My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 94 Supreme Glory

Immediately, Xiong Ba asked, "Mr. Yang, what do you think of this arrangement?"

"That’ll do," Yang Qi said nonchalantly. "It wasn’t a big deal to begin with."

Brother Bao let out a long sigh of relief and hurriedly kowtowed. "Mr. Yang, you are magnanimous! From now on, my life is yours. Command me as you wish!"

He was truly terrified. If Yang Qi had decided to pursue the matter, his life might have been forfeit. Fortunately, Yang Qi wasn’t so extreme.

Xiong Ba was also grateful to Yang Qi—after all, Zhang Bao was his most capable fighter, and it would be a huge headache if he were crippled. "Mr. Yang, whenever you wish to dine here, just come straight over. From now on, the best table will always be reserved for you. No one else can take it. You can come anytime you like, no reservation needed!"

Immediately, he called out, "Everyone, listen up! Please ask all the other guests to leave. Today I have a distinguished guest, so their meals are all on the house!"

"Enough," Yang Qi said, shaking his head. "I’m just here for a meal. If you drive everyone away, what does that make me?"

"Yes, yes! Mr. Yang is right!" Xiong Ba said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Alright, we’ve wasted enough time. My parents are hungry," Yang Qi said.

"Mr. Yang, please follow me," Xiong Ba said with an obsequious smile. "This restaurant, Heaven’s Delicacies, has only three private rooms. This one, the Heaven Room, is usually reserved for high-ranking officials and major figures. From now on, it’s for your exclusive use."

This time, Yang Qi didn’t object, leading Ye Fei and his parents into the room. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The Heaven Room was magnificently decorated, leaving Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan filled with trepidation. The decor alone must have cost a fortune. To think we could actually dine in such a high-class place... Yang Qi’s influence is just too vast. Our godson has truly made us proud. He wasn’t discouraged by his fall from grace; in fact, he’s become even more impressive than before.

"Have the kitchen prepare one of every signature dish we have," Xiong Ba instructed a waiter.

"By the way, what would Mr. Yang like to drink?" Xiong Ba asked with a smile. "We have both white liquor and red wine."

Yang Qi replied calmly, "Get my dad a bottle of the best Moutai. He likes white liquor. My mom can’t drink that, so bring some red wine for her. The best you have."

"Right away!" Xiong Ba immediately relayed the order.

This entire exchange left Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan astonished. Xiong Ba truly was at Yang Qi’s beck and call.

Noticing their surprise, Xiong Ba smiled. "Mr. Yang is my savior. I will remember his kindness for the rest of my life! This place is mine, which means it’s also Mr. Yang’s. Please, feel free to come whenever you like. This room will always be reserved for you, and everything will be free of charge."

Free of charge? This place has a per-person cost of over ten thousand, and it’s free? How much money would he be losing? Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan were even more stunned.

Soon, the drinks arrived: a bottle of Moutai worth 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, and a bottle of red wine worth 200,000 yuan.

The two elders stared, wide-eyed and speechless. Even Ye Fei was dumbfounded.

"This is far too extravagant!" Ye Fei said.

"Don’t stand on ceremony. Just think of it as being at home," Yang Qi said with a laugh. "Xiong Ba is my brother!"

Xiong Ba felt more elated than if he had just earned tens of millions of yuan. Brother! Yang Qi’s brother! Incredible! This is the highest honor imaginable!

"Alright, Xiong Ba, you can go attend to your own business now," Yang Qi said with a wave of his hand.

"Then, Mr. Yang and everyone, please take your time. If you need anything, just let the server outside know!" Xiong Ba then excused himself from the room. He closed the door, gave the server outside another thorough reminder, and only then did he depart.

Inside the private room, the atmosphere was a little stiff. Ye Fei’s family was simply overwhelmed, shocked beyond belief. They knew Yang Qi had always been smart and studious, but to see what he had become today still astonished them.

"Don’t just stare. Eat while the food’s hot, or it’ll get cold," Yang Qi said with a smile. "The best days are still ahead. This is just the beginning."

Ye Fei began to relax, but Ye Zuisheng and Zhao Huan were still a little reserved. The entire situation was simply too overwhelming for them. We originally thought Yang Qi was just a bit wealthy, but now it seems there’s much more to the story.

"Godfather, Godmother, do you still see me as your godson?" Yang Qi suddenly asked.

"What a thing to say, child. We’ve always thought of you as our son, just like Ye Fei!" Ye Zuisheng replied.

"In that case, there shouldn’t be a problem with a son showing his parents some filial piety, right?" Yang Qi said with a smile. "If you’re so formal with me, I won’t know how to act. Unless you plan to disown me."

"This boy..." Ye Zuisheng chuckled. "Alright, dear, let’s eat. It’s a token of his feelings."

"Yes, let’s eat!" Zhao Huan no longer held back either.

After a satisfying meal, Xiong Ba arranged for a car to take Yang Qi and the others home. Yang Qi ended up staying at Ye Fei’s house, which was convenient as they could go to the company together the next day.

Yang Qi had been contemplating a plan. He had discovered that every time he treated a patient, not only did his Medical Skills improve, but his Cultivation also advanced significantly. While this method wasn’t as fast as using Elixirs or antiques, its key advantage was its simplicity. Plus, it continuously honed his Medical Skills. Therefore, he planned to open a clinic under the company, specializing in difficult and complex illnesses. It would help his own Cultivation while simultaneously enhancing the reputation of Qifei Group.

Of course, Ye Fei gave him his full support, immediately ordering his people to prepare a storefront and purchase the necessary medicinal materials and equipment.

Just then, a car pulled up in front of the Qifei Group building. Zhao Xiong had arrived.

"City Lord Zhao, what brings you here?" Yang Qi asked calmly.

"I heard you were opening a clinic, Mr. Yang, so I came to offer my congratulations," Zhao Xiong said with a smile. "If there’s anything you need help with, just say the word!"

"Your information travels fast," Yang Qi said with a smile. "How about this? I only treat difficult and complex cases. You could help me by referring some patients."

"No problem!" Zhao Xiong nodded.

"Come, let’s go inside. Since you’ve helped me many times, I’ll give you a consultation, free of charge," Yang Qi said, turning and walking into the clinic.

It was a traditional National Medicine Clinic, with no Western pharmaceuticals in sight—only authentic national remedies.

Zhao Xiong took a seat, and Yang Qi began to take his pulse.

For an ordinary practitioner of National Medicine, mastering pulse diagnosis could take over a decade. But Yang Qi was a Cultivator. He sent a wisp of Spiritual Energy into the other man’s meridians, and in an instant, he knew exactly what was wrong.

"City Lord Zhao, I know you are a diligent administrator, but you mustn’t ruin your body," Yang Qi said. "If your health is destroyed, everything is lost. Kang City would suffer a great loss without you. You’ve been staying up too late. Have you recently been experiencing unexplained dizziness, accompanied by fatigue in your limbs? It’s a classic case of qi and blood deficiency. I’ll write you a prescription to help you recover. But more importantly, you must get proper rest. Otherwise, not even a Daluo Immortal could save you!"

Just as he finished speaking, an angry roar erupted from outside.