Chapter 62 - Professional Cheater?
“Shun'er, make sure to thank Nephew Tang promptly. Historically, you've always favored meat over vegetables and didn't enjoy eating the latter. Seeing you relish your meal today, I promise to prepare this for the next three meals.”
The Noble Heir of State Duke Heng was almost tempted to express that despite the delicious taste, consuming it daily would eventually become monotonous. Besides, it wasn't meat, which made all the difference in essence.
Nonetheless, State Duke Heng shot him a sharp look that silenced his protest, obliging him to agree. Concerning the later stages of implementation, that extended beyond his father's jurisdiction.
Anticipating that Tang Yue might not be available for continuous monitoring and recognizing the unlikelihood of his endurance exceeding a few days, he hesitated before saying, “I won't hide it from Your Grace. My nephew conducted a diagnosis of the Noble Heir's constitution. It's evident that his constitution is frail, and the excessive meat consumption might lead to eventual diarrhea. Such a reaction is normal; it's essential to increase his water intake.”
Given his mental preparation, State Duke Heng wouldn't make a substantial commotion even if he encountered his son's diarrhea until it resulted in exhaustion.
Certainly, Tang Yue didn't concoct an elaborate meal for the Noble Heir of State Duke Heng without a purpose. This particular spread was strategically designed in conjunction with his earlier therapeutic technique to aid in clearing the young master's digestive tract.
By maintaining this diet for three days, at the very least, he could promote gastrointestinal purification and diminish the accumulation of toxins in his body. This marked the initial step towards weight loss.
Nevertheless, this chubby guy might just find himself confined to the latrine for the next three days, a minor retribution of sorts.
Yet, State Duke Heng's thoughts ran deeper than his. “Nephew's medical skills are truly exceptional. Instead of sending you about town, how about considering a stay at the residence, treating it as a visit to your uncle's abode?”
Of course not! Tang Yue had barely spent a month at Prince Zhao's Mansion. Was he now expected to repeat the drill at State Duke Heng's Mansion?
It was true he practiced medicine. He could also frequent the clinic for consultations, but that didn't imply he had to be perpetually on-call. He wasn't a designated family doctor!
Moreover, his family's estate was sprawling. To huddle in unfamiliar quarters and adhere to unwarranted limitations felt a tad self-inflicted, didn't it?
“Ordinarily, nephew shouldn't decline. However, Noble Heir's health isn't a matter that can be whisked away in an instant. My influence here is limited.”
State Duke Heng wasn't so domineering as to coerce others into cohabiting. So, he probed from another perspective, “Then, why don't we have Shun'er stay over at his place for a few days?”
Tang Yue's eyes lit up. This seemed possible!
He cast a significant look at Ping Shun, who suddenly shivered, gazing at his father with astonishment and a sense of injustice.
“Father… this…” He didn't want to go. He could do whatever he pleased within his own domain. Wouldn't he be subservient to others at the Yueyang Marquis's Mansion?
The prospect seemed bleak as he contemplated the injuries on his body. The future appeared daunting.
Tang Yue's smile emerged unexpectedly, gentle and serene. “Uncle, if you have no concerns, entrust Noble Heir to my care.”
Onlookers stared blankly at this scene. They couldn't fathom why Tang Yue, who was married into the State Duke Heng's family, was giving away his cherished son.
“Then it's settled.” State Duke Heng reached a decision and excused himself from the gathering to spare the younger generation any awkwardness.
Once the patriarch departed, the younger siblings started buzzing with chatter.
Zhao Sanlang seized Tang Yue's neck and questioned fiercely, “Are you genuinely planning to bring that cursed chubby guy home to serve him?”
“Cough, cough… release me first…” Gasping for breath, Tang Yue countered, “What do you mean by ‘bringing him home to serve him'? I'm here to treat his physique. Do you comprehend?”
“What kind of treatment? Isn't it just aiding him in losing weight? You should give up. Even if he slims down now, he'll regain the weight in no time.”
This lifelong friend was indeed perceptive. He grasped the situation well.
Tang Yue stretched his arms and shook his head. With his intervention, at least State Duke Heng's Noble Heir would conduct himself somewhat decently before getting married. As for his demeanor post-marriage, that relied on his sister.
“Just wait and witness the outcome.” Tang Yue chuckled, causing Zhao Sanlang's hair to stand on end.
“Will you see my father?” he asked.
“Absolutely. You agreed just now, didn't you?” Wang Yao quipped, “Regardless of whether you treat him well or not, you'll get a discount.”
“What is a discount?”
“While others need to pay ten gold coins, you, Zhao Sanlang, only need to pay eight gold coins.” The man declared, a hint of generosity in his tone.
“Your algorithm is wrong.”
“What's wrong?”
“If someone else pays ten gold, then this young master will pay twenty. This way, I'll demonstrate both my confidence in your medical expertise and my appreciation for your help,” he explained.
Tang Yue mused to himself, “There are people actually eager to pay more money. I truly don't grasp the mindset of wealthy folks.”
“This will be the new standard moving forward. If anyone is disinclined to pay more, then they won't be regarded as your brother!” the man asserted.
So, is this guy a skilled con artist? Tang Yue's forehead creased with puzzlement.
This guy must have been a pyramid schemer in modern times!
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