Chapter 788 - 301: My Surname Is Ying, But Not That of the Medicine King Ying Family

Ying Ziyao was always a calm and reticent person.

Except when Xu Xingguang occasionally surprised him with miracles, he was mostly a patient middle-aged man.

He was raised by Ying Tu from a young age and lacked neither vision nor perspective.

Later, when he went to the Divine Martial Realm, as a "waste" from the Mortal World, he was suppressed by the Ying Family envoys and sent to a remote medicinal field, where he stayed for five years.

During these five years, Ying Ziyao did not give in to despair; instead, he endured humiliation and learned the language and script of the Divine Martial Realm, which showed just how resilient his disposition was.

After finishing five years of internship, he declined all the promises of benefits offered by the field manager and resolutely returned to the Mortal World. This again proved that he was a man who could resist temptation and stay true to his nature.

Upon returning to the Mortal World, he was invited to join the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall, devoting himself wholeheartedly to the contributions of Chinese medicine in Xia Country. The books he wrote on Chinese medicine were selected as required reading by medical students, and every lecture he was invited to give was packed with attendees.

Before Xu Xingguang’s appearance, Ying Ziyao was recognized as a genius in the field of Chinese medicine in the Mortal World.

He could be considered a favored child of heaven, a dragon among men.

Thus, when Ying Ziyao casually mentioned his surname, even the experienced Manager Du instinctively associated his ’Ying’ surname with the most prestigious one in Medicine King City.

"Oh, it’s Mr. Ying." Manager Du, although not acquainted with Ying Ziyao, was not surprised, considering how extensively the Ying Family’s influence and clan members were spread throughout the Divine Martial Realm.

Seeing that Manager Du might have misunderstood his surname, Ying Ziyao frowned slightly in displeasure and straightforwardly said, "You might be mistaken. Although my surname is Ying, I’m not from that Ying Family, the Medicine King Ying Family."

Manager Du was somewhat surprised, but she was quickly impressed by Ying Ziyao’s candor and said, "There are only so many surnames in the world. Your surname is Ying, and addressing you as Mr. Ying is perfectly appropriate."

Ying Ziyao was left speechless.

What she said seemed quite right.

Xu Xingguang noticed Manager Du’s unusual look toward Ying Ziyao, squinted her eyes to scrutinize Ying Ziyao, and for a moment found it both amusing and baffling.

Although Ying Ziyao had begun to show signs of age and didn’t possess the youthful vitality of younger men, who said that older men lack their own charm?

At over fifty, without a bald head, a well-maintained physique, and a subtle medicinal fragrance due to his long-term dedication to Chinese medicine, he was genuinely captivating.

A woman like Manager Du, who had seen all kinds of foolish men in her years, was even more appreciative of someone like Ying Ziyao, a high-quality mature man.

After all, Ying Ziyao was the one Mo Yinshu had secretly admired for many years yet dared not confess to.

Before reaching the end of the elevator hall, Manager Du pushed open a door labeled "Office 7." Unexpectedly, behind the door was not an office but a highly private elevator cabin.

As if sensing the confusion of Xu Xingguang and Ying Ziyao, Manager Du smiled and explained, "The director prefers peace and quiet, so his office is on the fifth floor, and the guest elevator doesn’t stop there."

So this elevator is a private one straight to the director’s office on the fifth floor.

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The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and Manager Du led the two of them out.

Xu Xingguang’s gaze landed on rows of neatly arranged Heaven-reaching Medicine Shelves, with numerous medicinal herb boxes on them. Any herb worthy of being stored here was an exceptionally rare and top-quality medicinal herb.

The entire fifth floor was filled with such shelves. Unable to find the director, Manager Du pressed a bell on the corridor wall.

"Coming!" A deep male voice came from afar.

Xu Xingguang heard the sound of wheels rolling, and she and Ying Ziyao tilted their bodies, looking through the aisle between the medicine shelves, seeing a ladder equipped with wheels sliding along a floor track.

This room was so vast, having a ladder to inspect herbs was convenient, and the design was quite fitting.

The ladder stopped in front of them, and standing on it was an elderly bald man in a black short-sleeved shirt. He looked down at Xu Xingguang from the ladder, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Xu Xingguang and Ying Ziyao remained composed, allowing him to scrutinize them.

Soon, the old man withdrew his gaze and asked the two, "Which one of you is a student of Elder Tan Nan?"

Ying Ziyao stepped back half a step.

Xu Xingguang introduced herself calmly, "Hello, Director Wu, I am a student of Elder Tan Nan. My name is Xu Xingguang."

"Xu Xingguang." Director Wu nodded and climbed down the ladder, asking Xu Xingguang, "Manager Du said the medicinal field you managed successfully cultivated herbs. Is this true?"

"Absolutely."

"What about the survival rate?"

"Nearly one hundred percent." Xu Xingguang answered, noticing Director Wu’s silence and furrowed brow, his look at her filled with skepticism and scrutiny.

She added, "Field No. 18 had thirty thousand herbs planted, but six herbs were accidentally trampled by my assistant, so they didn’t survive."

Realizing that out of thirty thousand herbs, only six didn’t survive, and their demise was due to accidents, Director Wu’s expression noticeably changed.

A near one hundred percent survival rate; hardly any field maintains such a high survival rate.

"Where are your herbs?"

Xu Xingguang took the prepared herbs out of her canvas bag.

The herbs were still very fresh, without any protective measures, and remnants of black poisonous soil lingered on the black roots.

Seeing that she hadn’t even undertaken basic protective measures for the herbs, Director Wu immediately put on a stern expression and reproached her, "Herbs are very delicate. Not employing basic protective measures is very careless and frivolous."

Despite the reprimand, Xu Xingguang wasn’t angry.

She looked at the vibrant Poisonous Widow in her hand and said confidently, "Director Wu, I set off from Golden Gate City yesterday afternoon, and now twenty hours have passed. But look at this herb in my hand; does it look damaged?"

Pattering her canvas bag, Xu Xingguang said, "I have a unique storage method."

Director Wu looked doubtfully at her nondescript canvas bag.

Could it be that her bag was specifically developed for storing herbs, a Storage Bag?