Yes, sir," the taxi driver responded, heading towards Nanhua First Middle School.

"Big brother, why are we going to Nanhua First Middle School?" Nannan asked.

"To go to school! Don’t you want to go to school?" Zhang Xiaohao asked with a smile.

"We do! But school costs a lot of money, and my sister and I don’t have money. We don’t want to keep spending your money, big brother. If possible, could you find us a job?" Nannan said sensibly.

"Yes, big brother, you’ve already been so good to us, we don’t want to trouble you any further," Lele said.

"To succeed, you need knowledge! Without knowledge, forget about succeeding; even just walking down the street, people will look down on you!" Zhang Xiaohao said seriously.

"But..."

Before Nannan could finish, Zhang Xiaohao waved his hand to cut her off.

"No buts. Just do what I say! If you really want to repay me, then study hard at school and aim to get into a top university! That would be the best way to thank me," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Okay." Nannan and Lele nodded emphatically.

They kept Zhang Xiaohao’s words in their minds, secretly vowing to study hard and get into a good university in the future, to not let down their big brother’s kindness and life-changing help!

Half an hour later.

The taxi stopped at the school gate.

Zhang Xiaohao paid the fare, and the three of them got out of the car.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to call Fatty Qian, a chubby figure rushed out from the gate, with his jiggling muscles being quite the spectacle.

"Xiaohao, over here!" Seeing Zhang Xiaohao get out of the car, Fatty Qian excitedly waved his hands.

Seconds later, Fatty Qian’s plump figure came to a stop in front of Zhang Xiaohao.

"Old Qian, I haven’t seen you in a while, and you’ve gotten fatter," Zhang Xiaohao joked with a smile.

"It’s all thanks to you, Xiaohao. Everything’s smooth and easy, so naturally, I eat well and sleep well!" Fatty Qian laughed.

"Alright, let’s head in," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"This way, Xiaohao," Fatty Qian led the way.

With that, he led the three of them towards his office.

A few minutes later.

Zhang Xiaohao and his group of three sat down in Fatty Qian’s office.

"Xiaohao, this is top-grade Da Hong Pao from Wu Yi Mountain. I went through a lot to get it; you should try it," Fatty Qian said enthusiastically.

"No need to be formal. We’re old friends, so have a seat," Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.

He raised the teacup and took a sip. To be honest, the taste of this tea could be considered average, not comparable to true Spiritual Tea, but given Fatty Qian’s connections, it was quite a feat to acquire such rare Da Hong Pao.

This gesture was something Zhang Xiaohao appreciated.

"Xiaohao, what brings you here this time? What can I do for you?" Fatty Qian asked.

"Old Qian, this is Nannan, and this is Lele. They’re sisters and have been orphans since childhood. We have a connection. I’ve brought them here for you to mentor. Besides their regular classes, please arrange the best tutors for them. As for accommodations, you handle the arrangements," Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Don’t worry, Xiaohao. I’ll make sure everything is handled beautifully!" Fatty Qian promised, patting his chest.

He was, after all, the principal of the school, and the school was never short of competent and talented teachers. As long as they wanted to improve, Fatty Qian guaranteed they would put in their best effort.

"Alright, I trust you’ll take care of it! There’s a million in this card; use it as needed," Zhang Xiaohao said.

He placed a regular card on the coffee table.

Pulled out a pack of Big Panda cigarettes, took one out, lit it, and tossed the rest to Fatty Qian.

"Ah! Xiaohao, I can’t possibly accept this. Take your money back; I can’t take your money," Fatty Qian exclaimed.

"I’ve given it to you, so take it! Do you think I’m short on money?" Zhang Xiaohao said, a bit irritated.

"If that’s the case, Xiaohao, then I won’t be polite," Fatty Qian said with a chuckle.

He quickly pocketed the card and cigarettes, a Big Panda cigarette dangling from his mouth as he enjoyed it contentedly.

"Hmm? What’s going on with your health?" Suddenly, Zhang Xiaohao frowned.

He had sensed a hint of poison emanating from Fatty Qian.

With mastery of the Shennong Battle Sky Technique, Zhang Xiaohao was highly sensitive to toxins.

"What’s wrong, Xiaohao?" Fatty Qian asked, puzzled.

"Come with me," Zhang Xiaohao beckoned.

He headed toward the inner lounge.

"Alright!" Even though Fatty Qian was confused, he quickly followed.