Chapter 456: Do as I Say

The man, dressed in a casual tracksuit, was slightly short with a bit of a belly. Hearing Luo Fei call his name, he nodded quickly.

“Yes, there is something medical I wanted to ask about. Brother Wang Yun, I hope you don’t mind?”

This man was Wen Long.

He worked in the construction business and had made a modest fortune a few years back, enough to maintain a comfortable lifestyle to this day. His business wasn’t booming, but it was doing far better than most.

Wang Yun smiled when he heard the question.

He could immediately sense that every eye in the room had shifted to him.

This wasn’t a casual inquiry; it was clearly a test.

“Go ahead,” Wang Yun said calmly.

“It’s about my father. He’s eighty this year. Lately, he’s been constantly complaining about a sore throat. We’ve taken him to the hospital multiple times, but each time the doctors found nothing. The diagnosis is always the same. Just a bit of inflammation, probably due to internal heat. They’ve prescribed anti-inflammatory meds, but they haven’t helped much,” Wen Long said with a trace of frustration.

Wang Yun nodded slightly.

“Does he have phlegm in his throat? Any headaches? Frequent coughing? What about back pain, or ringing in the ears?”

Wang Yun rattled off the questions.

Wen Long’s eyes widened in surprise.

“My god, how do you know all this? Yes, he does have all those symptoms. But the doctors told us it was all in his head. Said it was psychological, just old age, poor health, and some anxiety.”

As Wen Long finished speaking, several of the other homeowners nodded in agreement.

“That sounds familiar. An old man I knew used to get the same way, always imagining he was sick.”

“Yeah, it’s normal. Once you’re old, you start overthinking everything. Just afraid of dying.”

“Exactly. That’s why you’ve gotta enjoy each day while you still can. Even if your body’s fine, your mind will get sick if you stress too much.”

The conversation turned into a round of sympathetic nods and chatter.

Everyone was familiar with Wen Long’s situation. It was a textbook case of how money couldn’t buy more time.

But then Wang Yun spoke.

“It’s not imagination. And it’s not a psychological issue.”

His voice instantly silenced the room.

“Brother Wang Yun, you have a different opinion?” Luo Fei asked quickly.

After all, this was exactly why they brought it up—to test Wang Yun’s knowledge. If he could offer a new perspective, he might really be able to help Wen Long’s father.

Wang Yun nodded. His expression turned a shade more serious.

“It’s likely the old man has a shadow in his lungs, and a chronic physiological lesion originating from the upper nasal cavity. The lung shadow might be subtle, but I suggest having the nasal cavity thoroughly examined for abnormalities.”

Wen Long frowned slightly, confused.

“Brother Wang Yun, how would something in the nasal cavity cause pain in the head and back? We’ve already checked his lungs, they’re healthy.”

He was starting to doubt.

Could this guy be talking nonsense?

But Wang Yun just smiled faintly.

“If you’re unsure, then do what I suggested. I can’t explain the full reasoning in just a few sentences. Just go to any hospital, get an ENT appointment. That’ll be enough. It’s probably nothing too serious. Should be fixable with a minimally invasive procedure. Nothing to worry about.”

His tone was confident, casual, even a little dismissive.

The crowd, however, grew more uncertain. How could such a persistent and mysterious illness sound as simple as a cold coming from this man’s mouth?

And yet, Wang Yun didn’t seem like he was bluffing.

“Wen Long, follow Brother Wang Yun’s advice,” Luo Fei said with a reassuring smile. “I believe in him. If he could save that coach’s life with his bare hands, this should be a piece of cake.”

After all, it was just a checkup. There was no harm in trying.

“You’re right, you’re right. Okay, I’ll go tomorrow!” Wen Long agreed, eyes brightening. “Thank you, Brother Wang Yun. If my father’s really suffering from this and it can be treated, I’ll come thank you in person.”

“You’re welcome,” Wang Yun replied with a faint smile.

A ripple flickered behind his eyes.

‘If it weren’t for Yanran wanting to meet her favorite celebrity, I wouldn’t have bothered showing up to this party at all.’

Too many people here playing mind games.

“Alright, everyone stop spacing out,” Luo Fei said, clapping his hands. “Xiao Zhao, message the group and ask when Bingbing’s arriving. And Xiaoming should be just about here. He flew in from out of town this afternoon. I had Xiao Qian go pick him up.”

Luo Fei glanced at the time. It was 5:35. It was about right.

“I’ll ask now.”

“He’s here! Xiaoming’s arrived!”

The words had barely left his mouth when footsteps and excited shouts echoed from downstairs.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened.

A man in a tracksuit stepped out, face hidden by a mask and sunglasses. But as soon as he saw the crowd, he pulled them off.

A familiar face—one that often appeared on television—smiled at the group.

“Sorry, sorry I’m late. Traffic in Magic City is crazy at this hour. I didn’t miss anything, did I?”

It was Xiaoming—a household name, a celebrity known across the nation.

Right now, he wore a cheerful smile and exuded warm, approachable energy.

“No, you’re right on time. It’s been half a year since we last saw you. First things first, congrats on your new movie’s huge success!”

Luo Fei stepped forward and clapped him on the shoulder, clearly familiar with him.