Huang Jisheng’s gaze turned cold.
“So you have a different opinion?” he said sharply.
“I’d very much like to hear what different insight you have!”
Wu Wenjing eyed Yang Yi with suspicion.
Divine Doctor Huang had already concluded he was poisoned, yet Yang Yi was rejecting his diagnosis!
This was as ridiculous as a grade-schooler questioning a paper published by an academician!
But Yang Yi just gave him an odd look and said, “Why should I tell you my diagnosis?”
“Hah!”
Huang Jisheng scoffed, assuming Yang Yi was just being stubborn.
‘He probably hasn’t seen anything different at all!’
Shen Youwei had been somewhat hopeful that Yang Yi would offer a different diagnosis.
But when Yang Yi chose to remain silent, she couldn’t help but start worrying.
‘I hope what Yang Yi just said is true.
If it’s not, there’s going to be big trouble!’
“Just grandstanding!” Wu Shaojie said with contempt.
Wu Wenjing closed his eyes in disappointment and said to Huang Jisheng, “I’ll leave everything to you, Divine Doctor Huang.”
Huang Jisheng wore an indifferent expression as he expertly began applying pressure to points on his body.
A moment later, the color on Wu Wenjing’s face suddenly changed, and he immediately coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
“There!”
Huang Jisheng put away his silver needles, the treatment finished.
Sure enough, Wu Wenjing’s complexion became more normal, and the vitality returned to his eyes!
“I really do feel much better.
It’s like my whole body is overflowing with energy!”
He hadn’t been able to satisfy his mistress in a long time, which was a blow to his masculine pride.
He had secretly tried many remedies, but none of them worked.
For the past month, the spirit had been willing but the flesh was weak, and he hadn’t sought out his mistress for any emotional exchange.
Huang Jisheng turned back to Yang Yi, his face impassive.
“Young man, what do you have to say now?”
Wu Shaojie was even more direct, barking, “Brat!
Aren’t you going to kneel and apologize to Divine Doctor Huang?”
Wu Wenjing sighed helplessly.
“Mr.
Yang, you really shouldn’t have spoken to Divine Doctor Huang like that.
Just apologize and this will all be over.”
Shen Youwei’s brows furrowed.
Steeling herself, she prepared to take the fall for Yang Yi.
Just then, Yang Yi spoke.
“Old man, you’re celebrating too soon.”
Huang Jisheng’s expression darkened.
“What?
Even now, you’re still going to be stubborn?”
Yang Yi pointed at the slightly displeased Wu Wenjing.
“He’s about to collapse.
Do you really think you’ve cured President Wu?”
Wu Wenjing frowned.
“Mr.
Yang, if you continue to be so unreasonable, even I won’t be able to help you!”
Huang Jisheng was even colder.
“Hopelessly stubborn.
If you had just properly admitted your mistake to me, I wouldn’t have made things difficult for a junior like you!”
“But since you refuse to repent, don’t blame me for being petty!”
Shen Youwei’s expression changed drastically.
Just as she was about to shield Yang Yi, Wu Wenjing’s face suddenly turned as white as snow!
“Divine Doctor Huang, I…”
Wu Wenjing’s voice went from booming to a whisper, and then, with a THUD, he collapsed to the floor!
The confident and cold expression on Huang Jisheng’s face vanished.
He rushed forward to check his pulse.
Wu Shaojie cried out in alarm, “Dad!
What’s wrong?!”
Shen Youwei stared at the scene, stunned, then took a sharp, nervous breath.
‘Yang Yi was actually right?
Huang Jisheng, a Divine Doctor on par with an Imperial Physician, failed to cure Wu Wenjing?!’
Wu Shaojie ran to Wu Wenjing’s side, his expression frantic as he looked at his unconscious father, whose face was now turning dark.
“Divine Doctor Huang, what in the world is happening?”
Huang Jisheng’s face was grave.
After checking the pulse, his expression grew even uglier.
“Let me check again!”
With that, Huang Jisheng took out his silver needles, preparing to use his acupuncture technique again.
Yang Yi’s voice cut in, “It’s useless.
The more you use the needles, the worse Wu Wenjing’s condition will get.”
Huang Jisheng ignored him, stubbornly continuing to insert the needles.
And just as he inserted the fourth needle, Wu Wenjing’s entire body began to convulse violently.
Huang Jisheng’s face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly removed the needles.
By now, cold sweat was beading on his forehead.
Seeing him helpless, Wu Shaojie looked as if he’d been struck by lightning, completely stunned!
Shen Youwei, on the other hand, said with pleasant surprise, “Yang Yi, you were actually right!”
Wu Shaojie shuddered and turned to look at Yang Yi.
In an instant, a glimmer of hope burst forth in his eyes.
He scrambled over to Yang Yi and, with a PLOP, dropped to his knees.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
He slapped his own face hard.
“Please, I’m begging you, save my dad!
You said it before, you can save my dad!”
Yang Yi hadn’t expected him to admit defeat so readily.
A strange feeling washed over him.
‘Could it be that this Wu Shaojie is actually a filial son?’
Shen Youwei snorted, her tone icy.
“Why aren’t you begging your Divine Doctor Huang anymore?”
“If you had listened to even a little of what Yang Yi said, President Wu wouldn’t be in this state!”
Wu Shaojie was terrified and completely at a loss, as if his world would collapse if his father died.
“Miss Shen, I was wrong!
I was blind!
Please, put in a good word for me, save my dad!
I’m begging you!”
Shen Youwei felt a sense of satisfaction.
She gave a delicate huff and glanced at Yang Yi.
Whether to save him or not was up to Yang Yi.
She had no right to demand anything of him.
“Get up.”
Yang Yi said calmly, “I told you yesterday I would resolve your father’s illness, and I’m a man of my word.”
Wu Shaojie said gratefully, “Thank you!
Thank you!”
Yang Yi walked forward and said to Huang Jisheng, “Divine Doctor Huang, are you not moving aside because you intend to struggle a little longer?”
Huang Jisheng’s face went from pale to livid, but he still scowled and stepped aside.
Yang Yi took out a few silver needles and inserted them into Wu Wenjing’s body with what looked like casual jabs.
Seeing this, Huang Jisheng’s expression changed abruptly, his gaze instantly becoming serious!
He could tell with a single glance that Yang Yi’s acupuncture skills were by no means poor—they might even surpass his own.
Yang Yi’s seemingly random placement of the needles quickly stabilized Wu Wenjing’s breathing, and his face was no longer as pale as snow.
Wu Shaojie watched this, indescribably thrilled.
The grown man looked like he was about to cry.
Two minutes later, Wu Wenjing woke up.
“I…
did I just pass out?” he asked weakly.
Wu Shaojie said in a panic, “Dad, you suddenly collapsed!
No matter what Divine Doctor Huang did, it didn’t work.
You almost died!”
“It was Divine Doctor Yang who saved you!
He really does seem to be better than Divine Doctor Huang!”
Hearing this, Huang Jisheng’s expression shifted slightly, and he let out a displeased snort.
Wu Wenjing was embarrassed and said apprehensively, “Divine Doctor Yang, I’m sorry…”
Yang Yi said calmly, “Save it for later.”
Wu Wenjing could only lie there awkwardly, not daring to disturb Yang Yi any further.
Three minutes later, Yang Yi removed all the silver needles.
Wu Wenjing immediately stood up and bowed gratefully.
“Divine Doctor Yang, I apologize for everything that just happened.
I’m so sorry!”