He looked at the old man and said nonchalantly, "Just because you can't cure it doesn't mean no one else can. Just because your medical skills are lacking doesn't mean everyone else's are. Heh, one cannot speak of ice to a summer insect."
The man's words were so vicious, Ye Feng had no intention of indulging him.
"You..." The old man's expression darkened instantly. He stared at Ye Feng and said coldly, "You're young, but you've got quite an attitude. How dare you look down on me? Do you know who I am? Let me tell you, I'm Wang Genzhi, the vice president of the Provincial Chinese Medicine Hospital..."
"Genzhi?" Ye Feng snickered. "With your skill level, you're an insult to that name!"
"You..." The old man's face turned livid. He pointed at Ye Feng and ground out through clenched teeth,
"You arrogant brat! I'm going to stand right here and watch. If you actually have the skill to cure the old master, then fine, we can let this go. But if you don't, this won't end here today!"
Ye Feng nodded and looked at the young man. "Get me a pen and paper."
The young man brought over a pen and paper and handed them to Ye Feng. He glared at him and said coldly, "You'd better remember this. If you can't cure my grandfather, you'll be joining Cao Bin in a prison cell."
Ye Feng ignored him, taking Cao Bin's prescription sheet. He made a few quick changes, then handed it back to Cao Bin. "Fill this prescription. Decoct it immediately, and have him drink each dose as soon as it's prepared."
Just as Cao Bin was about to take the prescription, the old man snatched it out of his hand. After a single glance, he shrieked.
"The pharmacopoeia dictates that the maximum dosage for Aconite is no more than fifteen grams, yet you dare use two hundred! Have you ever fucking studied medicine? Do you understand anything about it at all?"
Ye Feng looked at the old man and replied breezily, "Oh, you know the rules, all right. But can you cure the disease?"
That verbal crit nearly emptied the old man's health bar. His face turned green with rage. He whipped his head around to the young man and yelled,
"Young Master Yuan, let me tell you, this isn't life-saving medicine, it's lethal poison! You absolutely cannot give this to the old master!"
The young man immediately grew hesitant.
Ye Feng looked at the young man and said nonchalantly, "Didn't the old man say the patient was incurable? How much worse can it get? Might as well treat a dead horse like a live one."
The young man's nose was knocked out of joint. Something about those words just didn't sit right with him.
He glared at Ye Feng, gritted his teeth, and said, "Don't you forget, if you can't cure my grandfather, you'd better be ready for a prison cell!"
With that, he tossed the prescription to Cao Bin.
The old doctor standing nearby glared at Ye Feng and said coldly, "Just you wait for that prison cell. This is the price you pay for your arrogance!"
But Ye Feng paid him no mind whatsoever.
A short while later, Cao Bin finished decocting the medicine. He brought it over and poured it straight down the old master's throat.
The old doctor looked at the young man and said, "Young Master Yuan, don't blame me for being blunt, but you should call your father and have him come back. I am certain that within the hour, this dose will kill your grandfather. He'll be dead from the poison."
The young man hesitated for a moment before finally picking up his phone and making the call.
However, an hour later, not only had the old master not died from the poison, but he had also successfully relieved himself. The drum-like swelling in his abdomen had noticeably subsided, and his vitality had clearly improved.
Now, even the young man could see it: Ye Feng's medicine was working.
The old doctor stood there, completely dumbfounded.
Cao Bin brought up the second dose of medicine and poured it straight down the old master's throat.
An hour later, the old master—who hadn't been able to take even a drop of water for a month and was barely clinging to life with an IV drip—actually cried out for food.
After the third dose, the old master miraculously sat up!
After the fourth dose, the old master, who had been bedridden for three months, was able to stand with a cane and move around with some difficulty!
The old doctor, standing off to the side, was completely petrified. 'Late-stage liver cancer... this is a patient with late-stage liver cancer!'
Ye Feng looked at Cao Bin and said calmly, "Reduce the Aconite dose to one hundred fifty grams. Tomorrow morning, reduce it to one hundred grams. Continue administering that dosage, and have him come to me for a follow-up appointment later."
Cao Bin nodded excitedly, then looked at Ye Feng with a puzzled expression. "Master, the only difference between my prescription and yours was the dosage of Aconite. Why was mine ineffective while yours had such immediate results?"
Ye Feng looked at Cao Bin and explained calmly, "The soul of this anti-cancer formula is the yang-restoring, life-saving property of Aconite. By reducing its dosage, you removed the soul from the prescription. Of course it didn't work."
Cao Bin nodded, his face full of admiration. "Thank you for your lesson, Master. This disciple will remember it!"
Ye Feng turned to leave. Only then did the old doctor finally realize he had just met a peerless master.
He could no longer contain himself. He rushed forward, fell to his knees before Ye Feng with a THUD, and cried out,
"Master, I'm convinced! I'm truly convinced! Please, accept me as your disciple!"
But Ye Feng ignored him completely and walked straight out.
The old doctor's face turned pale. 'He obviously has no intention of forgiving me!'
When Ye Feng reached the door, he saw a square-jawed man in a Zhongshan suit rushing toward him, his face etched with anxiety.
The man hurried past Ye Feng into the room and cried out,
"Dad, are you all right...?"
But he trailed off mid-sentence when he saw the old master standing in the room, pacing back and forth with the help of a cane. The man froze on the spot, dumbstruck.
This newcomer was none other than Yuan Long, the head of Jiangcheng!
He had received the call from his son, Yuan Hao, and immediately pulled away from his packed schedule to rush back. He had thought this was it, his final farewell to his father, but he never could have imagined finding him in this state.
Just then, Yuan Hao rushed over to Yuan Long and quickly explained what had happened.
Upon hearing the story, Yuan Long spun around, rushed to the doorway, and grabbed Ye Feng's hand. "Divine Doctor Ye," he said, his voice thick with emotion, "thank you for saving my father's life. I am eternally grateful."
With that, he pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Ye Feng. "Divine Doctor Ye, this is my card. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me."
Ye Feng accepted the card, said his farewells, and left. He went straight back to the Linjiang Villa District, collapsed into bed, and fell asleep.
「The next morning」
Ye Feng slept in until ten. He finally got up, got ready, and drove toward the Xiao family estate.
As soon as he reached the gate to the Xiao family's home, he heard Xiao Yufei's urgent voice from inside:
"Dad, is there any news about Ye Feng yet?"
Xiao Gang's sigh followed immediately after. "Our people have been searching this whole time and haven't found anything. I'm afraid he's... gone."
Xiao Yufei cried out, "I went to Baihui Company, but Liu San and his men weren't there. I tried calling Lin Yunlong, but his phone is still off. I bet he couldn't get the favor done, so now he can't even face me to call back.
"The odds are really against Ye Feng... Oh, why did I ever let him go collect that debt?! It's all my fault! I'm the one who got him killed!"
Her voice was filled with remorse.
Standing at the entrance, Ye Feng's heart warmed as he listened. 'This girl's actually pretty decent.' He walked straight inside, looked at Xiao Yufei, and said with a smile,
"I'm, uh, perfectly fine!"
Xiao Yufei turned, and her eyes lit up when she saw Ye Feng. But in the next instant, her expression soured. She glared at him and roared, "Where did you run off to last night? Your phone was off when I called! Do you have any idea how worried I was? I was worried sick!"
Ye Feng just smiled. "Worried about what?"
"Do you have any idea who you offended? You offended Cui Biao, Master Cui—the underground emperor of Jiangcheng!
"Do you know who Master Cui is? He's the kind of monster who eats people whole and doesn't even spit out the bones, you get it?" Xiao Yufei yelled, fuming.
Ye Feng was still smiling. "Eats people and doesn't spit out the bones? He can't be all that. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine!"
Xiao Gang, who was standing nearby, stared at Ye Feng and asked with a puzzled look, "Ye Feng, I heard you offended Liu San, which brought Master Cui down on you. How did you manage to escape from him?"
Ye Feng was about to answer when an arrogant voice boomed from the doorway. "That would be because I interceded with Master Cui and begged him to let this guy go."
As the voice faded, a young man in an Armani suit and wearing a Vacheron Constantin watch strode into the room.