Chapter 92 - The Annoying Old Man

Many wealthy businessmen who were barred from entering the room whispered to one another.Since Zhao Qihua had taken full responsibility for the incident, they had nothing to worry about and actually hoped that Old Master Zou would truly pass away. The source of this content ɪs NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

Then there would be quite a show to watch.

They were curious to see if Zhao Qihua could withstand the fury of the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee.

Standing amongst the crowd, Xie Pan’an’s lips curled with a hint of a smile.

He was now certain that Ye Chenfeng had some sort of connection with the Zhaos.

He had also covertly inquired about Old Master Zou’s condition from his personal physician and learned that it was extremely dire; the doctor had said without hospitalization there’s definitely no hope of survival, but of course, he didn’t mention that even with hospital care there was no hope either.

The worse Old Master Zou’s condition became, the happier Xie Pan’an felt.

Recalling how he had been humiliated in front of everyone by Ye Chenfeng just a while ago, how could he swallow this affront?

Now that the Zhaos were involved in the matter too, wasn’t this a case of killing two birds with one stone?

Should anything happen to Old Master Zou, both the Zhaos and Ye Chenfeng would be implicated.

The Zhaos’ and Xies’ economic strength were comparable in Tianhai; if the Zhaos were removed from Tianhai, the Xies could certainly rise to a higher level.

This was an opportunity that came once in a blue moon; thus, Xie Pan’an was internally cursing, hoping that Old Master Zou would not wake up.

While these people harbored their own schemes outside the room, Ye Chenfeng was inside, unable to relax for a moment.

Relying on The Seven Extremities Needles, he continuously infused Soul Force through the silver needles into the seven acupoints on Old Master Zou’s chest.

This control of the Soul Force had to be incredibly precise.

If the Soul Force was infused too violently, not to mention pulling Old Master Zou back from Ghost Gate Pass, the frail heart of the old man could very likely burst under the intense Soul Force; but if the Soul Force was infused too weakly, it wouldn’t even be enough to stimulate the heartbeat, let alone restore the heart’s function.

Thus, Ye Chenfeng had to meticulously control the infusion of the Soul Force, ensuring it was neither too strong nor too weak, introducing it with an even and appropriate force—truly, a skillful task!

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed.

Ye Chenfeng’s face remained devoid of relaxation, beads of sweat the size of soybeans popped out on his forehead, and his back was thoroughly soaked with sweat.

It is said that a man looks his best and most attractive when he’s serious, and this saying couldn’t be more accurate.

Both Zhao Wanting and Bai Xueling were fixated on Ye Chenfeng, their beautiful eyes unblinking as if under a spell, unable to tear their gaze away from Ye Chenfeng’s serious expression.

Another half hour passed, and a slight smile began to form on the corners of Ye Chenfeng’s mouth.

He exhaled softly and deftly removed all the silver needles from Old Master Zou’s chest, then wiped off the cluster of sweat on his forehead.

“Chenfeng, is Old Master Zou out of danger?” Seeing Ye Chenfeng removing the needles, Zhao Qihua who was standing by quickly asked, anxious for an answer.

Before Ye Chenfeng could reply, Old Master Zou on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone in the room, filled with confusion.

Zhao Qihua promptly briefed Zou Zedong about the entire incident in broad strokes, resulting in Zou Zedong occasionally directing his gaze at Ye Chenfeng.

Zou Zedong was seventy-three this year, and in normal circumstances, he should have retired.

But as a man who disliked idleness and whose son was the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, he still firmly held the position of Director at Tianhai Hospital.

This old man was not only restless but also a medical enthusiast!

In his youth, he did many things that made people both cry and laugh.

In ancient times, Shennong tasted a hundred herbs, and, astonishingly, when he was young, Old Master Zou wanted to imitate that, which nearly cost him his life.

However, Old Master Zou did possess some skill in medicine, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to become the director of Tianhai Hospital.

Bai Xueling, seeing that Old Master Zou, who had been on the brink of death, was truly awakened by Ye Chenfeng, found her thoughts even more jumbled.

The image of Ye Chenfeng had been entirely overturned.

If such a man was just a fool with a panic disorder, then there were very few normal people in the world.

Zou Zedong, his murky eyes shining with a sharp light, knew his own health condition.

Even with daily medication, he estimated he didn’t have much longer to live, but after waking up this time, he felt much more comfortable.

He looked at Zhao Qihua and asked, “I suppose this young brother must be the Divine Doctor who woke you up?”

In the three months that Zhao Qihua was comatose, Zou Zedong had personally reviewed his condition and believed that no one in this world could awaken Zhao Qihua.

Who knew that later he would receive news that Zhao Qihua had actually come around?

Therefore, he hurried straight to the Zhaos’ to visit, wanting to know who had awakened Zhao Qihua.

But Zhao Qihua was no ingrate; knowing that Ye Chenfeng disliked being disturbed, he made up many excuses to put the matter off.

However, that night, he could no longer hide it, and with a hint of apology, Zhao Qihua glanced at Ye Chenfeng, then spoke to Old Master Zou, “Chenfeng is indeed the Divine Doctor who awakened me.”

Upon hearing this, Zou Zedong immediately sprang up from the bed, his movements even more nimble than those of young people!

Watching him, Zhao Qihua’s eyelids twitched, and he quickly advised, “Old Master Zou, please take it easy.” He feared that the old man, just awakened, might faint again in his excitement.

Zou Zedong paid no attention to Zhao Qihua, his face full of excitement as he gripped Ye Chenfeng’s hand tightly and said, “Young man, no wonder you could utter such resounding and forceful words just now.

I had no idea you were the Divine Doctor who awakened Zhao Qihua!

No, you must come to work at Tianhai Hospital!

There are many, many people in this world waiting for you to save them!”

Ye Chenfeng’s hand was grasped by Zou Zedong, looking at the old man in front of him who was overly excited and quite lost, he finally realized that he had stirred up trouble once again.

He had no intention of being a doctor; every day around the world, how many people die from illnesses!

Could he, Ye Chenfeng, save them all by himself?

Besides, he was not a Good Samaritan, nor did he have the lofty ideal of saving lives and helping the wounded.

If he encountered someone falling ill in front of him, and the person did not repulse him, he might casually lend a hand.

But as for being a full-time doctor, Ye Chenfeng had never considered it.

“Old Master, I’ve never thought of being a doctor, so I’m afraid I cannot accept your request,” Ye Chenfeng withdrew his hand and politely declined.

A trace of displeasure appeared on Zou Zedong’s face, and then he said, “If you don’t agree today, don’t think of leaving this room, unless you step over my body.”

Zou Zedong was really quite a character!

After all, he was well over seventy and the director of a hospital, yet he threw a tantrum in front of Ye Chenfeng?