Chapter 33 - Poisoning

Since Fang Nan Xiang had spoken, Ding Yufen found it hard to refuse further and took Ye Chenfeng to Zhao Qihua’s room.In her heart, she completely doubted that Ye Chenfeng could save her husband, as no matter how she looked at him, Ye Chenfeng did not seem like a person with exceptional medical skills.

Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but wryly smile in his heart, regretting that he hadn’t gone back to get money himself!

At the time, he had let Zhao Wanting pay because he wanted to avoid the hassle, but now he was not only catching flak for it, but the situation had also become even more troublesome!

The faint scent of medicinal liquid wafted through the room.

Zhao Qihua was lying on the bed with his eyes tightly shut, his face as gaunt as skin and bones.

He had an IV drip in his hand that incessantly supplied him with nutrients.

He had been in a coma for a full three months and had only been able to maintain his life through these nutrient solutions, or else he would have long since died.

Ye Chenfeng walked to the bedside and, upon seeing Zhao Qihua’s pale face tinged with black, his brows involuntarily frowned.

He immediately placed his palm on Zhao Qihua’s chest, channelling a gentle stream of Soul Force into Zhao Qihua’s body.

About two minutes later, Ye Chenfeng withdrew his hand.

His suspicions were correct; Zhao Qihua had not fallen ill, but was poisoned.

After a rough detection by Soul Force, the poison in Zhao Qihua’s body was no simple matter; it appeared to be a high-tech toxin, undetectable by ordinary medical equipment.

Otherwise, so many authoritative doctors in Tianhai wouldn’t have been at a loss.

If the toxin within Zhao Qihua’s body was not cleared soon, he would only be able to live for one more month at most.

“How is it?

Can you cure Chairman Zhao’s disease?” Fang Nan Xiang asked, looking expectantly at the contemplative Ye Chenfeng.

“It shouldn’t be a problem.” Although the current doctors were helpless against this high-tech toxin, Ye Chenfeng believed he could remove the toxin from Zhao Qihua’s body with the help of Soul Force and acupuncture.

However, at this moment, Ye Chenfeng was not ready to reveal the true cause of Zhao Qihua’s condition.

With his intelligence, even if he thought with his buttocks, he could figure out that Zhao Qihua’s poisoning was entirely orchestrated by someone.

So, he decided it was best to cure Zhao Qihua first!

This time Ye Chenfeng felt that he had really shortchanged himself.

Removing the toxin from Zhao Qihua’s body would require a great deal of effort, yet he had only charged a mere fifty thousand yuan for the treatment.

Considering the Zhaos’ wealth, he should have charged at least a million yuan, as he believed that no one else in Huaxia Country except him could cure Zhao Qihua.

Of course, that would be a different story if the antidote for the toxin was available.

Ye Chenfeng took out the silver needles, sterilized them briefly with a lighter, and inserted them into the acupuncture points on Zhao Qihua’s chest and abdomen, a total of eighteen needles.

His movements were seamless, without the slightest hesitation.

Ye Chenfeng’s fluid needlework made Ding Yufen, who had previously doubted him, see him in a new light.

She had initially thought her daughter was causing trouble without cause after hearing Wan Kai’s words.

But now, she no longer thought so and even saw a glimmer of hope, her expression growing tense.

The seemingly simple eighteen needles from Ye Chenfeng were actually meant to concentrate the toxin in Zhao Qihua’s body into one area, making it easier for Ye Chenfeng to remove.

As the right time approached, Ye Chenfeng pressed his palm against Zhao Qihua’s chest and continued to infuse a steady flow of Soul Force into his body.

His complexion grew paler, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and cheeks.

With the infusion of Soul Force, Zhao Qihua’s slightly blackened face began to take on a healthy glow, and a visible wisp of vapor rose from his body.

This caused everyone present to have their hearts in their throats.

They truly wondered if they were watching a movie!

Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have believed such a thing was possible.

Minutes and seconds passed, and as time went on, Zhao Qihua’s complexion became more and more rosy.

Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng withdrew his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and gasped for breath erratically.

“Pu——”

Zhao Qihua suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of sticky black blood, staining the blanket a dark hue.

Seeing Zhao Qihua truly wake up from his coma, Ding Yufen, excited, was the first to rush forward and embrace him.

Her eyes brimming with tears, she said, “Qihua, I knew you would be okay, I just knew it.”

Since Zhao Qihua had fallen into a coma, Ding Yufen had been unable to eat or sleep.

After she had consulted all the authoritative doctors in Tianhai, and even summoned international experts, the exorbitant fees they charged did nothing to help Zhao Qihua.

One could say that Ding Yufen had completely given up hope, thinking the chances of Zhao Qihua waking up were next to none.

Yet, a miracle happened right before her eyes, and it revived her once ashen heart.

Wan Kai, standing by, showed a flash of disappointment on his face when he saw Zhao Qihua regain consciousness, his eyes darkly fixated on him.

However, he quickly returned to normal.

Although Ye Chenfeng was meditating, he didn’t miss Wan Kai’s series of abnormal behaviors.

He was ninety percent certain that Wan Kai was connected to Zhao Qihua’s poisoning.

Fang Nanxiang had sensed the extraordinary aura emanating from Ye Chenfeng’s body and thus allowed him to try and save Zhao Qihua.

After all, Zhao’s condition was terrible, and letting Ye Chenfeng have a go was not a big deal—what was there to lose?

It could only add a glimmer of hope!

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For a moment, his gaze towards Ye Chenfeng was filled with gratitude.

Ding Yufen recounted everything that had happened in the past few days to Zhao Qihua.

Her gaze towards Ye Chenfeng was full of guilt and apology, and her attitude took a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn as she said, “Mr.

Ye, I offended you earlier, and I apologize for that.”

Ding Yufen’s apology came from the heart.

Recalling how she had rudely asked Ye Chenfeng to leave earlier, she now felt a chilling fear, realizing she had nearly destroyed the chance to save her husband.

The just-awakened Zhao Qihua felt a slight stuffiness in his chest.

Listening to Ding Yufen slowly recount the recent events, and hearing that the young man before him had saved his life, he hurriedly said, “Mr.

Ye, thank you for saving my life.”

Zhao Wanting, who had been attentively watching Ye Chenfeng’s entire rescue process, was overwhelmed with joy and tears.

She had known that Ye Chenfeng would be able to awake her father—it was a woman’s pure sixth sense.

“Mr.

Ye, you saved my life, so regarding the treatment fee, just name your price!” Zhao Qihua said straightforwardly.

“Dad, I’ve already given Chenfeng fifty thousand yuan,” said Zhao Wanting, somewhat awkwardly.

The name “Chenfeng” had already become more natural for her to say.

Fifty thousand yuan?

This brought both Fang Nanxiang and Ding Yufen not only embarrassment but shame.

They had consulted so many famous doctors, and each visit easily cost hundreds of thousands, if not millions, but none had been effective.

Yet the person Zhao Wanting brought for fifty thousand yuan had managed to heal Zhao Qihua?

This made them feel an urge to bang their heads against a wall.

Ye Chenfeng truly wanted to spank Zhao Wanting hard on the bottom.

For fifty thousand yuan, he had worked himself to the bone, like a dead dog.

It simply wasn’t worth it.

In the near future, Ye Chenfeng still had to implement his business empire plan!

He was seriously short on cash at the moment; the three million yuan he had skimmed from Yunhu Group wouldn’t suffice for much.

“Wanting, stop messing around.

I must properly thank Mr.

Ye,” Zhao Qihua scolded, knowing from Ding Yufen that without Ye Chenfeng’s intervention, he probably wouldn’t have had long before meeting King Yama.

“Mr.

Zhao, if it’s convenient, I would like to talk to you in private,” said Ye Chenfeng, feeling it necessary to personally inform Zhao Qihua about the poisoning.

Zhao Qihua looked at Ye Chenfeng quizzically but without asking for a reason, said, “You all go out.”