Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law

Chapter 242 243: Emperor-like Qin Long!

That's why he had come out for dinner—to clear his head and see if being near his crush, Tang Xuewu, would help him regain his vigor. However, Qin Long didn't even need to check his pulse; he diagnosed the man's hidden ailment with a single glance. Bai He and the others instantly fell silent, too embarrassed to defend their friend. This concerned a man's very manhood, so they didn't dare speak rashly. But from Liu Mingtao's wavering gaze, it was clear that Qin Long had guessed correctly.

"You're talking complete nonsense! There's nothing wrong with me!" Liu Mingtao seethed, gritting his teeth. He would never admit it.

"Yeah, you're not an expert. What are you trying to prove?" Bai He chimed in, vehemently defending his friend. "Brother Tao is a Divine Doctor and the direct disciple of an overseas master. Don't you think he'd know if something was wrong with his own body?"

Qin Long sighed helplessly and picked up the ordering tablet. "How about some chive blossoms? They nourish yin and replenish yang, don't they?" he mused aloud. "And this Flying Sheep Soup… a whole tureen, perhaps?"

He proceeded to order seven or eight dishes all known for boosting virility. With every selection, Liu Mingtao's expression grew colder. It was clear Qin Long was deliberately ordering foods to boost his yang qi.

"Fuck you, loser!" Liu Mingtao trembled with rage, his teeth clenched. He never dreamed Qin Long would be so proficient in traditional medicine as to completely humiliate him.

The onlookers instantly understood what was happening. It seemed Qin Long really did know something about medicine. A wave of shock passed through the group.

Seeing his chance, Bai He shot to his feet and roared at Qin Long, "Qin Long, take a piss and look at your own reflection! Who the hell do you think you are, trying to disgust Brother Tao? If it weren't for the beautiful Xuewu's sake, you'd be leaving this place horizontally. Piss off Brother Tao, and he'll destroy you in minutes, understand?"

Bai He's outburst clearly pleased Liu Mingtao.

"Feeling cornered?" Qin Long took a sip of tea, a mocking expression on his face. "Go on. I dare you to try something."

The tension in the room was palpable, thick with the threat of violence.

Just then, the manager walked in, her voice fawning. "Mr. Liu, the seven or eight restorative dishes you ordered are ready. Shall we begin serving?" She assumed Liu Mingtao had ordered the chive blossoms, Flying Sheep Soup, and other potent dishes, so her tone was exceptionally polite.

"I…" Liu Mingtao's face was practically purple with rage, but he forced it down. I can't just attack a disabled person, can I? He decided to let them serve the food to break the awkward silence.

He gave a stiff nod. "Fine."

"Excellent!" The manager waved a hand. A procession of waitresses dressed as Heavenly Immortals began to enter, slowly carrying exquisite platters. There were more than thirty of these tall, beautiful women, and with their celestial costumes, they truly made the room feel like a heavenly court.

"Wow!" Bai He and the others stared, their eyes wide with excitement.

The spectacle provided a temporary reprieve from the awkwardness for Liu Mingtao. So what if Qin Long knows some traditional medicine? Compared to me, Liu Mingtao, he's nothing but a poor, disabled, bottom-feeding piece of trash.

As the stunning dishes were brought in one by one, everyone marveled. They looked like edible sculptures, so beautiful that no one wanted to be the first to touch them with their chopsticks. Just as everyone was about to praise Liu Mingtao for his extravagance, the manager suddenly approached Qin Long's side.

"Young Master Qin, this is the Flying Sheep Leg, prepared with our special seasonings," she said, bowing slightly, her voice gentle and obsequious. "Here we have the Fish Lantern Green Silk Pastries, salmon with lily bulb, and sweet osmanthus buns. These were all custom-prepared for you by our restaurant. We would be honored if you would rate them."

Liu Mingtao froze. What the fuck does this mean? Is this manager blind? Doesn't she know who the main event is today? I'm standing right here, so why is she fawning all over Qin Long like he's the real host?

Jiang Tiantian nudged Tang Xuewu, her pretty face full of confusion. "My dear, what's going on with your fiancé?"

"Tiantian, I have no idea either…" Tang Xuewu replied, looking just as confused as she stared at Qin Long.

Qin Long, however, remained perfectly calm, as if this was all perfectly normal.

The manager continued her patient description for Qin Long's benefit alone. "Young Master Qin, this dish is called 'Tremella and Peony Blossom.' The tremella fungus was shredded with exactly one hundred and eighty-one cuts, and the nine peony blossoms within are handcrafted from dough. It is a sight to behold."

"Young Master Qin, this soft-shelled turtle was raised on a special diet. It consumed only spiritual herbs and ingredients that were decades old. It will be exceptionally beneficial for the recovery of your meridians," the manager explained with great enthusiasm.

"Mm, you've been thoughtful. The craftsmanship is excellent," Qin Long said with a faint smile, nodding.

Hearing this, the manager was overjoyed and bowed again. "We only hope to please you, Young Master Qin." Hoping to strike while the iron was hot, she pressed on, knowing that pleasing this man would secure her future. "Young Master Qin, this is a supreme deer-antler soup paired with top-grade caviar. And these Rainbow Sturgeon-Blossom Pastries have been a best-seller here at Dragon Spring for more than a decade."

Meanwhile, Liu Mingtao's expression grew darker and darker.

"Hey, you!" Bai He could no longer stand it and roared. "Are you fucking blind?"

The others glared at the manager, their faces masks of fury. They wondered if she'd been kicked in the head by a donkey to be fawning over some lowlife on a crutch instead of introducing the dishes to Liu Mingtao.

The manager looked at Bai He, genuinely confused. "Excuse me, sir, is there a problem?"

Bai He smashed a glass on the table. "Who's hosting this dinner today?" he fumed. "Don't you get it?"

The manager, still looking puzzled, simply replied, "Isn't it Young Master Qin?"

"Haha!" As Bai He was about to harass the manager further, Qin Long let out a loud laugh and slapped the table.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Instantly, the thirty-plus women dressed as Heavenly Immortals moved in perfect unison, coming to stand before Qin Long. They formed four neat rows and bowed respectfully, like the imperial Concubines of old.

"Young Master Qin!" their thirty voices rang out at once, perfectly synchronized and gentle.

In a flash, Qin Long became the undeniable center of attention, his entire aura transforming completely.

"Now, who's the host here?" Qin Long looked at Bai He, his expression playful. "I heard you wanted to start something?"

"Th-This…" Bai He was petrified.

"Or was it one of you?" Qin Long's gaze swept over the others, landing on Li Min.

"Young Master Qin, this has nothing to do with me…" Li Min immediately stood up, trembling.

"Or is it you… you foreign devil?" Qin Long slowly turned his gaze toward Liu Mingtao. An immense, imperial aura instantly erupted from him, so powerful it nearly forced Liu Mingtao to his knees. He stared in astonishment, feeling as if the Grim Reaper himself had him in its sights.

The private room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's jaws had dropped, their eyes fixed on Qin Long. Surrounded by more than thirty women as beautiful as Heavenly Immortals, he truly looked like an emperor holding court.