Strongest Medical Saint-Chapter 210: The Secret of One’s Birth

Yin Xiaoyue, though not born into a prominent family in Wuzhou, came from a household with some wealth in the city. She was a local TV host in Wuzhou and just happened to know the vice president of a hospital there.

Under Yin Xiaoyue’s arrangement, Cheng Ruyun immediately underwent a checkup, and the test results came out right away.

Looking at the medical report in her hands, Cheng Ruyun’s face turned pale. It clearly stated that there was indeed a small lump in her stomach, which was almost certainly a tumor.

After a long silence, Yin Xiaoyue finally said, "You little devil, brace yourself. It’s just a small lump. A surgery will take care of it, so don’t look so worried. Drop all your work right now. Do you want to go back to Tianhai for the surgery, or do you prefer to have it here in Wuzhou?"

Cheng Ruyun shook her head and replied, "The company is at a critical stage right now. I’ve just sealed a deal in Hong Kong Island, and the company can’t function without me."

After finishing her words, she fell into deep thought. The little man on the plane had told the truth! It was simply unbelievable.

Seeing Cheng Ruyun shake her head, Yin Xiaoyue said, "You little devil, which is more important, your work or your life? Now is not the time to be stubborn. You must have the surgery immediately."

Cheng Ruyun’s complexion had recovered. Having weathered many storms, the strong businesswoman said, "Now do you believe what I said? The young man on the plane mentioned he could cure my illness. Given the miraculous effect of the blood he spat out, I’m certain he has a way to heal me without surgery. I’ll choose conservative treatment for now; my condition isn’t very serious. If I can’t find him within ten days, I will undergo the surgery immediately."

Yin Xiaoyue had no power over her willful best friend, and she was well aware of the burden Cheng Ruyun carried. She said, "I’ll call the airline now to find out more about this young man you mentioned."

Her curiosity about Shen Feng had peaked. What kind of person could possess such abilities?

Since she had contacts at the airline, it didn’t take long for her to learn the name of the young man Cheng Ruyun had spoken of: Shen Feng. With this key piece of information, it would be much easier to continue the investigation.

Phone call after phone call relentlessly went out.

Several hours later.

Yin Xiaoyue had learned more about Shen Feng.

However, much of the information had been sealed off by the powerful families of Wuzhou. What she could gather was limited to Shen Feng’s past schooling in Wuzhou and that he came from the mountainous region, traces he left during his time in the city. As for what happened at the university, naturally, Yin Xiaoyue couldn’t find out in such a short time.

She also failed to discover Shen Feng’s current residence in Wuzhou. The major families there were not to be trifled with. All traces that needed to be erased had been wiped clean.

The information was unremarkable. Looking at a photo in her phone, an image of Shen Feng from his high school years, Yin Xiaoyue said, "You little devil, are you sure it’s him? Such an ordinary-looking person is unlikely to have any special abilities, right?"

But Cheng Ruyun was exceptionally firm in her response, "It’s him. I won’t mistake him, and there must be something about him that you couldn’t find out."

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While Yin Xiaoyue was busily making phone calls to gather information,

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Shen Feng had already returned to his villa in Splendid Garden.

When he got home, Shen Anmin and Zhang Xuezheng were naturally very happy.

Zhang Xuezheng was preparing to cook a meal for her son. Shen Feng headed upstairs. After seeing her son go up,

Zhang Xuezheng, who had come out from the kitchen, whispered, "I’ve been feeling uneasy these past few days. Now that our son is becoming more and more successful, do you think those people will come looking for him? What if they take Feng away?"

Shen Anmin consoled her, "Don’t let your imagination run wild. Do you still not know what kind of person Feng is? Actually, I think it’s about time we told Feng some things. The child has grown up, and we should be honest with him."

"Besides, so many years have passed, it’s unlikely they could find us here. Even if Feng’s biological parents saw him in person, they probably wouldn’t recognize him."

Zhang Xuezheng whispered, "I’ll think it over some more."

While speaking, she went back into the kitchen to continue cooking.

After Shen Feng walked downstairs, he of course hadn’t eavesdropped on his parents’ conversation, so he was unaware of the worries in his mother Zhang Xuezheng’s mind.

When Shen Feng had reunited with Zhang Xuezheng before, he had learned that he was not their biological son, as he did not feel a blood connection with them.

Nevertheless, in his eyes, his parents were only Zhang Xuezheng and Shen Anmin, no matter how rich or poor his biological parents were, it had nothing to do with him.

Dish after dish that Shen Feng used to love the most was brought out from the kitchen. Zhang Xuezheng smiled and said, "Feng, take a seat! Today, just the three of us will have a couple of drinks. I’ll go get three glasses."

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Zhang Xuezheng took out three glasses and a bottle of liquor. After pouring the liquor into the glasses, she sat down slowly, looking kindly at Shen Feng and said, "Feng, in the blink of an eye you’ve grown up so much. I am truly happy for your achievements.

With that, she took a sip from the glass. The liquor was strong and burned her throat,

Shen Feng remembered his mother didn’t drink. He asked, "Mom, do you have something you want to say?"

Alcohol emboldens the spirit, and it was only when Zhang Xuezheng was drunk that she could reveal the truth.

For her, a non-drinker, even a sip turned her face slightly red. She said, "Feng, there are some things we’ve been hiding from you until now. I hope you won’t blame us."

Seeing that Zhang Xuezheng had paused and couldn’t continue, Shen Anmin knew his wife couldn’t carry on: "Let me say it then!"

But as soon as Shen Anmin tried to speak, he felt like there was a fishbone stuck in his throat, he downed the liquor in his glass in one gulp.

At last, feeling able to voice his thoughts, he said, "Feng, what I’m about to tell you may be hard to accept right away, but you should know that actually, actually your biological parents are someone else."

As he spoke,

Shen Anmin’s eyes narrowed as he fell into his memories. He continued, "I remember clearly, it was a winter, six years after your mom and I got married, yet we still hadn’t had a child."

"That day, there was a frantic knock at the door. When I went out to answer it, there was no one, just a basket on the ground, and in that basket was a baby—you."

"Aside from being wrapped in thick clothes, you had no other possessions on you. There was a character "Shen" at the bottom of the basket, and my surname also happened to be Shen. It was cold and windy outside."

"Your mom and I thought you were a gift from heaven, so we named you Shen Feng."