Chapter 406: Money Makes You the Boss
Wen Jianan was left speechless by Shuixian’s words. Just as he was about to explain, Ye Ningwan stopped him, "Why waste so many words on her? Yes, I’m naive. My master told me to stay true to myself, and I won’t forget. If Li Qingqing can entice with benefits, I can make them remember their origins. Senior sister, you’re actually of no use now, but I still want you to stay by my side, watching me revive the Holy Doctor Sect, clear the Traditional Chinese Medicine field, and restore its status in the hearts of our people."
"Arrogant," Shuixian sneered disdainfully.
"Whether I’m arrogant or not, you just wait and see," Ye Ningwan smirked.
An hour later, she led everyone inside.
As expected, those people were still hesitating.
Ye Ningwan sneered, "It seems everyone truly can’t figure it out. In that case, I’ll send this out, make it public."
Mr. Chen immediately stood up and pointed at Ye Ningwan, "Ye Ningwan, if you really send these out, it will ruin the entire Traditional Chinese Medicine field. Then, how will you deal with the aftermath?"
"No break, no establishment. If the bad things are ruined, then so be it. I’ll rebuild the rules. If you’re so uncooperative, I might as well destroy it and find people who haven’t forgotten their origins." Ye Ningwan’s attitude was very firm.
Mr. Chen’s face stiffened; Ye Ningwan was prepared to go down with the ship.
However, they couldn’t afford such a break.
Once these issues were exposed, their reputation would undoubtedly suffer, and they might even face legal consequences, restricting their practice of medicine. At that time, it would be impossible to survive in this industry.
"Master Ye, we’ve actually discussed this earlier and fully agree with Master Ye’s ideas. Mr. Chen is getting old and a bit muddled; we hope Master Ye can overlook his rash words out of respect for his age," Zhao Changyuan quickly stepped in to mediate, apologizing to Ye Ningwan.
Others chimed in as well.
They were all testing the waters, to see where Ye Ningwan’s bottom line was.
If they couldn’t cross it, they’d naturally pull back immediately; no one wanted to step on a landmine.
Mr. Chen, seeing everyone’s attitude change, was both furious and embarrassed.
However, this bottom line was also a result of their earlier discussion.
Seeing everyone’s stance now, he could only bow his head in silence.
But Ye Ningwan didn’t let it slide, instead coldly snorted, "I know Mr. Chen is old, but shouldn’t aging lead to more magnanimity? What’s the point of relying on seniority? If being old means you can’t distinguish right from wrong, then there’s no need to remain in this field. Go home, enjoy the rest of your life, or just focus on treating and saving lives to accumulate blessings for yourself."
"What do you mean by this?" Mr. Chen asked in shock.
At this moment, a person walked in from outside.
Mr. Chen asked in surprise, "Wen, why are you here?"
"Dad, you’re getting old. Let me manage the clinic from now on," Chen Wen said.
Mr. Chen was utterly shocked.
Ye Ningwan looked at him and smiled, "Mr. Chen, I’m not unreasonable. Your character and way of doing things, I really can’t agree with. So I privately contacted your son, and our conversations went well—our values align, and we have common plans for the future. So I think having him manage the clinic would be better. What do you think?"
Mr. Chen lowered his head and sighed heavily.
What else could he say?
Being sidelined or removed from the Holy Doctor Sect, becoming infamous in the Traditional Chinese Medicine community—these were outcomes he didn’t want to see.
On the contrary, letting his son take over his business was the best outcome.
How could he possibly refuse?
"Master Ye, I yield to you; I am willing to step down and let someone else take over. From now on, our family clinic will be handled by my son, Wen."
"Mr. Chen, your righteousness is commendable," Zhao Changyuan praised.
Ye Ningwan smiled and turned to the others, "So, what do you think about the suggestion I made earlier?"
They looked at each other.
They had just settled on this matter and were immediately asked to contribute financially—no one wanted to be the first to step up. After all, spending money, no matter how much, is always painful.
"I’ll contribute ten million as an aid fund."
Suddenly, a low and magnetic male voice echoed.
Everyone quickly turned toward the door to see a man in a trench coat, gracefully walking in.
Ye Ningwan raised an eyebrow.
Bai Wenjing and Wen Jianan, also seeing him, revealed meaningful smiles.
Shuixian’s expression twisted in anger, stomping her foot.
This Ye Ningwan, she’s always been this lucky—winning the master’s favor as a child, now easily reviving the Holy Doctor Sect and having such a handsome and wealthy man supporting her.
"Who is this?"
Mr. Chen was puzzled.
Others also showed confused expressions; casually offering ten million, this person was obviously a financial backer.
Just curious to know which one.
"I’m Ye Ningwan’s husband, Zhan Hanjue." Zhan Hanjue took the initiative to reveal his identity and name.
When he said he was Ye Ningwan’s husband, he gave her a meaningful look.
Ye Ningwan smirked, nodded, and said to everyone, "This is my husband, Zhan Hanjue, also the President of the Zhan Group. The ten million he mentioned is not a joke. I’ll entrust this amount to Dean Zhao and Dean Wen for joint safekeeping, but an inspection team will be set up to audit the accounts at any time. So, does anyone else have thoughts to share?"
With ten million on the table, naturally, no one else had objections.
This was, after all, to benefit the public, so everyone was willing to support it.
Shuixian rolled her eyes seeing everyone spontaneously responding.
The issue was resolved so easily.
Shuixian was nearly beside herself with anger and, after everyone had dispersed, angrily told Ye Ningwan, "You’re just lucky, have always been lucky. As a child, the master favored you; grown-up, others help you. I’m not any less capable than you—I just never met someone who’d treat me well."
"Yes, I’m just lucky, senior sister, and your anger won’t change that. After all, not everyone has such luck," Ye Ningwan laughed.
Shuixian became even more enraged.
She felt like she was going to have a heart attack and needed comfort from a man.
Seeing Wen Jianan, she immediately lunged at him.
Putting on a fragile act, she coyly pleaded, "Handsome, my heart hurts. Would you give me a massage?"
Wen Jianan was startled and immediately backed away, bluntly said, "Stay away from me, I have a girlfriend."
Shuixian stomped her foot in anger, "Prettier than me?"
"Not only prettier but younger," Wen Jianan bluntly pointed out her age.
Shuixian’s expression twisted in anger.
Looking at Bai Wenjing, she hadn’t even spoken, and Bai Wenjing smiled, "My wife is younger."
With that, he bid farewell to Ye Ningwan and left.
Wen Jianan quickly left too, as if afraid of Shuixian.
Shuixian was left utterly speechless.
The only man left on the scene was Zhan Hanjue.
However, she didn’t dare provoke this man.
After all, she still remembered his cold ruthlessness, along with Ye Ningwan’s harsh methods.
Despite now wanting a man’s comfort, she knew Zhan Hanjue was out of her league.