After making a few purchases, He Wenwang walked into an elegantly decorated antique shop. The owner was a kindly-looking old man.

"Young man, what can I help you find?"

The shopkeeper greeted him warmly.

He Wenwang pointed at the exquisite porcelain pieces in the display case. "I’d like to buy some antique porcelain, but I don’t want real ones. I’m looking for fakes that are very realistic, the kind that look genuine but are inexpensive..."

The shopkeeper understood immediately. He smiled and said, "Young man, you’ve come to the right place. The porcelain I have here are all top-tier reproductions. The craftsmanship is superb and the resemblance is uncanny. An average person would never be able to tell the difference, and the prices are absolutely fair."

The shopkeeper gushed, talking endlessly as he showed He Wenwang one "masterpiece" after another, from the simple and elegant porcelain of the Song Dynasty to the intricate and magnificent pieces of the Ming Dynasty.

The porcelain pieces were just as he described. Not only were their shapes exquisite, but the glaze colors were also incredibly realistic. Some had even been intentionally aged to give off a sense of historical vicissitude.

He Wenwang nodded repeatedly as the shopkeeper spoke.

In the end, he selected over forty pieces of porcelain with various shapes and beautiful patterns, including vases, plates, and brush holders. Some even had distinct marks of age, looking like treasures excavated from some ancient tomb.

After some haggling, He Wenwang spent a little over a thousand yuan in total for this batch of "priceless" "antiques."

He Wenwang rented a car and brought the porcelain back to the clinic.

The room in the backyard had already been cleaned out.

Li Xu placed the porcelain pieces one by one inside the room.

Some were placed on shelves, some on tables, and a few were set on the floor.

Under the lights, these "antiques" gave off a special sheen, as if they truly possessed a long history.

Li Xu intentionally placed a large porcelain vase, taller than a person, in the center of the room next to the only chair. It was the most expensive piece of all the porcelain.

According to He Wenwang, this single piece had cost over three hundred yuan.

It looked magnificent and grand, making it the most eye-catching of all the "antiques."

The next morning, He Wenwang once again pushed He Zhiming into the clinic in his wheelchair.

"Doctor Li, have you thought of a treatment plan for my father?"

He Wenwang asked, playing his part.

Li Xu shook his head. "Not yet."

"Sigh."

He Zhiming sighed and grumbled, "I told you we shouldn’t have come, but you insisted. Let’s go..."

He Wenwang didn’t move.

Li Xu chimed in at the right moment. "Mr. He, I hear from your son that you like antiques. As it happens, so do I. I’ve collected a lot of porcelain. Please, allow me to show you my collection, so your trip here won’t be for nothing."

"Huh?"

He Zhiming was taken aback.

’I like antique porcelain? Since when?’

But before he could refuse...

...his son pushed him to the backyard and into a room.

He Zhiming looked around. The room was filled with a dazzling array of porcelain displayed on shelves and tables. Light streamed through the window, making the pieces gleam brilliantly.

Li Xu pointed to the pieces one by one, giving a vivid introduction. "Mr. He, look at this official kiln porcelain vase from the Song Dynasty. The glaze is like jade, and the crackle is natural. Its market value is at least one and a half million."

"This blue-and-white platter from the Ming Dynasty has delicate brushwork and a pure cobalt blue color. Experts have appraised it at over two million."

With every piece he introduced, Li Xu would exaggerate its value, leaving He Zhiming utterly dumbfounded.

He rarely had anything to do with antiques.

Naturally, he couldn’t tell if they were real or fake.

But in his mind, Li Xu was a ’Divine Physician’ who was famous nationwide.

Many doctors were wealthy.

Li Xu would naturally be no exception.

’It’s only reasonable that he’d have a collection like this.’

He Zhiming was extremely careful, terrified that one careless move would damage these priceless treasures.

"Don’t just sit in the wheelchair. This chair is more comfortable..."

Li Xu had He Wenwang help his father out of the wheelchair and onto the chair.

Next to the chair was the large porcelain vase that was taller than a person.

Li Xu said with great gravity, "Mr. He, look at this large vase. This is a true heirloom, passed down through my family, and it’s incredibly rare. A while ago, I invited several of the country’s top antique experts to appraise it. They all agreed that this vase is worth at least eighty million."

Hearing this number, He Zhiming’s jaw dropped in astonishment, and he couldn’t close his mouth for a long time.

He cautiously shifted his body, terrified of touching the "heirloom."

"Boss, there’s a patient."

Song Sisi’s voice came from outside.

"Mr. He, please take your time and enjoy the collection. I’ll be back in a little while."

After speaking, Li Xu turned and left the room.

Before he left, he also called He Wenwang out with him.

Only He Zhiming was left in the room.

He sat on the chair, and though he faced a room full of "treasures," he was in no mood to appreciate them. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He looked left and right, feeling completely uneasy.

More than an hour passed. Li Xu didn’t write a prescription, make small talk, or even come to see him.

He Zhiming grew anxious from the confinement. He wanted to take out his phone to call his son, only to realize he didn’t have it with him.

In truth, Li Xu had instructed He Wenwang to take the phone away beforehand.

He tried calling out twice, "Doctor Li? Is anyone there?"

However, the outside was silent. No one responded.

In the consultation room.

Li Xu glanced at the security camera feed from time to time.

He Wenwang was also watching by his side.

"Doctor Li, is my dad going to be okay?"

"Don’t worry. Whether we can cure your father all comes down to this. You must not get anxious."

Soon, another few hours passed.

In the room, He Zhiming couldn’t take it anymore.

He was thirsty and needed to use the restroom, but he didn’t dare move carelessly.

He decided to get out and find Doctor Li to ask what was going on.

However, years of leg atrophy made it difficult for him to take a step without leaning on something heavy.

He tried to stand up, but his legs still felt weak.

He looked around, his gaze finally landing on the chair beneath him.

The chair was made of wood, but it wasn’t actually that heavy.

But he simply couldn’t sit there any longer.

His gaze fell upon the eighty-million-yuan vase beside him.

He Zhiming cautiously got to his feet.

He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands and shakily rose to his feet.

At the same time, he was extremely careful, trying his best not to touch the vase next to him.

He was terrified that if he lost his balance, he would shatter the priceless treasure.

Seeing this on the monitor, Li Xu immediately stood up.

The time had come.

He rushed to the door, threw it open, and shouted, "Mr. He, be careful! Don’t touch the antique next to you!"

Startled by the sudden roar, He Zhiming trembled all over, and his hands went limp.

He instantly lost his support.

His body tilted towards the vase beside him.

The moment he touched it, he remembered the vase was priceless.

He hastily let go.

However, when Li Xu had placed the vase there yesterday, he had deliberately set it up to be unstable.

The slightest touch was enough to make it tilt.

With a loud CRASH,

the vase shattered into pieces.

Shards scattered everywhere, leaving the floor a total mess.

He Zhiming was completely frozen.

He stood there, arms hanging limp at his sides, his face ashen. The only thing left in his mind was the number "eighty million."