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Qin Weiming put his hands behind his back and nodded.

Now, his grandson had recovered.

His entire person also felt much more relaxed.

Qin Weiming looked around and saw that more and more ordinary people were looking at him. He understood... It was no longer appropriate for him to continue staying here.

Hence, he brought his grandson and headed for the helicopter.

However, before Qin Weiming left, he said to Lin Fan, "Little Brother Lin, if you're free, why don't you come over to my place?"

The two men with badges on their shoulders could not help but look at Lin Fan in shock.

Old Qin was actually so polite to a young man?

Lin Fan had never taken a helicopter before. After hearing Qin Weiming's words, he was tempted.

However, he did not answer immediately.

Instead, he turned to Qiu Ziqian and Huang Ling, ready to say something.

Qiu Ziqian said, "Lin Fan, you can go with them. Huang Ling and I will drive the car back."

Huang Ling nodded in agreement.

No matter how stupid they were, they knew that Qin Weiming had a terrifying background.

Now that Lin Fan had saved Qin Weiming's grandson's life, they were sure that something good would happen.

They did not want Lin Fan to miss this chance.

Sun Luguo said, "That's right, Lin Fan. Just go. I'll definitely send your two friends back safely!"

Now, as long as Sun Luguo could find an opportunity to interact with Lin Fan, he would not miss it.

"Alright then." Lin Fan nodded.

Then, Lin Fan boarded the helicopter.

There was a huge difference between a helicopter and a passenger plane.

One had to wear headphones when sitting in it. Otherwise, the rumbling sounds could simply burst one's eardrums.

Sitting in the helicopter and looking at the scenery outside was far better than doing the same on a passenger plane.

There were layers of clouds, buildings the size of sesame seeds, and square fields... All of these gave people a different feeling.

Not long after, Lin Fan arrived at a manor with a beautiful scenery.

Soon, a group of doctors in white coats surrounded Qin Yuhao. They took his pulse, listened to his voice, drew his blood, and took an X-ray...

Soon, a stack of information appeared in the hands of the doctors.

In the end, the old doctor with gray hair walked to Qin Weiming and said, "Old Leader, other than slight malnourishment, Yuhao's body is basically fine."

With Qin Weiming's status, he would not let his grandson go hungry.

However, in the past year, his grandson had been in a sluggish state, often drooling and not eating... Over time, this caused him to be a little malnourished.

At this moment, a man with a badge on his shoulder walked up and handed over a stack of documents.

At the top of the information, there were two words—'Lin Fan!'

Qin Weiming flipped through it quickly and mumbled, "So, he's the one who saved Zhou Guotao... A young mathematician? Oh? The captain of Dragon Division Team 10! No wonder he has such an ability!"

In such a short period of time, he was able to gather Lin Fan's information.

One had to admit that Qin Weiming's methods were indeed impressive!

At that moment, Lin Fan was sitting under a big tree in the courtyard, enjoying the scenery in the distance. He was extremely relaxed.

Qin Weiming held Qin Yuhao's hand and looked from afar. "As expected of the captain of Dragon Division Team 10!"

He did say that Lin Fan did not have to be restrained here and just treat it as his own home.

However, if it were someone else, they would definitely be extremely nervous.

After all, Qin Weiming had already revealed his identity, and there were many sentries standing outside the courtyard.

"Little Brother Lin, what do you think of my grandson's condition?" Qin Weiming asked as he walked forward.

Lin Fan said, "You don't have to worry. He's fine."

Even though the doctor had said that Qin Yuhao had recovered after many examinations, he was still in a bad state.

Thus, Qin Weiming was still a little worried.

However, Lin Fan had not even taken a look at Qin Yuhao but said that he was fine, which made Qin Weiming feel completely at ease.

A kind smile appeared on his stern face.

At this moment, the water at the side was boiling.

Lin Fan first poured boiling water into the purple clay teapot.

Then, he slowly put in the tea leaves and then brewed them with warm water. He filtered it...

After it was boiled, a unique fragrance began to spread.

Lin Fan picked up the lid and gently wiped away the tea foam. He also used a clean towel to wipe the water stains at the bottom of the pot. He turned the teacup upside down and turned it over. When he opened the lid, the fragrance of the tea became even stronger...

Finally, Lin Fan poured the tea into a cup and said, "Please."

When Qin Weiming, who was sitting opposite him, saw this, his cloudy eyes lit up slightly.

He praised him, "Little Brother Lin, I didn't expect you to be proficient in brewing tea in addition to your good calligraphy. It's really rare!"

When he was young, Qin Weiming was a decisive person.

However, after he grew old and stayed in the sanatorium, his temper grew mild.

Every day, he would write, drink tea, and play chess... He was carefree.

This was normal.

After all, if he did not do these things, Qin Weiming would not know what to do every day.

After all these years of the same routine, he had a certain vision and achievements in brewing tea, calligraphy, and other aspects.

Thus, he could easily recognize how extraordinary Lin Fan was.

Qin Weiming held the teacup and took a sip. His face was full of enjoyment.

Beside him, Qin Yuhao could not help but pour a cup of tea into his mouth when he saw his grandfather drinking it so happily.

However, Qin Yuhao quickly spat it out and shouted, "It's so bitter!"

Lin Fan and Qin Weiming could not help but burst out laughing.

"Little Brother Lin, do you know how to play chess?" Qin Weiming asked.

"I know a little," Lin Fan said.

"Alright, let's play a round!" Qin Weiming said.

Lin Fan had Professional Chess Skills, while Qin Weiming was a chess expert.

In the beginning, both of them played very quickly, each having their own advantages and disadvantages.

However, as time passed, Qin Weiming's speed gradually slowed down while Lin Fan's speed remained the same.

"General!" Lin Fan said as he smirked.

Qin Weiming stared at the chessboard for a long time and sighed. "Amazing!"

Instantly, his gaze on Lin Fan was filled with even more admiration.

Not only did he have excellent calligraphy skills, but he also knew how to make tea. Even his chess skills were so exquisite... Was there anything he did not know?

At this time, the middle-aged man with the badge on his shoulder strode over and saluted, "The leader of Jiang province has brought a group of officials down the mountain. Would you like to meet them?"

Qin Weiming took a sip of tea to moisten his throat. "Since they're here, then let's meet."

"Alright!" the middle-aged man said.

Soon, a large group of men and women in white shirts, exuding the aura of superiors, quickly walked over.

When they saw Qin Weiming, they cupped their hands and said respectfully, "Hello, Old Qin!"