Chapter 165 The Blank Spirit Tablet and the Great Philanthropis (1/2)

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The door of the ancestral temple was opened. It was Xin Changjiang who unlocked it. His wife Zhu Hongqin also came. Ning Tao expected to see something special on her face, but she was calm from start to finish.

Qing Zhui and Bai Jing were here too, but Bai Jing's reaction was even stranger than Zhu Hongqin's. She looked at the old wooden door of the ancestral temple and Ning Tao standing beside the wooden door. The look in her eyes was very complicated.

Ning Tao noticed her abnormality, but his face remained expressionless.

“All right,” Xin Changjiang said. “The ancestral temple's door is open now, Doctor Ning. You can take Mr. Barnes in for treatment. But I want to remind you that here are the spirit tablets of my ancestors. I hope you will respect them.”

“I'm not bored enough to mess with your ancestors' spirit tablets,” Ning Tao said. “You needn't remind me. Now, you all go away.”

Xin Zhiyu smiled at him and looked honest.

Ning Tao knew that after he did this, his conflict with the Xin family could not be resolved. For Xin Zhiyu and his father, who valued their status, he had humiliated their family in front of everyone present today. But so what? All the wicked men in the world were his enemies, and he did not care to add a few more names to the list with countless enemies.

What was more, he could have concluded that Xin Zhiyu and his father must have sinned, even without the diagnosis of the ledger of bamboo slips. In fact, he had evidence in front of him. This ancient temple couldn't have been in the Prosperous House from the beginning. It was someone else's ancestral temple, but who would be willing to sell their ancestral temple to Xin Changjiang? What was the difference between taking someone's ancestral temple and digging his ancestral graves?

Xin Changjiang did not obediently leave immediately. He looked at Barnes and said, “Mr. Barnes, I hope Doctor Ning can cure you. That would make me happy.”

Joanna translated Xin Changjiang's words for Barnes.

Barnes gave a nod and replied, “Thank you, Mr. Xin. I will remember the help you gave me today. I am a grateful man. Trust me, you will be rewarded.”

Then Joanna translated Barnes' words to Xin Changjiang.

A smile lit up Xin Changjiang's face. This was what he wanted—the thanks from Barnes.

“I will ask my wife to pray for you in front of the Buddha, Mr. Barnes,” Xin Changjiang added, and left.

“Doctor Ning, are you going to treat me here?” Barnes asked. “Why did you have to choose here? There's not a single sickbed.”

“You only need me. You go in and wait for me,” Ning Tao said.

“All right, I'll wait for you in there.” Barnes walked into the ancestral temple. He was a little hobbled. The two bodyguards tried to help him, but he pushed them away.

“Doctor Ning, can I go in and stay with my father?” Joanna asked.

“No,” Ning Tao refused. “As I said, my patients have to follow my rules. I don't want anyone around to interfere with me while I'm treating Mr. Barnes.”

“I promise not to make any noise.”

“No, you can't go in.”

“Even the ICU in the hospital allows conditional visits from patients' families,” Joanna insisted. “Why are you…”

Ning Tao interrupted, “Then you take Mr. Barnes to the ICU. You can stay in there as long as you want.”

“You…” Joanna was speechless with anger.

Not wanting to talk nonsense, Ning Tao beckoned to Qing Zhui, saying, “Qing Zhui, as usual, guard the door. Don't let anyone in.”

Qing Zhui immediately walked up to him and said, “Okay, I'll watch and throw anyone who comes near.”

Ning Tao nodded, entered the ancestral temple, and then closed the door.

Qing Zhui strode to the door, picked up a stone and drew a semicircle on the stone floor in front of the door, and then stood with her back to the old wooden door. She had a curvy body but she stood erect. If she changed her long green dress for a military uniform, she definitely looked like a very serious guard.

“What does she mean by drawing a line?” Xue Bao'er yelled, her expression a little exaggerated. “Did she draw a warning line? What does she think of this place? That doctor is defiant, and so is she?”

Li Xiaofeng's face was overcast. As Xue Bao'er finished speaking, he glanced at a young man next to him.

It was an unspoken suggestion.

The young man understood, slightly nodded, and then went to the ancestral temple's door.

“Don't come over here,” Qing Zhui warned in her cold voice.