"..." The waiter glanced at Ye Lang, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated. If other waiters had seen this, they would have secretly gloated and found it amusing.
It seems this rich young master has forgotten about this matter, and it's something that can't be said directly, as it depends on the other party's opinion.
However, if I don't speak up now, I'll lose this reward money, and it's not just a small amount; it could be equivalent to a year's income. I absolutely cannot give this up!
After staring at Ye Lang for a long time, the waiter finally made a decision: he would try to probe indirectly...
"Um, Young Master, is there anything else?" the waiter asked hesitantly, glancing at Ye Lang with his eyes. However, Ye Lang did not turn around to look at him; he kept his eyes on Xiao Rui Ye Lang.
"It's alright, thank you. I'll call you if I need anything!" Ye Lang turned around and politely replied to the waiter, then looked back at Xiao Rui.
"Young Master, have you forgotten something?" The waiter frowned and then carefully reminded him again.
"Forgot something?" Ye Lang looked at the waiter with some doubt, then shook his head. "No!"
"... Think about it again!" The young man rubbed his hands together, looked at the food on the table, and then at Ye Lang.
"Oh, I remember now, I don't need to have my breakfast delivered tomorrow, I'll go downstairs and eat by myself!" Ye Lang looked at the table, seemingly suddenly realizing something, as if he understood.
What do you understand? You understand nothing!
The waiter looked at Ye Lang, and he felt like crying. He felt that he might have ended up with nothing. He thought that if he had just gone to serve someone else— Edward —the outcome might have been much better!
He was unwilling to give up so easily. He couldn't let his efforts go to waste. He was determined to work hard, even if it meant being shameless and breaking the rules, he still wanted to get the reward.
He believed that this tip would be unforgettable, and missing out on it might lead to a lifetime of regret!
If he knew about Ye Lang's past deeds, he would be even more certain of this!
So the waiter spoke again, saying, "Young Master, have you forgotten about this?" As he spoke, he kept pointing to the money pouch hanging at his waist.
In this way, except for not directly asking for money, almost everything is laid bare before us, and anyone would understand that!
Of course, this only applies to ordinary people; some people may not understand because they simply don't care about this issue...
"..." Ye Lang watched for a while, "Oh..."
He shook his index finger forward, looking like he knew it and finally understood!
Did you know? That's great!
The waiter was almost moved to tears, but then he quickly decided to commit suicide...
"Your back seems to be having problems. Let me take a look..."
"..."
Brother, are you pretending to be stupid, or are you really stupid? How could you think of this...?
At this moment, the waiter wanted to tell Ye Lang directly, but he quickly gave up the idea, or perhaps he simply forgot about it.
Because, at this moment, Ye Lang solemnly said—
"Your kidneys are a bit weak, which is affecting your lower back. If you don't take care of it, you'll soon suffer from kidney deficiency and kidney failure, and then you'll die!"
"Also, even if those things hadn't happened, it might have affected your fertility; you might not be able to have children..."
Is it that serious? If someone asked Ye Lang this question now, Ye Lang would definitely answer, no, it's just a minor ailment that he can get better with treatment.
He was simply stating what he read in the book: if this minor ailment is left untreated, it can lead to such a situation, which is the principle of treating illnesses when they are still mild.
"Young Master, is there any hope for me?" the waiter asked anxiously. He had been feeling unwell lately, and Ye Lang's words had terrified him.
"Since you've met me, there's definitely hope for you. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Take it every day for a month. After that, try to eat more vegetables and less meat. Every morning, jog slowly for thirty minutes and then walk slowly for ten minutes while maintaining deep breathing..." Ye Lang said, taking out a pen and writing the prescription on a notepad in the hotel.
I believe that doing these things would be beneficial for anyone and helpful to their health!
"If I do this, will I get better?" The waiter took the prescription, grabbed Ye Lang's hand, and asked with tears in his eyes. He wanted an affirmative answer.
"Yes, I guarantee you'll get better there!" Ye Lang nodded. As long as he took the medicine, there wouldn't be any problems. The rest was just exercise, and his physical condition would naturally improve.
This is about treating illness if you're sick, and strengthening your body if you're not!
"Thank you, Young Master. This is just a small token of my appreciation. Please don't think it's too little!" The waiter gave Ye Lang all the money he had on him, looking very grateful.
A doctor's consultation costs a lot of money, and he definitely has less money than that person.
"No need, I won't take the money. I was just looking around, it was nothing!" Ye Lang replied, refusing the money.
"Young Master, you must accept this. You are like a second parent to me. Without you, I would not exist!" The waiter was so moved that he burst into tears and insisted that Ye Lang accept the money.
Is this really necessary? Ye Lang was a little puzzled. He didn't realize that his words had scared the waiter half to death, making him feel like he was about to die. Now that the waiter had saved him, he was naturally extremely grateful to him.
"In that case, I'll accept it!" Ye Lang accepted the consultation fee. Although he was a Prodigal Son, it didn't mean he wouldn't accept money.
If he never accepts money, then his wealth will not increase!
He simply doesn't take advantage of others; he only accepts what he believes is rightfully his. And he doesn't hold back on what he deserves—he takes whatever he's entitled to!
Although Xiao Er's illness wasn't terminal, it was still quite a problem. If a doctor were to examine him, the cost would be several times higher, and the treatment would certainly not be as effective as Ye Lang's. Therefore, Ye Lang felt perfectly justified in taking the money.
However, this is where things get interesting...
"Huh? How come I..." After the incident passed, the waiter realized that not only did he not receive a reward, but he also incurred medical expenses.
Although he didn't lose out in this situation, and even gained something, he still felt very depressed, extremely depressed!
But this incident also confirmed one thing for the waiter: this wealthy young master who spent money like water was a doctor. Although he didn't know the level of the doctor's skills, he was certain that he was a good doctor, at least capable of curing his illness!