Chapter 141: [141] With a needle in hand, I have the world_1
To tell the truth, Tang Feng was truly moved.

As the old saying goes, “To do a good job, one must first sharpen one’s tools.”

With his current medical skills, he was capable of dealing with some common and complicated diseases.

But he really lacked a good set of tools.

High-quality needles like the Panlong Needles were akin to a treasured sword in a knight’s hand, greatly enhancing the wielder’s strength.

“These really are fine items, are you sure you want to give this set of needles to me?” Although his heart was in turmoil, he managed to keep his surface as calm as ever.

“Beauty to the fair, sword to the hero. Such fine needles should be given to a young talent like you, so they can be put to good use. In the hands of an old fellow like me, they would only be buried.”

Mao Anyi said this against his will, with his heart bleeding internally.

It had been quite a struggle for him to find such a fine set of needles.

It was by a stroke of fate that he discovered the Panlong Needles in the house of a deceased old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine.

After a series of threats and bribes, he had managed to buy them from the old doctor’s son for over two hundred thousand yuan.

He had always treasured them like a precious jewel, never willing to use them for ordinary patients.

Only for someone of Elder Ouyang’s status would he bear to use them, and even after doing so, he would meticulously sterilize and take care of them.

He hadn’t taken such care even when his son was born.

Now, to give away this set of needles felt more painful than being killed.

Of course, that was just a figure of speech.

If he really had to choose between the Panlong Needles and his own life, he would still choose to stay alive.

So, to stay alive, he had to sacrifice his knight to save his car.

“Seeing how sincere you are, I’ll just have to reluctan support your apologies after all.”

Tang Feng tried to appear indifferent, but the moment he took the Panlong Needles in hand, a slight smile betrayed him.

At that moment, he felt a blood connection with the set of needles.

A surge of pride welled up in his heart, as if holding the needle meant having the world in his palm.

Seeing him accept the needles, Ma Youming breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Mao Anyi.

She had been afraid that Tang Feng would stubbornly refuse to sell the wild ginseng to Mr. Chang.

Without this connection to Elder Ouyang, they wouldn’t be able to counter Mr. Gao’s retaliation.

Now, all was well that ended well.

For Tang Feng, keeping the wild ginseng made no difference at the moment – it was meant to be sold sooner or later, and to whom didn’t matter much to him.

Getting a set of needles for nothing and possibly forging a good relationship with Elder Ouyang, why would he refuse?

“So, about this wild ginseng…”

Seeing him accept the needles, Ma Youming’s heart ached for a second before he turned his gaze back to the wild ginseng in Tang Feng’s hand.

“I’ll personally deliver the wild ginseng to Mr. Chang, you won’t have to bother yourself with it,” said Mao Anyi, as she didn’t trust Ma Youming enough to hand over something so valuable to him.

It was better for her to make the trip herself, and who knows, she might even get a chance to meet Elder Ouyang in person.

Ma Youming, aware that he had no credibility with Mao Anyi and Tang Feng, didn’t waste any more words.

He immediately got up to leave.

Once he had gone, Mao Anyi immediately turned to Tang Feng to apologize, “Tang Feng, I’m sorry.”

Tang Feng was focused on the set of needles in his hands and casually asked, “Why apologize?”

Mao Anyi made a sour face, “I was bewitched by Ma Youming’s sweet nothings and silently blamed you for being ungrateful. Turns out I’m the real fool.”

“It’s rare for you to realize this now,” Tang Feng quipped as he closed the wooden box and looked up.

“You…” Mao Anyi clenched her fists. This guy was indirectly calling her a fool.

But since she was in the wrong, she had no choice but to swallow her anger for the time being.

“If you don’t have time, let me handle the transaction with Mr. Chang and the others for you?”

Mao Anyi took a sip of tea, then returned to the main topic. Anxious not to be misunderstood, she quickly added, “Don’t worry, I’ll trade on your behalf and let them know they owe you a favor.”

Tang Feng didn’t care whether the other party was grateful or not and handed her the wild ginseng, “You’d better find a better packaging box; it might sell for more.”

“So you’re showing your true colors as a profiteer?” Mao Anyi seized the chance to tease him, then pulled out her phone, “Give me your account number, and I’ll transfer five million to you right away. If they offer more than that, I’ll make up the difference.”

“How could I accept such kindness?” Although Tang Feng said so, he immediately took out his phone and sent her his bank account details.

Mao Anyi realized that Tang Feng was indeed a miser who practically had dollar signs in his eyes.

Tang Feng didn’t care about how he appeared to her.

Having once been tormented by poverty, he wasn’t going to be politely modest now that there was an opportunity to make a good sum of money.

He didn’t actually care that much about the money; he simply enjoyed the thrill of earning it.

Without saying more, Mao Anyi immediately transferred five million to his account.

Then she looked at the time. It was already past six in the evening, and it was starting to get dark outside.

“It’s getting late, shall I treat you to dinner?”

Tang Feng had saved her the night before and now indirectly helped her connect with Elder Ouyang. He was truly a benefactor to her.

With such great favors owed, it was only right and proper to treat him to dinner.

Having the opportunity to dine with the woman of his dreams was something Tang Feng desirable, and he was about to eagerly agree.

But just then, a message popped up on his phone.

It was from Qin Yanan.

Opening it, he saw the message read, “Tang Feng, my head hurts so much. Can you come back?”

The message startled him to his feet, and he immediately headed towards the door.

He had already stepped out of the private room when he suddenly remembered Mao Anyi was left behind, so he hurried back, “Sorry, I really have to go now, some urgent business. We’ll make another plan soon.”

Without waiting for her consent, he rushed off.

Mao Anyi sat there, stunned.

It was her first time asking a man out for dinner, and she had been… rejected?