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 Miracle Doctor Chapter 611

Li Lao’s sudden reaction startled Professor Qian and the driver, Xiao Wang, in the front seat.

Screech!

Xiao Wang slammed on the brakes, and both he and Professor Qian turned to look at Li Lao.

“Li Lao, what’s wrong?” Professor Qian asked.

“Nothing, just recalled something. Sorry for startling you both, haha…” Li Lao chuckled, then asked, “Have Old Zhang and Old Nie arrived yet?”

The “Old Zhang” and “Old Nie” he mentioned were the renowned traditional Chinese medicine masters, Zhang Jiuling and Nie Xueliang.

Professor Qian replied, “My brother went to pick up Zhang Lao and Nie Lao. They’re on their way back to Suzhou-Hangzhou too—should arrive before us.”

Li Lao nodded slightly. “Then let’s hurry along!”

Professor Qian glanced at Li Lao again, noticing an irrepressible excitement in his expression.

What could have thrilled Li Lao so much?

Puzzled, Professor Qian instructed the driver, “Xiao Wang, drive.”

“Yes, sir!”

Xiao Wang restarted the car and continued forward.

Li Lao closed his eyes again, his heart buzzing with excitement.

“To think I’d witness the long-lost Heaven-Mending Hand on this remote highway.”

“The Heaven-Mending Hand was a peerless bone-setting technique from the Ming Dynasty, developed by a hundred imperial physicians pooling their expertise. It has thirty-six forms.”

“If I hadn’t seen the first form in my ancestor’s medical texts, I wouldn’t have recognized what that young man was using.”

“That young man—he’s a medical genius.”

“With such talent in Chinese medicine, how could it not flourish?”

“Pity, Old Qian’s on death’s door, waiting for me to save him. Otherwise, I’d have loved to chat with that lad.”

Li Lao sighed at the thought.

But soon, he relaxed.

“That young man’s skills are extraordinary. Even if he’s unknown now, it won’t be long before he makes a name for himself in medicine. We’ll meet again eventually.”

“Here’s hoping that day comes soon!”

—

On the highway.

Ye Qiu employed the Heaven-Mending Hand to heal the injured driver’s fractures, then gave him a full checkup.

Fortunately, beyond the areas Ye Qiu treated, the driver had only minor scrapes.

“Time to remove the needles.”

Ye Qiu withdrew the five golden needles from the driver’s head.

Afterward, he massaged the driver’s nape for a bit, then waited quietly.

Thirty seconds later.

The unconscious driver’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing a young face.

A handsome young man with a faint, reassuring smile.

“He’s awake!”

The crowd erupted in amazement.

Hearing the noise, the driver turned his head, asking dazedly, “W-Where am I?”

“You were in a car accident and passed out. This is the highway,” Ye Qiu explained, adding, “I’m a doctor.”

“Car accident?” The driver froze, then paled, grabbing Ye Qiu’s hands. “Doctor, am I dying? Can you save me?”

“My mortgage isn’t paid off, my kid’s in elementary school, my wife’s jobless—I can’t die!”

“Please, doctor, save me!”

Ye Qiu sighed inwardly. The adult world was never easy—sickness and injury hit hard.

“Don’t worry, I’ve treated your injuries. Only a head wound’s left. Lie still—I’ll fix it.”

Ye Qiu drew a scar-removal talisman.

In moments, the gash on the driver’s forehead healed visibly, leaving no trace.

The onlookers were stunned.

“My God, the wound vanished in a blink—no scar! This doctor’s incredible!”

“Beyond incredible—a miracle worker!”

“That driver was half-dead—lucky he met this healer!”

“This must be what they call bringing the dead back to life!”

“…”

Grateful, the driver looked at Ye Qiu. “Thank you, doctor.”

“No need to thank me,” Ye Qiu said. “I’ve healed all your injuries. If you’re still worried, get a full checkup at a hospital later.”

“You got lucky meeting me this time, but luck runs out. Don’t drive tired—it harms you and others.”

“Countless roads, safety first. Drive reckless, and loved ones weep.”

“Mm.” The driver nodded firmly, still unmoving since Ye Qiu hadn’t said he could.

“You’re fine now—move if you want.” Ye Qiu reached to help.

Instead, the driver dodged, dropping to his knees.

“Doctor, thank you for saving me! I’m no good with words—don’t know how to repay you. Let me kowtow!”

Bang, bang, bang! Three loud kowtows.

“Get up!” Ye Qiu lifted him, serious. “I’m a doctor. Saving lives is my duty—no need for this.”

The crowd buzzed with praise.

“So young, so kind, and with such ethics—rare!”

“These days, some doctors chase cash—red envelopes get you care, nothing gets you brushed off. A doctor like him? Too few.”

“If every doctor put saving lives first, the world’d be better.”

“He’ll be a world-famous healer someday, mark my words!”

“…”

Ye Qiu bid the driver farewell and returned to the bus.

Instantly, passengers swarmed him with ailments.

“Doctor, my rheumatism flares in bad weather—your skills are amazing, help me!”

“Doctor, my back’s shot—can you needle me? I trust Chinese medicine, not Western!”

“Doctor, got a kidney tonic recipe? Hook me up!”

Even a plump sixty-five-year-old woman chimed in, “Doctor, I’m sixty-five—can I still have a son?”

Ye Qiu: “???”

—

At 10:30 PM, Ye Qiu reached Jiangzhou.

“Mom’s asleep by now. I’ll head to Sister Lin’s.”

He made for Lin Jingzhi’s place, hoping to surprise her—only to stumble on a secret instead.

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After arriving at Lin Jingzhi’s residence, Ye Qiu found the villa shrouded in darkness, not a single light visible.

“Eh, could Lin Jie already be asleep?”

Ye Qiu felt a bit surprised.

From what he knew, Lin Jingzhi was a workaholic, typically not going to bed until after midnight.

“She’s probably been swamped with work lately and worn herself out.”

“For a woman to manage such a big operation, it’s no easy feat.”

“Better not ring the bell and disturb her sleep.”

With that thought, Ye Qiu swiftly scaled the courtyard wall, reached a corner, and with a light leap, landed on the second-floor corridor.

Then, he tiptoed to Lin Jingzhi’s bedroom door, about to push it open, when suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from inside.

The steps were so light that, without Ye Qiu’s exceptional hearing, he wouldn’t have noticed them at all.

Lin Jie isn’t asleep?

But why no lights?

Ye Qiu grew puzzled. He pressed his ear to the door and listened for a moment, his expression gradually turning cold.

“The person inside isn’t Lin Jie.”

“Could it be a thief?”

Ye Qiu’s heart jolted, and he prepared to burst in. Just then, a low, peculiar sound emerged: “Mmm…”

A woman’s voice?

Ye Qiu was taken aback and immediately activated his Heavenly Eye, peering into the room.

The next second, he was dumbfounded.

Inside Lin Jingzhi’s room stood a woman.

She had her back to Ye Qiu, facing the wardrobe, holding a piece of Lin Jingzhi’s undergarment. She lifted it to her nose, tilted her head back, and inhaled deeply, savoring the scent.

This scene completely blindsided Ye Qiu.

He scanned the room again but saw no sign of Lin Jingzhi, meaning she hadn’t returned home.

Ye Qiu’s gaze returned to the woman.

“Who is she, and why is she in Lin Jie’s room?”

Ye Qiu frowned. After a while, the woman turned around, revealing a familiar face in his line of sight.

Lin Jingzhi’s assistant, Sun Mengjie!

“Bloody hell, no way?” Ye Qiu was so shocked his eyes nearly popped out.

He’d never imagined Sun Mengjie had such a bizarre quirk.

“She seems so proper usually, but to think she has this kind of fetish. The ancients were right—you can’t judge a person by their appearance.”

Next, Ye Qiu watched as Sun Mengjie pulled Lin Jingzhi’s undergarments from the wardrobe one by one—lace, sheer, leopard print…

All sorts of styles, at least twenty or thirty pieces!

Sun Mengjie brought each one to her nose, sniffed deeply twice, closed her eyes in rapture, then carefully placed them back in the wardrobe.

Finally, she opened a drawer and took out a black qipao.

Ye Qiu recognised it—he’d seen Lin Jingzhi wear it once, and they’d had quite an intimate time together in it.

What’s she up to?

As Ye Qiu wondered, Sun Mengjie shed her own clothes and slipped into Lin Jingzhi’s qipao.

Her figure was curvaceous and striking.

The qipao was short, making Sun Mengjie’s legs appear especially long, slender, and straight like chopsticks.

Of course, her legs were naturally long to begin with.

With her wine-red, ear-length bob and the qipao, she exuded a charm far beyond her usual self.

“How did I not notice before? Sun Mengjie’s figure is incredible. If she entered a supermodel contest, it’d be a crime if she didn’t win first place.”

Ye Qiu marvelled inwardly.

Two minutes later, Sun Mengjie reluctantly took off the qipao. As Ye Qiu glanced over, he suddenly noticed a knife scar on her back.

The scar ran from her spine down to her waist, at least twenty centimetres long.

It was startling!

Though the scar had long healed, it hadn’t been treated well at the time, leaving it looking like a centipede—somewhat gruesome.

“How does a woman end up with such a severe knife wound?”

“It seems Sun Mengjie’s hiding some secrets!”

Unaware that someone outside was watching her every move, Sun Mengjie folded the qipao neatly, returned it to the drawer, then lifted the quilt and slipped into bed, lying there for a while before getting out.

But she wasn’t done.

She picked up a photo frame from the bedside table, gazing tenderly at Lin Jingzhi’s picture.

Moments later, she closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and slowly leaned toward the photo.

Smack!

One kiss, two, three…

“What the hell, what’s she doing?”

“Does she fancy Lin Jie?”

“A woman liking a woman? That’s terrifying!”

Ye Qiu felt a chill run through him.

After kissing Lin Jingzhi’s photo for a while, Sun Mengjie smiled with satisfaction, wiped off the lipstick and saliva, and placed the frame back where it belonged.

Finally, she circled the room, seemingly checking for any traces she might have left behind.

As she prepared to leave, her gaze suddenly landed on a white shirt hanging on the rack.

It was one Lin Jingzhi had bought for Ye Qiu during a shopping trip a couple of days ago.

A flash of resentment crossed Sun Mengjie’s eyes as she gritted her teeth and muttered, “You’re just a lowly doctor. What right do you have to win President Lin’s heart?”

“And you’re out there flirting left and right, with no regard for President Lin’s feelings. You don’t deserve her at all.”

“If President Lin didn’t like you, and I wasn’t worried about breaking her heart, I’d kill you.”

“Hmph, in this world, not a single man is any good!”

“Let me tell you, President Lin is mine. You can’t take her from me.”

“Though she’s with you now, it’s only temporary. I’m the one who truly loves her, and one day, she’ll see my devotion.”

Ye Qiu, outside the door, heard every word clearly.

What the heck?

Sun Mengjie actually likes Lin Jie?

“This woman’s unhinged!”

“She says no man is any good—that’s nonsense. At least I’m a good one.”

“From the look of it, she’s got a severe case of misandry.”

“This won’t do. Letting her stay by Lin Jie’s side is too dangerous. I can’t be with Lin Jie all the time, and if she does something harmful to her one day, it’ll be trouble.”

“So, there’s only one solution…”

“Cure her misandry!”

Ye Qiu quickly made up his mind.

“Sun Mengjie, Sun Mengjie, I must say, meeting me is your lucky day. If I weren’t so kind-hearted, I wouldn’t bother with you.”

With a whoosh, Ye Qiu burst into the room and pinned Sun Mengjie to the bed.

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After finishing everything, Sun Mengjie turned to leave.

Suddenly, the door was forcefully flung open, and a dark figure rushed in from outside.

Sun Mengjie’s heart skipped a beat. She quickly clenched her fists, but before she could act, she was pinned down onto Lin Jingzhi’s bed.

A masculine scent hit her immediately.

“Get off!”

Sun Mengjie shouted sharply, throwing a punch.

However, before her fist could land, it was caught by a warm hand.

An expert!

Sun Mengjie reacted swiftly, her other hand striking out like lightning.

But to her surprise, that fist was also grabbed before it could connect.

She struggled fiercely, but the other party’s strength was overwhelming. She couldn’t break free and was firmly pinned beneath them, enraging her further. “Get off me!”

“Didn’t expect you to have such a fiery temper.”

Hearing that voice, Sun Mengjie froze.

“You’re Ye Qiu? Ye Qiu, you bastard, let me go now!”

Not only did Ye Qiu not release her, but he grinned cheekily and said, “It’s rare for us to have a moment alone together, and in such a setting. Don’t you think something should happen?”

“What do you want?” Sun Mengjie snapped. “I’m warning you, if you try anything, I’ll tell Lin Jie.”

“Do you think Lin Jie would care?”

After Ye Qiu said this, Sun Mengjie fell silent.

Indeed, would President Lin care?

No, she wouldn’t.

Ye Qiu had several women around him, yet Lin Jingzhi had never shown any signs of jealousy.

Sun Mengjie took a deep breath to calm herself, then asked coldly, “Ye Qiu, what exactly do you want?”

“What do you think?” Ye Qiu replied, pressing his face against hers.

In an instant, Sun Mengjie felt an itchy sensation on her face, as if thousands of ants were crawling over it. It was unbearable, and she roared, “Get off me!”

“What’s wrong, don’t you like me?” Ye Qiu said. “A handsome, capable man like me is a rare find these days.”

“Get lost, get off!”

Sun Mengjie yelled while thrashing violently, her emotions surging.

Ye Qiu sighed inwardly.

As expected, she had misandry, and it was severe.

He released her, stepped back two paces, and turned on the room’s lights.

Sun Mengjie was wearing a white silk nightgown. Though the floral pattern was a bit outdated, her swan-like slender neck, delicate collarbone, and long, fair legs were still captivating.

“What are you looking at?”

Sun Mengjie’s smooth, rosy face flushed with anger, her grape-like eyes blazing with fury.

Yet, in this state, she looked cuter than usual.

“Looking at you!” Ye Qiu said with a smile.

“Don’t look!” Sun Mengjie snapped fiercely. “Keep staring, and I’ll gouge your eyes out!”

“A beautiful woman is like a piece of art, pleasing to the eye.” Ye Qiu’s gaze roamed over her unabashedly, adding, “Sun Mengjie, how did I not notice before? You’re actually quite pretty, just…”

“Just what?” Sun Mengjie asked instinctively.

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it. Hmph, what’s there to talk about with this filthy man?

Besides, nothing good ever comes out of his mouth.

“Have you ever grown roses?” Ye Qiu asked an odd question—at least, it was odd for the moment.

“None of your business,” Sun Mengjie replied curtly.

“If you’ve grown roses, you’d know they’re beautiful, but without water, they wither quickly.”

“Women are like roses. Without a man’s nourishment, they’ll soon fade.”

“So, I think you need me.”

Ye Qiu spoke earnestly, his eyes still wandering over her.

This only deepened Sun Mengjie’s disgust.

“After all that, you’re trying to hit on me?” A cold glint flashed in her eyes.

This bastard, eating from his bowl while eyeing the pot. He’s got President Lin and Bai Bing, yet he’s still not satisfied and wants to make a move on me. I’ll castrate him one day.

Ye Qiu shook his head. “You’ve got it wrong. I’m not hitting on you—you’re the one who needs a man.”

“Lunatic!” Sun Mengjie cursed.

To her surprise, Ye Qiu said, “I’m not crazy, but you are sick.”

“You’re the sick one.”

“Why won’t you believe me? You really are ill,” Ye Qiu stressed.

“Get out—”

Sun Mengjie roared.

This man barged in at midnight, pinned her down, and now claimed she was sick. He must be out of his mind.

“Sun Mengjie, you seem to forget something. Even if someone’s leaving, it should be you,” Ye Qiu said with a laugh. “Don’t forget, this is Lin Jie’s room.”

“You—”

Sun Mengjie’s face turned livid with rage, her fists clenched tight, itching to punch Ye Qiu square in the face.

So infuriating!

All the men in the world are infuriating!

“You just wait.” She glared at him venomously before turning to leave.

“Did I say you could go?”

With a flash, Ye Qiu blocked the doorway, exuding a chilling aura.

Startled by his presence, Sun Mengjie stumbled back a few steps, alarmed. “What do you want?”

Ye Qiu’s face was expressionless as he said, “You’re asking me what I want? I should be asking you—why did you sneak into Lin Jie’s room while she’s away?”

“None of your business.” Though intimidated by his aura, Sun Mengjie didn’t back down verbally.

“Let me tell you, Lin Jie’s affairs are my affairs. Anyone who tries to harm her will end up dead without a burial.”

“I won’t harm President Lin…”

“Of course I know you won’t, or you’d already be a corpse.”

Ye Qiu’s gaze was piercing as he said to her, “I don’t care what your purpose is for staying by Lin Jie’s side, but I suggest you drop those unrealistic fantasies, or I’ll show you what I’m capable of.”

What’s that supposed to mean?

A warning?

Who do you think you are?

Sun Mengjie bristled with discontent and snorted. “Finished? If you’re done, step aside. A good dog doesn’t block the way.”

“I’m not finished.” Ye Qiu then asked, “How did you get that knife scar on your back?”

“How do you know about that?” Sun Mengjie’s head snapped up, her eyes locking onto Ye Qiu.

He didn’t answer.

She quickly pieced it together, fury igniting in her eyes as she shouted, “You bastard, you spied on me?”

“That’s not important. What matters is, if you tell me how you got that scar, I’ll help you remove it,” Ye Qiu said. “I guarantee your skin will be as good as new.”

“No need.” With that, Sun Mengjie stormed out in a huff.

Just then, the roar of a car engine echoed from downstairs.

Lin Jingzhi was back!

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Lin Jingzhi was dressed in a white professional outfit, her face adorned with exquisite makeup, her hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding a captivating charm.

She had just stepped out of her sports car when she saw Sun Mengjie approaching quickly.

“Eh, it’s so late, and you’re still up?” Lin Jingzhi asked, a little surprised.

Sun Mengjie glanced at Lin Jingzhi, a fleeting trace of admiration in her eyes, then said, “President Lin, are you hungry? I know a great barbecue place. Shall we go eat?”

“Sure,” Lin Jingzhi agreed readily.

“President Lin, wait a moment, I’ll go change.”

“Alright.”

Sun Mengjie turned to head inside, but then Ye Qiu’s voice called out from the second floor.

“Lin Jie!”

Hearing Ye Qiu’s voice, Lin Jingzhi snapped her head up to look at him, her eyes brimming with affection, practically overflowing. She tossed the car keys to Sun Mengjie. “Go have barbecue by yourself!”

With that, she hurriedly dashed into the villa.

Sun Mengjie stood there, holding the keys, stunned. It wasn’t until she saw Lin Jingzhi reach the second floor and enter the room with Ye Qiu that she snapped out of it, stomping her feet in frustration.

“You bastard, just you wait! I’ll snatch President Lin back from you one day!”

…

Inside the room.

Lin Jingzhi wrapped her arms around Ye Qiu’s neck and said, “Why didn’t you tell me you were back? I could’ve picked you up.”

Ye Qiu smiled. “I wanted to surprise you, but who knew you wouldn’t be home.”

“I was at work.”

Ye Qiu looked at Lin Jingzhi and noticed that in just a few days apart, her face had grown noticeably thinner.

He said with concern, “Lin Jie, with so much going on at the company, you don’t have to handle everything yourself. Delegate some tasks to others. Look, it’s only been a few days, and you’ve already lost weight.”

“Without your nourishment, how could I not slim down?”

Lin Jingzhi winked at Ye Qiu, then whispered in his ear, “But it’s just my face that’s thinner. Other parts haven’t slimmed down at all.”

“I don’t believe you,” Ye Qiu said. “Unless you prove it.”

Lin Jingzhi, fully aware of Ye Qiu’s intentions, didn’t call him out. Instead, she played along with a smile. “Fine, I’ll prove it to you now.”

With that, she let go of his neck, stepped back, and slowly peeled off her professional outfit, then unbuttoned her inner layers until…

She stood completely bare!

Ye Qiu’s eyes widened instantly.

“Believe me now?” Lin Jingzhi asked, feigning shyness in a way that was utterly tantalising.

“I believe you. Lin Jie, you really do look slim in clothes but have plenty of curves underneath,” Ye Qiu said.

“Do you like it?”

“I do.”

“If you like it, what are you waiting for? Don’t you want to?”

A blatant hint.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. If every woman were as understanding as Lin Jingzhi, chasing women would be so much easier for men.

He stepped forward, placed his hands on her shoulders, and said tenderly, “Lin Jie, I missed you so much.”

“Me too.” Lin Jingzhi closed her eyes, slightly tilting her chin up, offering herself freely.

Ye Qiu leaned down, about to kiss her, when Sun Mengjie’s voice came from outside.

“President Lin, I made you a cup of coffee. Shall I bring it in?”

The sudden interruption halted Ye Qiu’s move.

“It’s too late, I don’t want coffee,” Lin Jingzhi replied.

“Oh~” Sun Mengjie let out a faint, disappointed sound, then added, “President Lin, how about you bring Ye Qiu along, and we all go for barbecue? Or I could cook you a bowl of noodles?”

“I’m not hungry. Go to bed!” Lin Jingzhi said.

Unwilling to give up, Sun Mengjie pressed, “President Lin, I saw a cockroach in your room earlier…”

“It’s fine. With Ye Qiu here, I’m not afraid of anything.”

“President Lin, how about I get you some hot water to soak your feet before bed?”

“Enough, Mengjie, are you done nagging? Don’t disturb me and Ye Qiu resting,” Lin Jingzhi said, exasperated.

Sun Mengjie stood outside, clenching her fists, her cheeks puffed with anger.

Ye Qiu, always Ye Qiu!

President Lin actually called me annoying for Ye Qiu’s sake. I—I’m furious!

Before Sun Mengjie could leave, Lin Jingzhi’s voice suddenly rang out from the room, rising and falling in a mix of cries and moans.

In an instant, Sun Mengjie felt her heart shatter.

Tears welled up uncontrollably and spilled down her face.

“President Lin, why can’t you see how I feel about you?”

…

An hour later.

The room fell quiet.

Lin Jingzhi lay on Ye Qiu’s chest, her beautiful face still flushed from exertion, making her even more enchanting.

“Husband, I noticed you came back this time with even more stamina than before,” she said in a sweet, teasing tone. “I’d bought two boxes of sea dog pills for you, but it seems you won’t need them now.”

Ye Qiu chuckled. “My body’s in top shape. I don’t need supplements for stamina.”

“By the way, why did you rush off from Jiangzhou this time? Where’d you go?” Lin Jingzhi asked. “After the press conference that day, Tangtang asked me where you went, and I had to make up an excuse to brush it off.”

“She didn’t get upset, did she?” Ye Qiu asked.

“What, are you worried she’d be mad?” Lin Jingzhi countered.

“How could I be worried about that? She and I are just normal friends. But she came all the way from the capital to Jiangzhou to endorse us, and for free. If she got upset because of me, I’d have to apologise to her later,” Ye Qiu said.

“Don’t worry, she wasn’t upset,” Lin Jingzhi said with a smile. “Not only was Tangtang not mad, she wants to invest. She put three hundred million into our beauty salon.”

Ye Qiu was stunned.

“We didn’t need that investment originally, but I thought it over and agreed in the end. This way, it’ll create opportunities for you two.”

Lin Jingzhi giggled. “Tangtang’s gorgeous, rich, and a top celebrity. Husband, find a way to win her over. I want her as a sister.”

Here we go again!

Ye Qiu was speechless.

Most women dread their man flirting around, but Lin Jingzhi seemed to wish every beautiful woman in the world would end up with him.

Seeing Ye Qiu stay silent, she asked, “Husband, have you rested enough?”

“Mm,” Ye Qiu nodded.

“Then let’s keep going!” Lin Jingzhi flipped over, straddling him, and said, “I’ve learned a few moves from films lately. Don’t you dare beg for mercy later.”

Ye Qiu laughed heartily. “Lin Jie, you say that every time, but it’s always you begging in the end…”

Beep beep beep—

Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang.

The caller ID displayed three characters.

Ninth Thousand Years!

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Ye Qiu’s heart tightened.

A call from Ninth Thousand Years in the dead of night must mean something significant.

What could it be?

“Lin Jie, don’t move. I need to take a call. We’ll continue in a bit,” Ye Qiu said, pressing the answer button. “Ninth Thousand Years, you’re looking for me?”

Ninth Thousand Years got straight to the point. “Ye Qiu, I just received news—your grandfather’s not going to make it.”

Ye Qiu let out a sigh of relief and asked, “You’re calling me this late just to tell me that?”

“What else would it be?”

“I thought it was something major. I’ve got things to do, so I’ll hang up now.”

With that, Ye Qiu ended the call. He couldn’t care less about his grandfather’s life or death.

Back when Ye Wushuang met with misfortune, Qian Jinglan had taken the infant Ye Qiu back to the Qian family in Suzhou-Hangzhou. Instead of receiving care, they were cast out of the family.

For over twenty years, the Qian family had shown no concern for the mother and son, utterly indifferent to their survival.

So why would Ye Qiu care about his grandfather’s fate?

Lin Jingzhi noticed Ye Qiu’s expression sour after hanging up and asked, “What did Ninth Thousand Years want?”

“Nothing much,” Ye Qiu replied, unwilling to elaborate.

Lin Jingzhi was a perceptive woman. Seeing he didn’t want to talk, she didn’t press further. Instead, she expressed her understanding through action.

Soon, Ye Qiu succumbed.

The room filled with delightful sounds once more, lasting until three in the morning.

The next day.

When Ye Qiu woke up, Lin Jingzhi was still asleep. He quietly dressed and left the room.

As he descended the stairs, he spotted a steaming bowl of tomato noodles on the dining table.

Topped with a heart-shaped fried egg and sprinkled with tender green chives, it was a feast for the eyes and nose.

Ye Qiu didn’t hesitate, picking up the bowl and digging in.

Just then, Sun Mengjie emerged from the kitchen. Seeing Ye Qiu eating the noodles, her eyes flared with anger. “Who said you could eat that?”

Sun Mengjie was livid.

“I saw this bowl of noodles sitting here with no one claiming it. It’d be a shame to waste it, so I reluctantly ate it,” Ye Qiu said, ignoring her fury. “Is this yours?”

“I made this breakfast for President Lin with my own hands,” Sun Mengjie’s voice was nearly a growl.

She was furious!

She didn’t normally cook. To make this bowl of noodles, she’d bought a recipe book and studied it for days before attempting it.

Who’d have thought that just as she finished, Ye Qiu would eat it?

“Good thing I ate it. If Lin Jie had, she’d probably scold you,” Ye Qiu said. “It looks and smells great, but the taste is off.”

“The noodles are overcooked, the tomato broth is too thick, and you added too much salt—it’s so salty…”

“Do you know how to fix it when there’s too much salt?”

It was Sun Mengjie’s first time cooking, and she had no grasp of culinary techniques. Suppressing her anger, she asked, “How do you fix it?”

“Simple, add some water.”

“With more water, the saltiness dilutes.”

“See, water’s essential everywhere in life. That’s why roses need watering too.”

Ye Qiu’s words carried a deeper meaning.

Sun Mengjie’s brows shot up. “What are you getting at?”

Ye Qiu said, “Sun Mengjie, you’re not getting any younger. It’s about time you found a boyfriend. There are plenty of quality single guys at our hospital. Want me to set you up?”

“No need,” Sun Mengjie shot back flatly.

“How could you not need it? A man’s touch beats any toy, doesn’t it?”

“Are you looking to die?”

Sun Mengjie’s eyes glinted with cold fury, her tone menacing.

“Fine, pretend I said nothing. Tell Lin Jie when she’s up that I’ve gone home.”

Ye Qiu set down his chopsticks and strolled off.

Sun Mengjie approached the table, staring at the half-eaten bowl of tomato noodles, her face ashen with rage.

“Ye Qiu, you bastard, I hope you drop dead!”

She cursed, picking up the bowl to dump the leftovers in the kitchen. As she turned, she saw Lin Jingzhi standing behind her.

Lin Jingzhi’s gaze was chillingly cold.

Sun Mengjie jumped, startled, and stammered, “President Lin, w-when did you get up?”

“Just now,” Lin Jingzhi replied, her face expressionless. “Why are you cursing Ye Qiu?”

“I-I made you noodles, and he ate them,” Sun Mengjie said. “I got mad.”

“He’s even eaten me, so what’s a bowl of noodles?” Lin Jingzhi asked sharply. “You want to kill him?”

“No—”

Before Sun Mengjie could finish, Lin Jingzhi cut in, “Last night when Ye Qiu came back, you knew we wanted to be together, yet you kept interrupting us over and over. Why?”

“I didn’t mean to,” Sun Mengjie mumbled, head lowered, avoiding Lin Jingzhi’s eyes.

“So it was intentional?” Lin Jingzhi’s voice grew even icier, like unmelting frost. “If you don’t explain this clearly, starting today, you won’t need to stay by my side.”

Sun Mengjie’s head snapped up, staring at Lin Jingzhi in disbelief, her voice trembling. “President Lin, y-you’re kicking me out?”

Lin Jingzhi said, “Ye Qiu is my man. If you want to harm him, I have no choice but to send you away.”

Sun Mengjie hurriedly explained, “President Lin, don’t kick me out! I don’t mean to harm Ye Qiu. I just hate him.”

“Why hate him? Give me a reason.”

“Ye Qiu, that bastard—”

Before she could finish, Lin Jingzhi’s icy glare silenced her, and she quickly corrected herself.

“President Lin, you’re so exceptional. For Ye Qiu to catch your eye is like smoke rising from his ancestors’ graves, a blessing earned over eight lifetimes. But he doesn’t cherish it. He’s out there flirting around—having Bai Bing isn’t enough, now he’s after Qin Wan, and it looks like he’s got something going with Tangtang too.”

Sun Mengjie fumed, “President Lin, you’re so good to him, yet he can’t stay faithful. I just want to beat that jerk up.”

“That’s it?” Lin Jingzhi’s tone remained cold, but her expression softened slightly.

She realised Sun Mengjie’s dislike for Ye Qiu stemmed entirely from her own sake.

“That’s it,” Sun Mengjie said through gritted teeth. “If Ye Qiu ever dares to betray you, I’ll stop at nothing to take him down with me.”

“It’s not that serious. I trust Ye Qiu won’t let me down,” Lin Jingzhi said. “Besides, I, Lin Jingzhi, don’t need a man who stays put. I need one with ambitions as vast as the world.”

“If one day he rules the heavens, I’ll stand by him and watch the storms unfold.”

“If one day he falls into hell, I’ll join him through mountains of blades and seas of fire!”

“He’s the man I’ve chosen for life!”

“So, from now on, don’t curse Ye Qiu in front of me, or don’t blame me for turning against you!”

…

After leaving Lin Jingzhi’s villa, Ye Qiu headed straight home.

What he didn’t expect was to find two uninvited guests waiting for him as he walked through the door!

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Ye Qiu pushed the door open and saw two unfamiliar women on the sofa.

One, in her fifties, wore a qipao, heavy makeup, and lavish jewelry—a deep green jade pendant hung around her neck, exuding an air of refined wealth.

The other, in her early thirties, donned a Chanel gown, an Hermès bag by her side, and a diamond ring—at least a carat—sparkling on her finger.

He instantly clocked their affluence.

“When did Mom befriend people like this? I’ve never seen them before.”

Ye Qiu felt a twinge of unease.

Glancing over, he saw Qian Jinglan sitting stiffly by the table.

“Mom, I’m back,” he called.

A flash of delight crossed Qian Jinglan’s face. She stood quickly. “It’s not a workday today, Qiuer. Why aren’t you at work?”

She didn’t know about his Big Dragon Mountain trip.

“Took a day off,” Ye Qiu said with a smile.

“What’s that in your hand?” Qian Jinglan noticed the wooden box he carried.

“Just something I bought.” Ye Qiu didn’t mention it held the Qiankun Cauldron.

“Jinglan, this is your son, right?” the qipao-clad woman asked from the sofa.

“Qiuer, come here—I’ll introduce you.” Qian Jinglan pulled him over. “This is Cao Chunmei, your aunt.”

“Aunt?” Ye Qiu blinked.

Cao Chunmei smiled at his confusion. “I’m from your mom’s family.”

The Suzhou-Hangzhou Qian family?

Ye Qiu’s expression cooled.

“Qiuer, call her Aunt,” Qian Jinglan urged.

Reluctant but mindful of his mother, Ye Qiu muttered, “Aunt.”

Cao Chunmei beamed. “Jinglan, your son’s quite the looker! Back when you brought him home, he was just a baby. Time flies—he’s grown up so fast!”

“Yeah, time spares no one. I’m practically an old hag now,” Qian Jinglan sighed.

She was younger than Cao Chunmei, but twenty-plus years of hardship had etched wrinkles into her face and grayed her hair. Cao Chunmei, by contrast, looked far more youthful.

Cao Chunmei giggled. “Jinglan, don’t say that! I’m older than you—if you’re an old hag, what does that make me, a fossil?”

“You’re too kind, sister-in-law.” Qian Jinglan then pointed to the thirty-something woman. “Qiuer, this is Qian Rong, your cousin—Cao Chunmei’s eldest daughter.”

“Hey, cousin,” Ye Qiu said flatly.

Qian Rong gave him an arrogant glance. “You’re Ye Qiu, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” He set the wooden box on the floor.

“I hear from your mom you’re a doctor now?”

“Yep, I’m a doctor.”

“So young—probably not doing too well, huh? Intern, or just got permanent?”

Her tone irked Ye Qiu, but he kept his cool. “Just turned permanent.”

“Figured. My friends—Harvard, Yale grads, or at worst, Tsinghua med school—start as attending physicians. Hospitals fight over them…”

Her words dripped with superiority.

Ye Qiu already disliked the Qian family. Qian Rong’s attitude stoked his anger, but Qian Jinglan’s subtle headshake held him back.

Qian Rong pressed on. “Global economy’s tanking—competition’s fierce. I read somewhere six hundred million in China earn less than a thousand a month, tens of millions jobless, millions of top grads unemployed.”

“How’d you snag a hospital gig, Ye Qiu?”

“Bribe the higher-ups?”

If Qian Jinglan weren’t there, Ye Qiu would’ve slapped Qian Rong and told her to get lost.

But for his mom’s sake, he couldn’t. These were her kin.

Swallowing his fury, he said, “No bribes. I earned it with skill.”

Pfft—

Qian Rong laughed, her scorn palpable. “Skill? You’re barely grown—what skill?”

His face darkened. “You came from Suzhou-Hangzhou just to mock me? If so, leave. You’re not welcome here.”

Qian Rong snorted. “You think I want to be here? If not for—”

“Rong’er!” Cao Chunmei cut her off sharply, then smiled at Ye Qiu. “Sorry, she’s blunt. Don’t mind her.”

Blunt? Ye Qiu sneered inwardly. More like brainless.

Cao Chunmei, sensing his mood, scolded Qian Rong. “I don’t care how you act with outsiders, but with family, watch yourself. Apologize to your cousin.”

Qian Rong balked. “Mom, I—”

“Apologize!”

Cao Chunmei’s face hardened.

Ye Qiu eyed her, thinking, She’s sharper than her daughter—calculating.

Her words boxed him in—Qian Rong might not apologize, but his mom would step in.

Sure enough, Qian Jinglan said, “It’s fine, sister-in-law. I’m sure Rong’er didn’t mean it.”

“I’ll deal with you later,” Cao Chunmei glared at Qian Rong, then turned to Qian Jinglan. “Jinglan, raising a son alone all these years must’ve been tough.”

“We’re far off in Suzhou-Hangzhou, but your big brother often mentions you. He’s wanted to visit Jiangzhou, but the old man… sigh!”

She sighed deeply. “Jinglan, you’ve had it rough!”

Qian Jinglan’s eyes welled up. In twenty years, this was her first taste of care from her family.

Ye Qiu watched, his guard rising.

For two decades, the Qian family ignored them. Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong showing up now? Too odd.

As the saying goes, abnormality signals trouble.

What were they after?

He looked at them and cut to the chase. “Aunt, no offense—what’s your real reason for coming today?”

Cao Chunmei smiled. “It’s been over twenty years since I last saw Jinglan. I missed her, so we came to visit.”

Yeah, right, Ye Qiu thought.

“Thing is, Aunt, I’ve got an urgent errand with Mom. We can’t stay to chat.”

Cao Chunmei’s brow furrowed briefly before she smiled again. “In that case, Rong’er and I will head to the hotel. We’ll come back tonight—”

“Mom, why waste time with them?” Qian Rong interrupted, pulling a document from her Hermès bag and tossing it on the table. She stared haughtily at Qian Jinglan.

“Sign it!”

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Qian Jinglan didn’t reach for the document. Instead, she asked, “What is this?”

“Don’t you have eyes? Look for yourself,” Qian Rong snapped, her tone dripping with disrespect, utterly disregarding Qian Jinglan as an elder.

Ye Qiu cast a cold glance at Qian Rong, picked up the file, and saw bold blackened words at the top: “Voluntary Waiver of Property Inheritance Commitment.”

A quick scan revealed its purpose, Qian Jinglan was to relinquish her inheritance rights to the Suzhou-Hangzhou Qian family estate.

“Mom, take a look.” He handed it to her.

After reading, Qian Jinglan felt a pang of sorrow.

She’d thought Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong came to see her, not for this ulterior motive.

“Sister-in-law, did you and Qian Rong come to Jiangzhou just to get me to sign this?” she asked.

Cao Chunmei smiled, “Not entirely. We mainly wanted to visit you.”

Heh, Ye Qiu smirked inwardly. A visit? Then why no gifts?

Even an uneducated person knew to bring fruit or a token when visiting relatives, especially from a prestigious Suzhou-Hangzhou family steeped in scholarly tradition.

Clearly, the “visit” was a ruse. Their true aim was this waiver.

Qian Jinglan said, “Sister-in-law, I won’t sign it.”

Cao Chunmei’s expression flickered, “Why not?”

“You’re not still coveting our family’s wealth, are you?” Qian Rong added.

Qian Jinglan replied evenly, “Over twenty years ago, Father expelled me from the family. I took Ye Qiu and fled to Jiangzhou. From that moment, I severed all ties with the Qian family.”

“So even without this waiver, I wouldn’t take a single brick or tile from them.”

“Sister-in-law, do you still think this document is necessary?”

Cao Chunmei insisted, “Of course it is!”

“Legally, you’re the old man’s flesh and blood, you have inheritance rights.”

“Only by signing this can you prove you’re voluntarily giving them up.”

Qian Jinglan pressed, “Whose idea was this?”

“Qian Jinglan, it’s better you don’t know,” Cao Chunmei said, a trace of discomfort on her face.

Qian Jinglan pushed further, “Yours? Big Brother’s? Or Father’s?”

“Qian Jinglan, stop asking.”

Before Cao Chunmei could finish, Qian Rong interjected, “Grandpa’s!”

Qian Jinglan’s face drained of color.

“To think, after all these years of being disowned, Father still plays this card. How heartless.”

Her heart turned to ice.

Betrayal from family stung far worse than any other wound.

She took a deep breath, “Fine, I’ll sign.”

Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong exchanged a glance, a smug glint of success in their eyes.

Ye Qiu noticed their expressions. Recalling Ji Qian Sui’s call, it clicked.

This waiver couldn’t be the old man’s doing!

If Qian Lao Ye Zi didn’t want her inheriting, a will would’ve sufficed, no need to send these two on a long trek to Jiangzhou for a signature.

Ye Qiu suspected the old man had already drafted a will, one unfavorable to Big Uncle’s family, prompting this desperate journey.

Should he tell Mom the old man was dying?

If he did, she’d see through their plot in an instant.

He wavered.

Ultimately, he held back.

“Better she doesn’t know.”

“Mom’s too kind. Despite being cast out, blood ties linger. Learning he’s near death would crush her.”

“This severs the Qian family for good.”

“As for wealth, do I need it?”

Ye Qiu cared little for their fortune. To him, money was just numbers now.

Qian Jinglan signed and pressed her thumbprint.

“Finally done,” Cao Chunmei sighed, relieved.

Qian Rong eagerly reached for the waiver.

But Ye Qiu slammed his hand down on it.

“Get your paw off,” Qian Rong snapped.

Ignoring her, Ye Qiu faced Cao Chunmei, “Aunt, Mom’s signed, but I’ve got one condition.”

Cao Chunmei, anticipating demands, pulled out a bank card with feigned warmth, “Qian Jinglan, your brother said that though the old man’s harsh, he hopes you and your son live well.”

“There’s fifty thousand here, password’s six zeros.”

“A small gesture from me and your brother. Please take it.”

Ye Qiu almost laughed. Fifty thousand? Beggars’ scraps.

These days, even five million wouldn’t impress him.

Qian Jinglan, unaware of the truth, felt moved, “Sister-in-law, Big Brother’s a professor, his pay isn’t high. I appreciate the sentiment, but keep the money. I don’t need it.”

Ye Qiu added, “Aunt Cao Chunmei, I’m not after cash. Mom and I are doing fine, we’re not strapped.”

“Then what do you want, Ye Qiu?”

“From now on, I want your Qian family to leave my mom alone.”

“That’s it?” Cao Chunmei seemed taken aback.

Ye Qiu nodded, “That’s all.”

“Fine.” Cao Chunmei agreed swiftly, thinking, “If not for the inheritance, I wouldn’t bother with you.”

Ye Qiu released the document.

Qian Rong snatched it, stuffing it into her bag.

“Sister-in-law, we won’t trouble you further. Goodbye,” Cao Chunmei said, heading out.

At the door, Qian Rong glanced back at Ye Qiu, her face oozing mockery. Her lips moved silently, forming two words.

Though voiceless, Ye Qiu read them: “Bastard.”

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

“Hope you never come begging, or I’ll make you pay a hundred times over.”

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After Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong left, Qian Jinglan sat down on a chair, her expression dazed.

Clearly, this waiver had broken her heart.

Qian Jinglan didn’t care about the Qian family’s wealth, she cared about her father’s attitude toward her.

Just like twenty years ago, it was too heartless!

Ye Qiu comforted her, “Mom, don’t be sad. I’m here with you, and our lives will only get better from now on.”

“Mm.”

Qian Jinglan nodded, then said, “I used to think that one day, Father might come around and let me bring you home.”

“Now it seems that was just wishful thinking on my part.”

“Of course, he’s a world-renowned scholar with students everywhere, how could he let an unwed pregnant daughter bring a bastard child back home, heh…”

Qian Jinglan gave a bitter laugh, deeply disappointed in Qian Lao Ye Zi’s actions.

Ye Qiu didn’t know how to console her, so he changed the subject, “Mom, there’s something I haven’t told you. Last time I went to the capital, I met Third Uncle.”

“Third Uncle? You mean Ye Wudi?”

Ye Qiu nodded slightly.

Qian Jinglan’s face grew serious, and she asked nervously, “Qiuer, has your identity been exposed?”

“Not quite,” Ye Qiu said, “Only Grandpa, Third Uncle, and the War God know my true identity.”

“Ye Wudi didn’t give you any trouble, did he?”

“Mom, why would you say that?”

Qian Jinglan explained, “Back when your father was still around, Ye Wudi was always challenging him to fights, he loved a good brawl.”

Ye Qiu smiled, “Third Uncle didn’t hassle me. Last time in the capital, I ran into some danger, and it was Third Uncle who stepped in to sort it out.”

Qian Jinglan breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Qiu asked, “Mom, I heard from Third Uncle that when you took me away from the capital back then, Grandpa had people secretly protecting us.”

“And later, he even sent you some money, but you didn’t take it.”

“Is that true?”

Qian Jinglan said, “I don’t know if Grandpa sent people to protect us back then, but he did send money later, and I didn’t accept it.”

“When your father got into trouble, they didn’t step in, so I naturally wouldn’t take their money.”

“Back then, I just thought that no matter what, I’d raise you on my own.”

Ye Qiu was deeply moved, “Mom, these past twenty-plus years must’ve been hard on you.”

“Not hard at all, seeing how accomplished you are now makes me happy.”

As a mother, Qian Jinglan’s greatest pride was having a son like Ye Qiu.

“Oh right, Mom, I brought back a little guy to show you.”

Ye Qiu pulled the medicine sable out of his pocket.

The little creature was still sleeping, its round belly puffed up, looking adorably goofy.

Qian Jinglan thought it was a hamster, “This hamster’s a lot bigger than usual, and the color’s different too.”

Ye Qiu chuckled, “Mom, it’s not a hamster, it’s a medicine sable.”

“Medicine sable?” Qian Jinglan looked puzzled.

Ye Qiu explained, “It’s actually a purple sable, but since it loves eating herbs and is great at finding them, it’s called a medicine sable. Mom, I’ll leave it with you, can you look after it for a while?”

“Sure.”

Qian Jinglan took the sable from Ye Qiu, and just then, the little guy opened its eyes.

The medicine sable stared at Qian Jinglan with a confused look, then glanced at Ye Qiu, sniffing as if asking, “Who’s this?”

Ye Qiu said to it, “Little guy, this is my mom, you need to listen to her from now on, got it?”

The sable looked at Qian Jinglan, nodded its tiny head, rolled around in her hands a few times, then went back to sleep.

“So cute,” Qian Jinglan said, delighted.

“Mom, how’s your health been lately?” Ye Qiu asked with concern.

He’d been so busy lately that he hadn’t checked on Qian Jinglan’s well-being.

Qian Jinglan replied, “I’m doing fine, just recently my neck’s been a bit sore.”

“Let me take a look.”

Ye Qiu stepped behind her, gently pressed her neck with both hands, and quickly identified the issue.

“Mom, you’ve got some bone hyperplasia in your neck, I’ll give you a couple of needles, don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”

Ye Qiu pulled out his golden needles.

After a quick sterilization, he inserted a few into her neck.

Just then, he noticed how much grayer the hair at the back of Qian Jinglan’s head had gotten.

A pang of guilt hit Ye Qiu.

Qian Jinglan was just over forty, if not for the grueling years of raising him alone, how could she have aged so fast?

Suddenly, an idea struck him.

“Mom, don’t move, I’m going to add a couple more needles.”

Ye Qiu took out five more golden needles and placed them on her head.

Then, he pressed his palm over them, channeling his innate true qi wildly through the needles into her scalp.

Five minutes passed.

Ye Qiu withdrew his hand and flicked his fingers.

“Buzz!”

The five needles vibrated in unison.

A few more minutes went by.

Gradually, a smile spread across Ye Qiu’s face.

His innate true qi was working, Qian Jinglan’s gray hair was turning black at a visible rate.

At the same time, the wrinkles on her face began to fade.

Twenty minutes later.

Ye Qiu removed the needles and said excitedly, “Mom, go look in the mirror.”

“Look at what?” Qian Jinglan asked, confused.

“There’s a flower on your face,” Ye Qiu teased.

Qian Jinglan laughed, “How could there be a flower on my face?”

“Really, go check it out!” Ye Qiu insisted.

Feeling odd, Qian Jinglan walked to the mirror and froze.

Her hair was free of gray, her face wrinkle-free, her skin smooth, she looked twenty years younger.

“Is this… still me?”

Qian Jinglan touched her face, incredulous.

Ye Qiu grinned, “Mom, when I get the chance, I’ll refine a beauty pill for you, your skin will get even better.”

“Qiuer, your medical skills are incredible, you’ve actually made me young again…”

Beep beep beep!

Before Qian Jinglan could finish, her phone on the table rang urgently, she picked it up, an unknown number on the screen.

“Hello, who’s this?” Qian Jinglan answered.

“Jinglan, it’s me, Qian Bowen,” a deep voice came through.

“Big Brother?” Qian Jinglan paused.

“I sent Chunmei and Rong’er to Jiangzhou to get you and your son, have they arrived?”

Qian Bowen said, “Father’s not going to make it, he wants to see you before he goes.”

“Come back quick, it might be too late otherwise!”

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Qian Jinglan’s heart clenched at Qian Bowen’s words, her face turning deathly pale.

As a daughter, no one could remain unmoved hearing their father was dying.

Especially since Qian Jinglan had been away from home for over twenty years.

This news hit her like a thunderbolt.

But in an instant, recalling her father’s heartlessness, anger surged within her.

“Twenty years ago, when he cast me out, we were done,” Qian Jinglan said, forcing a steely tone.

Qian Bowen sighed deeply, “Jinglan, Father did that back then because he was furious.”

“He’s a world-famous scholar, devoted to Confucian values, cherishing righteousness and honor above all. You got pregnant out of wedlock and refused to name the man, so in his rage, he expelled you.”

“But over these twenty years, not a moment passed without him regretting it.”

“I often saw him late at night, holding your photo, crying silently.”

“Did you know? Before he slipped into a coma, he gripped my hand tightly, asking me to apologize to you on his behalf.”

Qian Jinglan, soft-hearted by nature, broke into tears at this.

Qian Bowen continued, “Some time ago, Father must’ve sensed his days were numbered, so he gathered the family for a meeting.”

“The only agenda was his will.”

“You know Father lived simply, he had little wealth. The family’s valuables are just an old house, his collection of ancient books, and paintings.”

“Then there’s the royalties from his books.”

“He said he owed you and your son too much these past twenty years and wanted to make amends.”

“So he left the most valuable old house, books, and paintings to you.”

“The royalties were split between me and Second Brother.”

“Jinglan, Father’s fading fast, come back to see him one last time and handle the inheritance.”

Qian Jinglan’s heart ached as if sliced by a knife.

She sobbed uncontrollably.

Qian Bowen added, “I worried you still resented Father and wouldn’t return, so I sent Chunmei and Rong’er to fetch you. Have they arrived?”

“Big Brother, Chunmei and Rong’er came to Jiangzhou just to get me, nothing else?”

“Nothing else, just to bring you back,” Qian Bowen asked, “Are they there?”

Qian Jinglan realized the waiver must’ve been Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong’s idea, Qian Bowen knew nothing about it.

“I was just blaming Father, so I sent them away.”

“Big Brother, I’ll head out now, try to get there soon.”

Qian Jinglan glanced at Ye Qiu, “I’ll bring my son with me.”

“Good, I’ll wait at home. Be safe on the road.”

After hanging up, Qian Jinglan wiped her tears and said to Ye Qiu, “Qiuer, book tickets now, we’re going to Suzhou-Hangzhou.”

“Your grandpa’s dying.”

“We’ll see him one last time.”

Ye Qiu immediately called Han Long, asking him to secure plane tickets, then rushed with Qian Jinglan to the airport.

Forty minutes later, they reached Jiangzhou Airport.

Han Long was already waiting.

“Hello, Auntie,” Han Long greeted Qian Jinglan politely, handed Ye Qiu the tickets, and said, “Boss, the flight’s in an hour. I’ve arranged everything in Suzhou-Hangzhou, someone will pick you up when you land.”

“Good,” Ye Qiu nodded, then said to Qian Jinglan, “Mom, wait a sec, I need to talk to Han Long.”

They stepped aside.

“How’s the task I gave you?” Ye Qiu asked.

“All set,” Han Long replied, “I’ll send the Qian family info to your phone soon.”

“Thanks!”

Ye Qiu patted Han Long’s shoulder.

Han Long cautioned, “Boss, Suzhou-Hangzhou isn’t Dragon Gate turf, be careful there.”

“No worries.”

Ye Qiu smiled faintly.

He’d braved the capital’s dangers, what was a little Suzhou-Hangzhou to him?

Meanwhile, in Suzhou-Hangzhou, at the Qian family residence.

Outside the main house of a courtyard, a large group gathered, men and women alike.

Worry etched every face.

Leading them were Qian Lao Ye Zi’s sons, Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong.

“Big Brother, did you call Jinglan? Is she coming?” Qian Weidong asked.

Qian Bowen nodded, “Jinglan said she’s bringing her son.”

“That’s good,” Qian Weidong sighed, “It’s been over twenty years since Jinglan left, and we haven’t seen her. I wonder what she’s like now.”

“No matter what, she’s still our little sister,” Qian Bowen scanned the crowd, “Where’s Duoduo? Not back yet?”

“I just called him, he’s on his way,” Qian Weidong fumed, “I told him before he left to finish his business and hurry back, but that brat’s wings grew the moment he stepped out. When he’s here, I’ll give him a beating.”

“Duoduo’s not a kid anymore, he has his own mind, don’t keep hitting him, it’ll only strain your bond,” Qian Bowen advised.

“Forget it, he just pisses me off,” Qian Weidong looked at the main house, worried, “I wonder if the three master physicians can save Father.”

“Let’s hope he pulls through!”

Just as Qian Bowen finished, footsteps echoed from outside.

A group streamed in, led by middle-aged men in white shirts, exuding authority.

Seeing them, Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong’s faces shifted, and they hurried to greet them.

“Secretary Wang!”

“Governor Han!”

“Mayor Zhao!”

“Director Tian!”

“What brings you here?”

These men were Suzhou-Hangzhou’s powerholders, all former students of Qian Lao Ye Zi.

“Bowen, how’s the teacher? I heard you brought in the three master physicians, what’s the situation?” Secretary Wang asked.

“The three masters are inside,” Qian Bowen pointed to the main house, “They’ve been in there over an hour, no word yet. As for Father’s condition, I’m afraid…”

Before he could finish, Governor Han cut in, “Bowen, don’t worry, the teacher’s blessed, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“Mm.”

Qian Bowen nodded, glancing back at the house, praying silently, “Father, so many care for you, even Jinglan’s coming, you have to hold on!”

Just then, a creak sounded.

The main house’s closed doors swung open.

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The main house doors opened, and three elderly men stepped out one after another.

Master of Pharmacology, Li Chunfeng!

Orthopedic Master, Nie Xueliang!

Golden Needle King, Zhang Jiuling!

At that moment, the faces of the three national medical masters were grave.

Seeing their expressions, Qian Bowen’s heart sank with a bad feeling. He quickly approached, “Three masters, my father…”

“Professor Qian, your father’s condition is not optimistic,” Li Chunfeng said.

Qian Bowen’s face paled instantly.

Qian Weidong followed up, “Three masters, what exactly is wrong with my father?”

“Old Qian’s illness is peculiar, and don’t laugh, but even now, the three of us haven’t pinpointed the cause,” Nie Xueliang replied.

Zhang Jiuling added, “We three old-timers have plenty of experience as doctors, but Old Qian’s condition, sigh…”

He let out a long sigh.

Zhang Jiuling didn’t continue, trusting everyone present understood his implication.

“Three masters, no matter what, please find a way to save our teacher,” Secretary Wang said, “He devoted his life to education, nurturing countless pillars for the nation. He’s truly a national hero.”

“Three masters, I beg you, save our teacher!”

Secretary Wang, joined by Governor Han and the others, bowed deeply to the three medical masters.

“No need for such formalities,” Li Chunfeng said, frowning, “We’re doctors, if there’s even a sliver of hope, we’ll give our all.”

“But Old Qian has no external injuries or toxins, yet he’s unconscious, with vital signs dropping fast and multiple organs failing. It’s just too strange.”

“It’s indeed odd, in all my years of practice, I’ve never seen anything like Old Qian’s case,” Nie Xueliang said.

“I just tried a few needles on him, no effect at all. Professor Qian, you’d better seek someone more skilled!” Zhang Jiuling said.

At those words, Qian Bowen’s heart hit rock bottom.

These three were the most authoritative experts in medicine today, if even they were helpless, it was as good as a death sentence.

Li Chunfeng said bluntly, “To be frank, if the three of us can’t do anything, the odds of anyone else curing Old Qian are near zero, unless…”

“Unless what?” Qian Bowen asked urgently.

“Unless Xu Liu steps in,” Li Chunfeng said, “Xu Liu is the top of the four national medical masters, his skills surpass ours.”

“You can find him at Mount Lao.”

“Ten years ago, Xu Liu joined the Quanzhen Sect and has been living in seclusion there.”

Qian Weidong said bitterly, “After Father fell into a coma, I sent people to Mount Lao to find Master Xu, but so far, no luck.”

“If Xu Liu can’t be found, then Old Qian is beyond saving. Professor Qian, you should prepare for the end,” Li Chunfeng said, turning to leave.

“Master Li, wait,” Qian Bowen called out, “Master Li, how much time does my father have left?”

Li Chunfeng paused, then said, “Based on my estimation, Old Qian can hold on for one or two hours.”

What!

Only one or two hours?

Qian Bowen’s eyes reddened, that meant Jinglan wouldn’t even see Father’s final moments.

Li Chunfeng shifted tone, “Of course, if you want Old Qian to last longer, there’s a way.”

“What way? Please tell me, Master Li,” Qian Bowen asked eagerly.

Li Chunfeng said, “Brew a tonic soup with a hundred-year-old ginseng and feed it to Old Qian, that could keep him going until tomorrow morning.”

“But hundred-year ginseng is extremely rare and hard to find.”

“I have one at home, but fetching it now wouldn’t make it in time.”

“Besides, in Old Qian’s state, lasting one more night doesn’t mean much.”

A hundred-year ginseng, worth a million.

Spending that just to extend Old Qian’s life by a night didn’t seem worthwhile.

The real issue was, hundred-year ginseng wasn’t easy to come by!

“There are many TCM clinics in Suzhou-Hangzhou, maybe they have hundred-year ginseng. I’ll go look now,” Secretary Wang said, turning to Governor Han and the others, “You search too.”

“Old Qian isn’t just our teacher, he’s a great educator, we must find a way to save him.”

Just as they prepared to hunt for the ginseng, a voice called from behind.

“No need to search, I’ve got hundred-year ginseng.”

Everyone turned to see Qian Duoduo walking in, carrying a bag.

“Duoduo, are you serious?” Qian Bowen asked.

Qian Weidong snapped, “Qian Duoduo, if you’re joking, I’ll tear you apart today.”

“Dad, I’m not kidding, I really have it,” Qian Duoduo pulled a sandalwood box from his bag and handed it to Li Chunfeng, “Master Li, take a look.”

Li Chunfeng opened the box, and sure enough, there was a hundred-year ginseng.

“No mistake, it’s genuine, and wild too,” Li Chunfeng asked Qian Duoduo, “Where’d you get this?”

Qian Duoduo grinned, “A friend gave it to me.”

Li Chunfeng didn’t press further, “Since we have the ginseng, I’ll brew the tonic now, but Professor Qian, prepare yourselves, this will only keep Old Qian alive until tomorrow morning…”

Zhang Jiuling suddenly said, “Maybe someone can save Old Qian.”

Instantly, all eyes locked on Zhang Jiuling.

“Old Zhang, who are you talking about?” Nie Xueliang asked curiously.

Li Chunfeng, as if realizing something, asked, “Old Zhang, you don’t mean Ye…”

“Yes, him,” Zhang Jiuling nodded, “If he’s willing to help, Old Qian might have a chance.”

“Master Zhang, who is this person? Please give me his contact, I’ll find him now,” Qian Bowen said urgently.

“I know him well, I’ll make the call,” Zhang Jiuling stepped aside, dialed Ye Qiu, spoke briefly, then returned smiling, “Good news.”

“The person I mentioned is already on a plane to Suzhou-Hangzhou for business, he’ll be here in a few hours.”

“I told him the situation, and he’s agreed to treat Old Qian.”

The crowd erupted in joy.

Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong thanked him profusely.

“Old Nie, Old Zhang, let’s brew the medicine. Professor Qian, stay here with Old Qian, call us if anything changes,” Li Chunfeng said, heading to the back with Nie Xueliang and Zhang Jiuling.

On the way, Nie Xueliang couldn’t hold back, “Old Zhang, who was that person?”

Zhang Jiuling smiled, “Ye Qiu.”

“Him!” Nie Xueliang had heard Zhang Jiuling mention a doctor named Ye Qiu recently and knew some details, “Old Zhang, Ye Qiu’s so young, can he handle it?”

Zhang Jiuling said, “You know Old General Bai from the Bai family in the capital, who was dying not long ago?”

Li Chunfeng and Nie Xueliang nodded.

“Ye Qiu cured him.”

That revelation stunned Li Chunfeng and Nie Xueliang.

“Ye Qiu’s skills far exceed mine, even if he can’t cure Old Qian, he should extend his life,” Zhang Jiuling laughed, “Once you see his methods, you’ll know what a true medical genius is.”

Genius?

Hearing that word, Li Chunfeng recalled a young man he’d met on the way to Suzhou-Hangzhou.

That youth was a medical genius too.

Li Chunfeng mused, “I wonder how the genius I met compares to Ye Qiu?”