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 Miracle Doctor Chapter 621

At 3 p.m., the plane touched down at Suhang Airport.

As Ye Qiu and Qian Jinglan stepped out of the terminal, they spotted a man in his thirties holding a sign with Ye Qiu’s name on it.

Ye Qiu walked straight over.

“Hello, I’m Ye Qiu,” he said.

The man glanced at Ye Qiu, then replied respectfully, “Mr. Ye, hello. Mr. Han instructed me to pick you up.”

“What’s your name?” Ye Qiu asked.

“I’m Yuan Lei,” the man grinned. “Mr. Ye, you can call me Old Yuan.”

“Old Yuan, thanks for the trouble.”

“It’s my honour to serve you, Mr. Ye!”

Yuan Lei took Ye Qiu’s luggage and led them to the car park, opening the door of a sedan.

Ye Qiu偷瞟了一眼。

Blimey, a top-spec Maybach, worth millions.

“Mr. Ye, please get in,” Yuan Lei gestured invitingly.

Ye Qiu and Qian Jinglan climbed inside.

After starting the car, Yuan Lei asked, “Mr. Ye, per Mr. Han’s instructions, I’ve booked a hotel for you. Would you like to head there first, or…?”

Before he could finish, Ye Qiu cut him off.

“Straight to the Qian residence!”

On the way.

Ye Qiu opened his phone, skimming the info Han Long had sent about the Qian family’s history and Old Master Qian.

The Qian family of Suhang was a prestigious clan, its members dedicated to education.

In the Ming Dynasty, half the scholars in Jiangnan studied under the Qians, including the famed Four Talents of Jiangnan.

By the late Qing, turmoil saw the family’s decline.

In the Republic era, a remarkable figure emerged—an early Tongmenghui member and a great educator.

Old Master Qian, Qian Siyuan, now 89, was a renowned educator, calligrapher, translator, and master of Chinese classics.

He was also an honorary professor at 32 top domestic universities.

His students were everywhere!

Many now held power or excelled in their fields, the most notable being Old Master Zhang of Beijing’s four great families.

Here, Ye Qiu’s mind turned to another matter.

Zhang Jiuling had rung him earlier, asking him to treat Old Master Qian. Ye Qiu agreed, but he had reservations.

Personally, he didn’t want to.

Though Old Master Qian was his granddad, he’d cast out Ye Qiu’s mum, leaving her to suffer for over twenty years.

But as a doctor, saving lives was his duty. Setting aside his mum’s ordeal, Old Master Qian was a respected educator worth saving.

Ye Qiu was torn.

“Qiu’er…”

Qian Jinglan suddenly spoke, glancing at him, then hesitating.

Ye Qiu smiled, “Mum, you’re my closest kin—say what’s on your mind!”

Qian Jinglan continued, “Qiu’er, back then, getting pregnant out of wedlock did shame your granddad.”

“I don’t blame him for the past anymore.”

“If you can treat your granddad, you must save him!” She finished, watching Ye Qiu nervously, fearing he’d refuse.

“Mum, don’t worry. Even if you hadn’t said it, I’d treat Granddad.”

“I knew you were a good lad,” Qian Jinglan sighed in relief, then added, “Oh, Qiu’er, best not mention the pledge to your uncle.”

“Why not?”

Qian Jinglan explained, “If your uncle finds out, he’ll blame Chunmei and Rong’er, and that’ll stir family trouble.”

“Besides, without that inheritance, haven’t we got by just fine?”

“So, let’s keep it quiet.”

Ye Qiu nodded slightly, “Got it.”

…

Outside the Qian family’s ancestral home.

A crowd of relatives waited.

Cao Chunmei and her daughter had returned from Jiangzhou.

“Mum, Qian Jinglan’s arriving soon—will the pledge stay hidden?” Qian Rong whispered, worried.

“What’s to fear? She’s signed it—Old Master’s inheritance is out of her reach,” Cao Chunmei sneered. “Kicked out twenty-odd years ago, I can’t believe she’s got the cheek to come back.”

“Sister-in-law, what’re you and Rong’er muttering about?” Qian Weidong’s wife, Zhu Xuemiao, asked with a smile.

“Nothing,” Cao Chunmei shot Qian Rong a look to hush her.

“Sister-in-law, you two just got back from Jiangzhou—did you see Jinglan? How’s she doing?” Zhu Xuemiao sighed, “Twenty years gone—I wonder what she’s like now?”

“You might not believe it, but the Qian Jinglan of today—you wouldn’t recognise her if she stood right here.”

Cao Chunmei said, “She’s only in her forties, but her face is full of wrinkles, hair gone white—she looks like a sixty- or seventy-year-old village woman.”

“Sister-in-law, you’re not joking?”

“Do I look like I’m joking? Ask Rong’er if you don’t believe me.”

Qian Rong told Zhu Xuemiao and the gathered relatives, “You lot didn’t see it—Qian Jinglan’s wrinkles are rough as tree bark.”

“She and that bastard son of hers squat in a room less than ten square metres, a right mess—no space to step, like a dog’s den. I nearly gagged opening the door.”

“My mum’s kind-hearted, thinking she’s Dad’s sister after all, and couldn’t bear it. She offered her 50,000 yuan out of pity, but she wouldn’t take it.”

“Ungrateful as she was, guess what that bastard son said?”

Qian Rong glanced around, “He said our Qian family’s money’s dirty, that we’re all like maggots in a sewer—utterly disgusting.”

She meant to stoke their anger.

Sure enough, Zhu Xuemiao and the others erupted, cursing:

“Outrageous!”

“Our Qian family’s a century-old scholarly house—how dare he insult us?”

“Just a bastard, what’s he so cocky about?”

A cold glint flashed in Zhu Xuemiao’s eyes as she asked, “Rong’er, is that bastard coming too?”

Qian Rong replied, “Dad said Qian Jinglan’s bringing him.”

“A bastard dares step into our home—what’s Qian Jinglan playing at?”

“Does she want to kill Old Master with rage or disgrace our century-old scholarly name?”

Zhu Xuemiao snorted, instructing Qian Duoduo behind her, “Duoduo, when that bastard arrives, sort him out for me. Let him know the Qian family’s not a place for the likes of him.”

“No worries, Mum, I’m ace at this,” Qian Duoduo grinned, rubbing his hands eagerly. He’d never thumped a cousin before—what’d that feel like?

Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong shared a smug look.

Just then, a Maybach rolled into view…

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“The car’s here!”

Qian Rong shouted.

Instantly, everyone’s eyes locked onto the Maybach.

“Is that Qian Jinglan and them?” someone nearby asked.

“Are you blind? That’s a Maybach, worth over ten million. Do you think Qian Jinglan could afford a car that posh?” Cao Chunmei snapped.

Qian Duoduo chimed in, “This Maybach’s the top-spec version. In Suhang, only billionaires can afford it.”

“But it’s heading towards our house. If it’s not Qian Jinglan, then who is it?”

“Probably someone visiting the old man. Don’t forget, plenty of his students are billionaires.”

“Yeah, makes sense.”

“Bowen and Weidong are with the old man, not here. Rong’er, come with me to greet the VIP.”

Cao Chunmei finished speaking and strode towards the Maybach with Qian Rong in tow.

Zhu Xuemiao watched this, a flicker of displeasure in her eyes, muttering, “She drags her feet over any little task, but she’s quick to cosy up to the powerful.”

“Duoduo, let’s go say hello too.”

“Anyone who can afford a car like that’s a big shot—making a connection’s always worth it.”

Zhu Xuemiao led Qian Duoduo over as well.

The Maybach slowed to a stop at the Qian family gate.

Qian Jinglan’s gaze drifted through the window to the old Qian residence, her eyes welling up.

“Never thought I’d be back after more than twenty years.”

Ye Qiu handed her a tissue, comforting her, “Mum, coming home’s a happy thing—don’t cry. There’s people outside.”

Qian Jinglan glanced at Cao Chunmei, Zhu Xuemiao, and the others, quickly wiped her tears, and said, “Qiu’er, these are your uncle and second uncle’s families. Be polite to them later.”

“I know.”

Inwardly, Ye Qiu thought, politeness goes both ways. Respect me an inch, I’ll respect you a foot. If you’re rude, sorry, but I’ll have to sort you out.

“Let’s get out!”

…

As the Maybach stopped, Qian Rong widened her eyes, eager to see who was inside.

But she couldn’t see a thing.

The car’s windows were made of special material—those inside could see out, but outsiders couldn’t see in. Top-notch privacy.

And yet, the door didn’t open.

Qian Rong grumbled, “Mum, who’s in there? Such airs—we’re all out here to greet them, and they won’t even open the door.”

“Shut it!”

Cao Chunmei glared at Qian Rong, scolding, “The bigger the airs, the bigger the name. Don’t you get something that simple?”

“Anyone in a car like this is no small fry.”

“Remember, be warm to them later.”

“Got it!” Qian Rong replied.

Just then, with a soft “click,” the door slowly opened.

“They’re coming out!”

Cao Chunmei quickly tidied her hair, put on a smile, and stepped forward, ready to be the first to shake hands once they emerged.

But when the door fully opened, her smile froze.

“How’s it you?!”

Cao Chunmei yelped.

She’d never dreamt Qian Jinglan would step out of a top-spec Maybach.

“Sister-in-law, we meet again,” Qian Jinglan smiled as she got out.

Qian Rong’s face went slack when she saw her.

How could it be them?

No way!

Zhu Xuemiao was stunned too, the moment she saw Qian Jinglan.

It wasn’t just that Qian Jinglan emerged from a car worth millions—it was her appearance.

Jet-black hair, glossy and full.

Not a wrinkle on her face.

Ruddy, glowing skin.

Though dressed simply, she looked in her thirties—a far cry from the picture Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong had painted.

“Second sister-in-law, long time no see,” Qian Jinglan said with a smile, approaching Zhu Xuemiao. “You’re as lovely as ever.”

“You’re too kind, Jinglan! If we’re talking lovely, it’s you—twenty years away, and you’ve not changed a bit, still so youthful.”

Zhu Xuemiao glanced at Cao Chunmei, then added, “Jinglan, you wouldn’t believe it, but I was just asking sister-in-law and Rong’er about you.”

“They said your hair’s all white, your wrinkles rougher than tree bark, like an eighty- or ninety-year-old village woman, cooped up with your son in a five-square-metre loo. Hearing that broke my heart.”

Zhu Xuemiao even squeezed out a couple of tears.

Cao Chunmei’s face burned as if slapped, anger boiling inside as she cursed inwardly, “Zhu Xuemiao, you stirring cow—shameless!”

Qian Rong snapped, “Auntie, can you stop spouting rubbish?”

“Did I say they lived in a loo? I said their place was tiny, like a dog’s kennel.”

“And Mum said she looked sixty or seventy, not eighty or ninety…”

“Shut up!” Cao Chunmei barked, itching to slap Qian Rong.

What a dimwit.

If you don’t explain, no one digs deeper. Explain, and you’ve just owned it.

“Embarrassing!” Cao Chunmei hissed at Qian Rong.

Zhu Xuemiao, loving the chaos, fanned the flames, “Rong’er’s right—I forgot. Sister-in-law did say sixty or seventy.”

“Don’t blame me, Rong’er.”

“I’m getting on—memory’s not what it was.”

Hmph!

Qian Rong snorted.

Qian Duoduo stepped up, smiling at Qian Jinglan, “Auntie, hi! I’m Qian Duoduo—my dad’s Qian Weidong.”

“So you’re Duoduo! Polite and handsome—bet you’ve got girls lining up.”

Qian Jinglan sighed, “When I left, your mum wasn’t even pregnant. Blink of an eye, and you’re this big.”

“Auntie, I heard my cousin came back with you—where’s he at?”

Qian Duoduo asked, his right hand behind his back, quietly clenching into a fist.

He was itching for it.

“Your cousin’s in the car on a call. He’s not much older than you—reckon you’ll get on…”

Before Qian Jinglan finished, Qian Duoduo marched towards the car, shouting, “Cousin, your little bro’s here to welcome you!”

Fist tight, the closer he got, the more excited he grew.

“Cousin, don’t blame me—blame your bad luck.”

Reaching the door, ready to swing, a face he knew all too well appeared.

“Hello, little cousin!”

Bloody hell—

Qian Duoduo bolted like he’d seen a ghost.

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Qian Duoduo nearly wet himself.

He never imagined Ye Qiu would be the one standing before him.

“Bloody hell, good thing I didn’t swing just now, or I’d be dead!”

The thought of how Ye Qiu dealt with Young Master Zhang in Beijing sent shivers down Qian Duoduo’s spine.

Only now did he realise why Ye Qiu hadn’t thumped him back in the capital.

It was because Ye Qiu was his cousin.

“Duoduo, what’s wrong?” Zhu Xuemiao frowned, displeasure creeping onto her face as Qian Duoduo scrambled to hide behind her in a panic.

With so many eyes on him, Qian Duoduo wasn’t about to admit he was scared of Ye Qiu. Clutching his stomach, he said, “Mum, I’ve got a sudden bellyache—I need the loo.”

“Go on then!”

Zhu Xuemiao didn’t think much of it and waved him off.

Qian Duoduo bolted into the old residence, but instead of heading to the toilet, he found a corner and偷偷 kept an eye on Ye Qiu’s every move.

“Didn’t see that coming—this bloke’s my cousin.”

“When he gets ruthless, even Young Master Zhang gets a pasting.”

“Cao Chunmei, Qian Rong—good luck to you!”

…

Ye Qiu knew why Qian Duoduo legged it, but he couldn’t care less.

Stepping out of the car, he scanned the crowd with a grin, “Hi everyone, I’m Ye Qiu.”

What a handsome chap!

The relatives’ eyes lit up—except for Cao Chunmei and her daughter.

Zhu Xuemiao chuckled, “Jinglan, your son’s a proper looker. Got a girlfriend? Shall I set him up with someone?”

“Thanks, Second Aunt, but I’ve got a girlfriend,” Ye Qiu replied, then added with a twist, “That said, if you’ve got a good match, feel free to introduce her. Girlfriends are like soldiers to Han Xin—the more, the merrier.”

Pfft!

The crowd burst into laughter.

“Scumbag!” Qian Rong muttered.

Ye Qiu ignored her.

Zhu Xuemiao covered her mouth, giggling, “Jinglan, your son’s not just handsome—he’s a right laugh. No telling how many girls will fancy him.”

Qian Jinglan shot Ye Qiu a mock glare, “Spouting nonsense again.”

Cao Chunmei pointed at the Maybach, “Jinglan, what’s the deal with this car?”

Qian Jinglan said, “It belongs to one of Qiu’er’s mates.”

“A mate?” Qian Rong sneered, “What kind of mate of his could afford a luxury car worth millions?”

Qian Jinglan blinked, “This car’s worth millions?”

“Let me tell you, it’s not just millions—only billionaires can buy one,” Qian Rong said, eyeing Ye Qiu. “You rented it, didn’t you?”

Ye Qiu didn’t bother arguing with the daft woman and stayed quiet, leaving everyone to assume Qian Rong was right.

Cao Chunmei took on a lecturing tone, “Jinglan, you really need to keep your son in check.”

“It’s normal for young lads to care about appearances, but this goes beyond that. To put it bluntly, he’s playing the big shot.”

“Renting this car must cost tens of thousands a day—can you even earn that in a year?”

“All this just to show off in front of us—is it worth it?”

“Besides, I’ve been to your place. I know exactly what your situation’s like.”

Qian Jinglan replied calmly, “You’re right, sister-in-law. I’ll discipline Qiu’er going forward.”

But Cao Chunmei wasn’t done. She turned her reprimands onto Qian Jinglan.

“Jinglan, I’m not having a go, but your son’s like this because of you, in large part.”

“When Rong’er and I saw you this morning, your hair was white, your face full of wrinkles. But now?”

“If I’m not mistaken, you’ve dyed your hair black and had some beauty jabs—cost a pretty penny, didn’t it?”

“I mean, coming back home—did you really need to go that far?”

“Even if you’d turned into a fright, who’d laugh at you?”

“It’s your vanity that’s rubbed off on your son. What’s the saying? The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree—or in cruder terms, a crooked beam warps the rafters!”

A cold glint flashed in Ye Qiu’s eyes.

Insult me, fine—but my mum? You’re asking for it.

He was about to snap, but Qian Jinglan gave him a look, signalling him to hold his tongue.

For over twenty years, Qian Jinglan had faced far worse taunts than this. Cao Chunmei’s words barely rippled her calm.

Besides, this was her eldest brother’s wife.

“You’re right to scold me, sister-in-law. I’ll watch myself in future,” Qian Jinglan said, still composed.

Cao Chunmei felt a pang of frustration.

She’d hoped to rile Qian Jinglan up, make her storm off with Ye Qiu in a huff.

That way, her and Qian Rong’s secret plot to get Qian Jinglan to sign the pledge would stay buried.

But Qian Jinglan wouldn’t take the bait, leaving Cao Chunmei feeling like she’d punched cotton.

Shame—no row, no drama.

Zhu Xuemiao thought it a pity, then said warmly, “Jinglan, don’t stand about out here. I’ll take you inside!”

“Thanks, Second Sister-in-law.”

Qian Jinglan thanked her and led Ye Qiu briskly into the Qian residence.

As he walked, Ye Qiu took it all in.

The Qian family’s old home was a courtyard house. The vermilion gate exuded an ancient charm, its brick walls like steadfast guards, solid and unyielding, covered in moss that whispered of a century’s history.

Flanking the gate stood two stone lions, their expressions stern.

In front, an ancient cypress tree, thick-trunked and leafy, heightened the courtyard’s old-world feel.

What caught Ye Qiu’s eye most was the couplet above the door.

“One clan, nine jinshi; five generations, four imperial tutors!”

Penned by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty.

Ten words that spoke volumes of the Qian family’s prestige.

Crossing the threshold, Ye Qiu saw a central skylight well in the courtyard.

On either side, a dozen rooms, meticulously laid out, with intricately carved window lattices—antique and elegant.

It clicked for Ye Qiu: this was a four-courtyard house.

Courtyard homes ranged from one to five courtyards and beyond.

In ancient times, only the elite lived in such places, with strict rank-based housing tiers.

First-rank officials typically had three-courtyard homes. A four-courtyard setup, a “grand mansion,” was for lords and princes.

Clearly, the Qian ancestors had basked in imperial favour.

“Second Sister-in-law, how’s Father doing?” Qian Jinglan’s face turned grave as she entered the residence.

“The old man’s not doing well. As for the details… well, you’ll see when you meet him. I’ll take you in!”

Zhu Xuemiao was about to lead Qian Jinglan to the back courtyard when an untimely voice piped up behind them:

“Hold on!”

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Qian Rong suddenly spoke up.

“Hold on!”

She turned to Zhu Xuemiao, “Auntie, three master physicians are treating Grandpa right now—bringing them in wouldn’t be right, would it?”

“Besides, there are so many important guests inside, and they’re dressed so shabbily. Won’t they embarrass the Qian family?”

Zhu Xuemiao looked torn, “Well…”

Qian Jinglan’s face darkened, “What, I can’t even see my own father?”

Qian Rong smirked, “Auntie, you were kicked out by Grandpa over twenty years ago. Even if you want to call him ‘Father,’ do you think he’d agree?”

“And you’ve brought a bastard back with you.”

“If Grandpa sees him, won’t you just infuriate him to death?”

Seeing the two squaring off, Zhu Xuemiao crossed her arms, ready to watch the drama unfold.

“Rong’er, I came back from Jiangzhou just to see Father one last time. If anyone tries to stop me, don’t blame me for getting nasty.”

Qian Jinglan, seasoned by life’s storms, unleashed an aura that completely overpowered Qian Rong when she got serious.

Qian Rong, rattled by this presence, instinctively stepped back half a pace.

That’s when Cao Chunmei stepped in.

“Qian Jinglan, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“You come back and start bullying your niece—is that how an aunt behaves?”

“Do you even see me here? Or your big brother?”

“Besides, Rong’er’s not stopping you—she just thinks it’s not the right time to see the old man.”

Qian Jinglan raised an eyebrow, “Pray tell, sister-in-law, when would be a good time to see Father?”

“When the old man wakes up, then you can see him.”

“And if Father doesn’t wake up?”

“You’ve got some nerve, Qian Jinglan—cursing the old man like that! I knew it—you’re up to no good coming back here.” Cao Chunmei planted herself in front of the door, “No matter what you say, I won’t let you see him.”

“Move!” Qian Jinglan snapped.

“No chance.” Cao Chunmei was blocking her because she feared the pledge would come to light if Qian Jinglan saw Old Master Qian.

Qian Jinglan was genuinely furious now. Her father’s life hung in the balance, and she’d travelled a thousand miles to see him one last time, only to be obstructed by her sister-in-law.

Anyone in her shoes would be livid.

“Are you moving or not?” Qian Jinglan’s face was icy.

“Not a chance,” Cao Chunmei sneered. “You stopped being part of this family ages ago. I’ve no idea how you’ve got the gall to show your face.”

Qian Jinglan’s expression turned steely. She raised her hand, ready to slap Cao Chunmei.

“Mum, calm down—there’s no need to get worked up over someone like this.”

Ye Qiu grabbed her hand, urging her to cool off, then turned to Cao Chunmei, “I’m not here to see Granddad.”

Cao Chunmei was taken aback.

This bastard wasn’t here for the old man?

Then what was he after?

The inheritance, maybe…

Her heart tightened, and she quickly said, “I don’t care why you’re here—you’re not welcome!”

Ye Qiu replied, “I’m here to treat Granddad.”

Qian Rong burst out laughing, “Treat him? Ha! You, a freshly minted junior doctor, think you’re fit to treat my grandpa?”

“Plus, my dad’s already brought in three master physicians. We don’t need you.”

“Why don’t you take a good look at yourself in a puddle—you’ve no idea what you’re worth, do you?”

Ye Qiu didn’t rise to it, smiling, “If I don’t give it a go, how’ll we know I can’t cure him?”

“Give it a go? Who do you think Grandpa is? His health’s precious—it’s not something you just ‘try’ on.”

“And stop calling him ‘Granddad’—he hasn’t acknowledged you as anything but a bastard.”

Qian Rong was relentless, her tone cutting.

Ye Qiu’s smile widened, “Maybe the three master physicians are stumped.”

“Rubbish! They’re the top medical experts in the country—how could they be stumped?”

“If even they can’t do it, you definitely can’t.”

“In short, you’re not seeing Grandpa.”

Ye Qiu glanced at Qian Rong, then at Cao Chunmei, chuckling, “You’re so scared of me seeing Granddad—done something guilty, have you?”

“Utter nonsense! I, Cao Chunmei, am upright and honest. Keep spouting drivel, and I’ll sue you for slander!”

Ye Qiu gave a faint smile and fell silent. From Cao Chunmei’s reactions and words, he was sure this mother-daughter duo had something to hide.

“It’s probably the pledge—they’re worried Mum and I will find out once we see Granddad.”

With that in mind, he said to Qian Jinglan, “Mum, since some people don’t want us seeing Granddad, let’s wait here. It won’t be long before someone’s begging us to go in.”

“Qiu’er, but your granddad’s condition…”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine for now.”

Ye Qiu was confident because, just before getting out of the car, he’d taken a call from Zhang Jiuling.

Zhang Jiuling asked where he was and briefed him on Old Master Qian’s state. After taking a tonic soup made from century-old ginseng, the old man’s condition had stabilised—he’d hold out till tomorrow morning.

Qian Rong overheard Ye Qiu and snapped, “Even if the sun rises in the west, I won’t beg you…”

She didn’t finish.

“Jinglan!”

Someone called out to Qian Jinglan.

Qian Rong turned and saw a group emerging from the inner courtyard, led by Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong.

Trailing them was Zhang Jiuling, the master physician.

Qian Rong’s face twitched as she muttered, “Weren’t they with Grandpa? Why’re they out here?”

Qian Bowen hurried to Qian Jinglan, asking, “Jinglan, when did you arrive?”

“A little while ago,” she replied.

“Good to have you back, so good,” Qian Bowen’s eyes reddened. After twenty-plus years, his little sister was finally home.

Qian Jinglan nearly teared up too.

Qian Weidong shifted the focus, his gaze landing on Ye Qiu, “Jinglan, this your son?”

“Qiu’er, say hello to your big uncle and second uncle,” Qian Jinglan instructed.

Ye Qiu politely greeted, “Hello, Big Uncle, Second Uncle. I’m Ye Qiu.”

“Hard to believe, after all these years apart, your son’s grown so much,” Qian Bowen said, then remembered something. “Jinglan, you’re just in time—come with us to welcome a miracle doctor!”

“Miracle doctor?” Qian Jinglan frowned, “What miracle doctor?”

“Oh, right—Father’s illness is tricky. Old Zhang called in a miracle doctor for us, and he just said the doctor’s arrived, so we’re off to greet him,” Qian Bowen explained, then turned to Zhang Jiuling, “Old Zhang, let’s go welcome him!”

Zhang Jiuling stayed put, saying, “No need to go.”

“Old Zhang, what do you mean?” Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong looked at him, puzzled.

Zhang Jiuling smiled, “Because this miracle doctor is far on the horizon, yet right before your eyes.”

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Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong froze.

A divine doctor, far in the heavens yet near at hand?

Who?

Their gazes swept over the crowd, briefly landing on Ye Qiu before moving on after a few seconds.

In his twenties—how could he be a divine doctor?

Qian Bowen hurriedly asked, “Elder Zhang, stop teasing us with riddles. Where’s this divine doctor?”

“Yeah, why don’t I see him?” Qian Weidong chimed in.

Zhang Jiuling chuckled, “I say, you two, how do you get so muddled at the critical moment? The divine doctor is your nephew!”

What?

Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong were dumbfounded.

Ye Qiu, a divine doctor?

Impossible!

Not just them— Cao Chunmei, Qian Rong, and the others were stunned too. They’d been mocking Ye Qiu just moments ago.

“Elder Zhang, you’re not joking, right? Ye Qiu’s just a bastard—how could he be a divine doctor?” Qian Rong blurted out.

Qian Bowen flared up, scolding, “Rong’er, don’t talk nonsense!”

“Where’s the nonsense? He is a bastard!”

Qian Rong turned to Zhang Jiuling, “Elder Zhang, open your eyes and look closely. How could he be a divine doctor?”

Zhang Jiuling’s face darkened, his voice stern, “Are you saying I’m old and blind?”

“That’s not what I meant…”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I just think, a rookie doctor who’s barely gone permanent, how could he be a divine doctor… I get it now!”

Qian Rong suddenly pointed at Ye Qiu, shouting, “You bastard, you love playing the big shot!”

“You must’ve tricked Elder Zhang somehow, making him think you’re a divine doctor.”

“That’s it, haha… Caught you out, didn’t I? Let’s see how you talk your way out of this!”

Ye Qiu looked at Qian Rong with pity and smiled, “A brain’s a fine thing—shame you don’t have one.”

“You dare insult me?”

Qian Rong snapped, “Looks like you don’t know where you are. Let me tell you, this is my house!”

“Guards! Throw this bastard out!”

“Enough nonsense!” Qian Bowen barked. Whether Ye Qiu was the divine doctor Zhang Jiuling claimed or not, he wouldn’t let Qian Rong kick him out.

Because Ye Qiu was Qian Jinglan’s son, his own nephew!

Qian Bowen said sternly, “Rong’er, stop this. Ye Qiu’s your cousin—show some respect.”

Qian Rong bristled, “Dad, why are you defending a bastard…”

“Enough!”

Qian Bowen’s face turned livid as he pointed at Cao Chunmei, “How do you even raise your daughter?”

To his surprise, Cao Chunmei didn’t reprimand Qian Rong but doubled down, “I think Rong’er’s spot on. Twenty-plus years ago, when the old man kicked Qian Jinglan out, didn’t he call her kid a bastard too?”

“If you think that’s wrong, take it up with him. Why yell at us here?”

“Plus, when we went to Jiangzhou, this bastard admitted himself he’d just gone permanent. You think he’s a divine doctor?”

Qian Bowen was so furious he couldn’t speak.

Qian Weidong, from the moment he saw Ye Qiu, noticed something special—clear eyes, a confident brow, standing there steady as a mountain.

Could Elder Zhang be right? Was he really a divine doctor?

But…

So young!

“Elder Zhang, is it true? Ye Qiu’s a divine doctor?” Qian Weidong asked.

Zhang Jiuling snorted, “What, you doubt me too?”

“No misunderstanding, Elder Zhang. It’s just, my nephew’s so young—calling him a divine doctor is hard to swallow…”

Qian Weidong shifted gears, “Jinglan, Ye Qiu, come with me to see Father!”

As the saying goes, you test a mule or a horse by taking it for a walk.

A businessman with a sharp mind, Qian Weidong figured if Ye Qiu saw their father, they’d know if he was a divine doctor soon enough.

Qian Bowen added, “Yes, Jinglan, come with me to see Father!”

“Alright.”

Qian Jinglan nodded, about to step forward, when Ye Qiu grabbed her arm.

“Mom, this family doesn’t welcome us. Let’s not go in!”

Qian Weidong quickly said, “Ye Qiu, don’t be upset. You’ve come all this way—how can you not go in? Come with me!”

He reached for Ye Qiu, but found him rooted in place, immovable.

Qian Rong, eager for Ye Qiu to skip meeting the old man, sneered, “If I were a bastard, I’d be too ashamed to see Grandpa too.”

“Can you shut up for once?”

Qian Bowen glared at Qian Rong, then turned to Ye Qiu, “Your mom and your grandpa haven’t seen each other in over twenty years. Let her have this meeting!”

“It might be their last!”

“Since Elder Zhang says you’re a divine doctor, your skills must be top-notch. If there’s a chance to save Father, help him out. He’s your grandpa, after all…”

“Uncle!” Ye Qiu cut Qian Bowen off, “I get what you’re saying. I wanted to go in and treat Grandpa earlier, but some people wouldn’t let me. What could I do?”

Zhu Xuemiao, who’d been watching the drama unfold and hoping it’d escalate, piped up, “Big Brother, this really isn’t Ye Qiu and Jinglan’s fault.”

“Jinglan wanted to see the old man, and Ye Qiu offered to treat him, but Sister-in-law and Rong’er blocked them every step, refusing to let them in.”

“They said Jinglan and Ye Qiu dressed too shabbily, embarrassing them, and that the Qian family, a scholarly household, didn’t welcome Ye Qiu—told them to get lost.”

“I was fuming just hearing it.”

Cao Chunmei snapped, “Zhu Xuemiao, stop stirring trouble. No one thinks you’re mute if you stay quiet.”

Zhu Xuemiao grinned, “Sister-in-law, dare you say you didn’t say those things?”

“You—”

Qian Bowen’s face twisted with anger as he roared at Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong, “Apologize to Jinglan and Ye Qiu now!”

Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong turned away, pretending not to hear.

“You two will be the death of me!” Qian Bowen suppressed his rage and said to Ye Qiu, “Ye Qiu, I’m sorry. I’ll apologize for them.”

“Uncle, it’s not your fault—why apologize?”

Qian Bowen sighed helplessly, “Chunmei and Rong’er—I can’t control them…”

“Uncle, if you can’t manage your wife and daughter, let me handle them for you!”

With that, Ye Qiu appeared before Qian Rong in a flash, delivering three sharp slaps to her face.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

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The crisp sound of slaps echoed through the room.

Qian Rong was stunned.

Everyone else was too.

No one expected Ye Qiu, with his cheerful smile, to act so decisively.

But what shocked them more was that after slapping Qian Rong three times, Ye Qiu swiftly moved to Cao Chunmei and delivered another three slaps.

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

In an instant, half of Cao Chunmei’s face swelled up.

Ye Qiu said coldly, “I’m a petty person. Insult me, and I’ll let it slide. Insult my mom, and you’re done.”

“You bastard, you dare hit me? I’ll fight you to the death!” Cao Chunmei lunged at Ye Qiu like a madwoman.

Ye Qiu sidestepped, letting her stumble past, then whispered in her ear, “If you don’t want me to spill the beans about the agreement, you’d better behave.”

Instantly, Cao Chunmei froze as if struck by a spell, her body rigid.

Only then did Qian Rong snap out of it, yelling at Ye Qiu, “You jerk, I’ll kill you…”

“Stop!”

Qian Duoduo burst out from the shadows, stepping in front of Ye Qiu and pointing at Qian Rong, “Show some respect to my cousin, or I won’t go easy on you.”

“Qian Duoduo, you’re actually calling this bastard your cousin? Have you lost your mind? Get out of my way!”

“Qian Rong, I’m telling you, with me here today, you won’t touch my cousin unless you step over my dead body.”

Qian Duoduo stood tall and righteous, determined to protect Ye Qiu.

“Duoduo’s finally grown up,” Qian Weidong thought, touched by the scene.

Little did he know, Qian Duoduo’s stance stemmed from witnessing Ye Qiu’s ruthlessness in the capital.

When Ye Qiu got fierce, he was scarier than a demon.

Qian Duoduo cursed inwardly at Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong—provoking this demon was a death wish.

“Qian Duoduo, are you moving or not?”

“I’ll count to three. If you don’t, I’ll beat you too.”

“One, two, three!”

Qian Rong shoved Qian Duoduo aside and swung around to kick Ye Qiu from the side.

“Rong’er, stop!”

Cao Chunmei quickly blocked her, scolding with a stern face, “In front of everyone, what are you doing? Have some decency!”

Qian Rong hadn’t expected Cao Chunmei to reprimand her. Stunned, she said, “Mom, are you brain-dead from his slaps…”

Slap!

Cao Chunmei landed a hard slap on Qian Rong’s face, “Watch your mouth.”

“Ye Qiu’s your cousin, not some bastard.”

“Speak out of line again, and I’ll slap you again.”

Qian Rong clutched her face, staring at Cao Chunmei in disbelief.

The others were equally shocked.

Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong were clearly a team—why, after Ye Qiu’s slaps, was Cao Chunmei defending him?

Had she been beaten into submission?

After a pause, Qian Rong shouted at Cao Chunmei, “Mom, he hit me! Why are you taking his side? Am I still your daughter?”

“Because you’re my daughter, I have to discipline you.”

“The Qian family’s a scholarly household—where are your manners?”

“Good thing no outsiders are here. If they saw this, they’d blame me for not raising you right.”

Cao Chunmei spoke while frantically signaling Qian Rong with her eyes.

Though Qian Rong wasn’t the sharpest, she caught her mother’s cue. Snorting, she pointed at Ye Qiu, “I’ll let it go today. Next time, we’re not done.”

That’s it?

Zhu Xuemiao, still enjoying the drama, hadn’t had her fill. She jumped in with fake concern, “Sister-in-law, does your face hurt?”

“Shut up!” Cao Chunmei snapped.

Zhu Xuemiao smirked, “Fine, I try to care, and you don’t appreciate it. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you.”

“Ye Qiu, if I were you, I’d give them a few more slaps to teach them a lesson.”

“Mom, can you say less?” Qian Duoduo glared at Zhu Xuemiao.

“You ungrateful brat! After some time in the capital, you dare glare at your own mother? Think your wings are strong now?” Zhu Xuemiao grabbed Qian Duoduo’s ear and dragged him off.

After dealing with Cao Chunmei and her daughter, Ye Qiu turned to Qian Bowen, “Uncle, forgive my bluntness, but those who need discipline should be disciplined.”

“Otherwise, the Qian family’s century-old scholarly reputation might crumble.”

Then he addressed Zhang Jiuling, “Sorry, Elder Zhang, for making you witness this mess.”

“Ye Qiu, let me take you to see Old Qian,” Zhang Jiuling said.

“Alright.”

With that, Ye Qiu and the others headed to the inner courtyard.

Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong stayed put. Only after Ye Qiu’s group entered the inner courtyard did Qian Rong confront her mother.

“Mom, what was that? Why’d you stop me from hitting that bastard?”

“Ye Qiu knows about the agreement,” Cao Chunmei said.

Qian Rong replied, “When Qian Jinglan signed it, that bastard was home. Isn’t it normal he’d know?”

“I mean he knows we’re after the old man’s inheritance.”

“What?” Qian Rong asked, shocked, “How does that bastard know about this?”

“I don’t know how he found out. He just threatened me—if I don’t want him spilling the beans about the agreement, I’d better behave.” Cao Chunmei fumed, “A bastard, hitting me wasn’t enough—he’s threatening me now. Unbelievable!”

“Mom, what do we do next?”

“Let’s watch and wait.”

Qian Rong growled, “That bastard hit me. I can’t swallow this!”

“You think I can?” Cao Chunmei said, “I’m over fifty—when have I ever been hit?”

“And by a bastard, no less.”

“I’d tear him apart if I could.”

Qian Rong suggested, “Mom, how about I get someone to deal with him?”

“Not yet. Don’t act rashly.”

Cao Chunmei continued, “Our main goal now is to wait for the old man to die and secure the inheritance.”

“Once it’s ours, then we’ll settle with that bastard.”

Qian Rong suddenly recalled something, “Mom, what if that other thing gets out…”

“Shut up!”

Cao Chunmei’s face turned grave. She glanced around, then whispered, “Rong’er, bury that in your gut and never mention it again.”

“If it gets out, your dad won’t forgive us, the Qian family won’t, nor will the old man’s disciples.”

“We’d end up like Qian Jinglan twenty years ago—kicked out. Worse, we might spend the rest of our lives in prison.”

“So keep your mouth shut. Don’t ever speak of it, even if you’re dying!”

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In a corner of the Qian household.

“Ow… ow… Mom, let go!” Qian Duoduo yelped as Zhu Xuemiao yanked his ear.

Zhu Xuemiao released him, fuming, “You little punk, glaring at your own mom for an outsider? Do you need a beating?”

Qian Duoduo grinned sheepishly, “Mom, don’t be mad. I’m doing this for your sake.”

“For my sake?” Zhu Xuemiao’s eyes widened, “If you really cared, you wouldn’t defend that bastard. It’d be better if they fought!”

“You’re not usually like this. What’s up today?”

“Why’d you step up for that bastard…”

“Shh!”

Qian Duoduo pressed a finger to his lips, glancing around. Seeing no one, he sighed in relief and whispered, “Mom, never call Ye Qiu a bastard again.”

“Why not?” Zhu Xuemiao asked, puzzled.

Qian Duoduo said gravely, “Ye Qiu’s untouchable. Absolutely untouchable.”

Zhu Xuemiao laughed, “A bastard? I’d be scared of him?”

“Mom, you saw what happened to Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong, right? I’m telling you, if Ye Qiu didn’t give Uncle some face, they’d both be corpses by now.”

“Those two idiots picked the wrong guy to mess with.”

“Ye Qiu sparing them was already a mercy.”

“Duoduo, you’re not making this up, are you? That bastard would dare kill?” Zhu Xuemiao chuckled, “This is a lawful society. If he killed, he’d rot in jail forever.”

“Mom, I told you, stop calling him a bastard. If he hears, we’re toast—seriously toast.”

Qian Duoduo continued, “I saw Ye Qiu in action in the capital.”

“You know Young Master Zhang, Elder Zhang’s grandson?”

“Ye Qiu crippled him right in front of me.”

What?

Zhu Xuemiao gasped, “Duoduo, is that true?”

“Would I lie about this? Not just Young Master Zhang—I called over a hundred guys to back him up against Ye Qiu. None of them could touch him. He took them all down.”

“Mom, picture this: blood everywhere, over a hundred guys screaming in pools of it.”

“I was terrified.”

“Then Young Master Zhang called his brother, Zhang Qingyao.”

“Zhang Qingyao?” Zhu Xuemiao exclaimed, “The grandson Elder Zhang favors most?”

“Exactly, Zhang Qingyao’s the heir Elder Zhang picked,” Qian Duoduo said, “When he showed up, he didn’t even dare fart. To get Ye Qiu to spare Young Master Zhang, he cut off his own hand.”

Hiss!

Zhu Xuemiao sucked in a sharp breath.

Qian Duoduo added, “I kept wondering why Ye Qiu didn’t touch me.”

“It hit me when I saw him outside earlier—he must’ve known I’m his cousin, so he let me off.”

“If I weren’t his cousin, Mom, you’d never see me again.”

Zhu Xuemiao was still reeling, “Didn’t the Zhang family go after Ye Qiu?”

“No.”

Qian Duoduo shook his head, “Young Master Zhang and Zhang Qingyao got chewed out by Elder Zhang when they got home.”

“Elder Zhang warned them: better to cross the King of Hell than Ye Qiu. When he snaps, he’s like a demon.”

“Later, I heard from Young Master Zhang that Ye Qiu joined some secret military unit, high-ranking too—rumor has it he’s the top leader’s granddaughter’s fiancé.”

“Good heavens!”

Zhu Xuemiao’s mind spun, too stunned to speak.

“Mom, you know Champion Marquis Xiao Jiu? His brother Xiao Qingdi tried stealing a woman from Ye Qiu and got crippled—wheelchair for life.”

“Xiao Jiu’s got insane power, a million troops under him, and even he won’t touch Ye Qiu. That’s how scary he is.”

“So, never cross Ye Qiu, or we’ll die miserably.”

Zhu Xuemiao patted her chest, shaken, “Duoduo, good thing you told me, or I might’ve caused a disaster.”

“Now that I know that bas—Ye Qiu’s background, I’ll be nicer to him and his mom.”

“Oh, Duoduo, don’t tell anyone this—especially Cao Chunmei and Qian Rong. They’ve been lording it over this house for years. Time they got put in their place.”

Qian Duoduo nodded.

Zhu Xuemiao frowned, “I heard he and his mom struggled in Jiangzhou all these years. How’d he end up the top leader’s granddaughter’s fiancé?”

“No idea.”

“Mom, you know that century-old ginseng I brought back? The boss of Baoli Auction House gave it to me.”

“They gifted it because of Ye Qiu’s influence.”

Qian Duoduo said with a mix of envy and admiration, “My cousin’s got connections that scare even the top dogs in the capital. If only I could be half as badass.”

Thwack!

Zhu Xuemiao smacked Qian Duoduo’s head, “If you were half as capable, I’d be happy.”

“Mom, half’s a lot. How about a tenth?”

“Oh, now you’re bargaining? Looking for a beating?”

“Mom, let’s head to the back courtyard. See if Ye Qiu can cure Grandpa.”

“You’re right. Let’s go.”

The Qian family’s inner courtyard was vast.

Ye Qiu followed Zhang Jiuling for several minutes, crossing it to reach the back courtyard.

Stepping through the gate, Ye Qiu sensed several gazes on him, heavy with authority.

He looked up to see middle-aged men in white shirts outside the main house, their faces stern.

That authority radiated from them.

“These must be the ‘important guests’ Qian Rong mentioned—probably Su Hang’s power players,” Ye Qiu thought, his expression calm. He nodded slightly to them and followed Zhang Jiuling to the main house door.

“Elder Zhang, this young guy’s the divine doctor you brought?”

The men eyed Ye Qiu, their looks skeptical and probing.

He was just too young.

In their minds, a divine doctor was a white-haired, bearded old man with an immortal air, like some sage.

Ye Qiu didn’t fit that image at all.

“Exactly,” Zhang Jiuling laughed, “Don’t underestimate Ye Qiu. His medical skills outshine mine by miles.”

Qian Bowen pointed at the men, introducing, “Ye Qiu, meet Secretary Wang, Governor Han, Mayor Zhao, Director Tian… They’re all Father’s students.”

“Leaders, this is Ye Qiu, my nephew. His medical skills… pretty impressive.”

“Greetings, leaders,” Ye Qiu smiled lightly, asking Qian Bowen, “Uncle, where’s Grandpa?”

“Inside the room. Follow me!”

Qian Bowen pushed open the door, leading Ye Qiu and Qian Jinglan inside.

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Entering the room.

Ye Qiu saw an old-fashioned rosewood bed against the wall, an elderly man lying on it, his face ashen, eyes tightly shut.

Old Master Qian!

One glance, and Ye Qiu could tell Old Master Qian was in critical condition.

Then.

His gaze swept the room, spotting two elderly men in their sixties or seventies standing by the bedside.

The one on the left wore a black robe, his face lean. The one on the right wore a gray long shirt, slightly plump.

As Ye Qiu stepped in, both men’s eyes fixed on him.

Li Chunfeng’s heart jolted. This is Ye Qiu?

No way!

At that moment, Qian Jinglan hurried to the bed, tears streaming down as she looked at the unconscious Old Master Qian.

“Dad, I’m back.”

She knelt, kowtowing three times to the comatose old man, then stood, clutching his frail, bony hand, choking out, “Dad, I’m sorry I came back so late.”

“I’ll never leave you again.”

“Dad, please wake up soon…”

Seeing this, Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong turned away, wiping tears.

“Old Zhang, this is Ye Qiu?” Nie Xue Liang asked Zhang Jiuling, eyeing Ye Qiu.

Zhang Jiuling nodded, introducing them to Ye Qiu, “Little Ye, let me introduce these two old fellows.”

“Pharmacology master Li Chunfeng.”

“Orthopedic master Nie Xue Liang.”

Even without the introduction, Ye Qiu had guessed their identities.

“Junior Ye Qiu greets the two seniors. Hello!”

Ye Qiu politely saluted, bowing slightly to both.

Li Chunfeng said, “Little Ye, we’re colleagues. No need for such formality.”

“Senior Li, you’re mistaken,” Ye Qiu said earnestly, “You’re not just my seniors, but revered national medical sages. For decades, you’ve saved countless lives. As a junior meeting you for the first time, I should bow—it’s only right.”

A glint flashed in Li Chunfeng’s eyes. This kid’s medical skills are exceptional, he’s polite, humble—a rare talent!

Nie Xue Liang laughed, “Little Ye, you don’t know how often Old Zhang raves about you in my ear. I’m tired of hearing it, but I’m thrilled to meet you here today.”

“Meeting three seniors here delights me too,” Ye Qiu said with a smile.

Li Chunfeng suddenly said, “Ye Qiu, I’ve seen you before.”

“Oh?” Ye Qiu had no recollection, asking, “Where did Senior Li see me?”

“On the highway.”

Li Chunfeng explained, “When Professor Qian sent for me to come to Su Hang, we passed a car accident. A truck driver was badly hurt. I was about to help, but when I pushed through the crowd, a young man was already treating him.”

“That was you, right?”

Ye Qiu remembered—on his way back from Dalong Mountain to Jiangzhou, he’d saved a truck driver. What a coincidence that Li Chunfeng had been there.

“Yes, that was me.”

He added apologetically, “Sorry, Senior Li. I was focused on saving him and didn’t know you were there, or I’d have greeted you.”

“No need to apologize. I only stayed a moment before leaving,” Li Chunfeng said kindly, “Little Ye, watching you treat that driver, I saw your medical talent. Would you like to study pharmacology with me?”

What’s this?

Trying to take me as a disciple?

Ye Qiu was taken aback.

Li Chunfeng continued, “The Li family has practiced medicine for generations, excelling in pharmacology, producing many famed doctors. My ancestor Li Shizhen is a legendary sage of medicine.”

“Little Ye, if you’d learn from me, I’d teach you everything I know.”

“And…”

“And me,” Nie Xue Liang jumped in, “I’m an orthopedic expert. Little Ye, if you’d study with me, I’d pass on all my skills.”

“Old Nie, no offense, but your skills can’t teach Ye Qiu,” Li Chunfeng said, “You know, that day he used the Heaven-Mending Hand to set that driver’s bones.”

“You know what the Heaven-Mending Hand means, right?”

“Tell me, can you do it?”

Nie Xue Liang froze, incredulous, “Little Ye, you know the Heaven-Mending Hand?”

Ye Qiu nodded, “A bit. I’ve only mastered eighteen of the moves, not all of it.”

Nie Xue Liang’s eyes nearly popped out.

The Heaven-Mending Hand, an unmatched bone-setting technique with thirty-six moves, long lost to time.

He couldn’t do a single one, yet Ye Qiu had half of it down.

After the shock, Nie Xue Liang felt a pang of regret.

“Finally meet a medical genius, and I can’t take him as a disciple. What a pity!”

Li Chunfeng smiled, “Little Ye, what do you think?”

I haven’t thought about it at all.

Ye Qiu felt torn, unsure how to decline Li Chunfeng, when Zhang Jiuling spoke up.

“Old Li, now’s not the time for this. Let Ye Qiu check on Old Qian first!”

“We got caught up introducing you and forgot to mention—Ye Qiu’s Old Qian’s grandson.”

Oh?

Li Chunfeng and Nie Xue Liang were surprised.

“Mom, step aside. I’ll check on Grandpa,” Ye Qiu gently pulled Qian Jinglan away.

Wiping her tears, Qian Jinglan said, “Qiu’er, you have to save your grandpa.”

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll do my best.”

Ye Qiu gave her a reassuring look, then sat by the bed, taking Old Master Qian’s pulse.

As he did, Zhang Jiuling said, “Old Qian’s pulse is faint, coming and going. Very odd.”

Nie Xue Liang added, “The strangest part is, even with the three of us examining him together, we couldn’t find the cause.”

Li Chunfeng said, “No external injuries, no signs of poisoning, yet his vital signs keep fading. It’s the first time I’ve seen anything this bizarre.”

Three minutes later.

Ye Qiu released Old Master Qian’s pulse.

He stood, bending to inspect the old man’s tongue, pupils, and other areas.

Still no cause.

As the three medical sages said, no poisoning, no injuries—just vital signs slipping away.

Ye Qiu frowned slightly, quietly activating his Heavenly Eye. In the next second, he saw a mass of black deathly aura gathered at Old Master Qian’s brow.

Beyond that, his skin was covered in black, curse-like patterns, interwoven densely, radiating an evil presence.

Ye Qiu’s heart jolted.

“It’s a curse!”

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Ye Qiu was utterly astonished.

Why would Old Master Qian be afflicted with a curse?

Old Master Qian was a renowned educator. By all logic, he shouldn’t have enemies. Who would want to take his life?

Besides, at his advanced age, even without a curse, he likely didn’t have many years left. Why go to such lengths?

Ye Qiu meticulously examined Old Master Qian’s body again, taking several minutes before withdrawing his gaze.

“Little Ye, any findings?” Zhang Jiuling asked.

Ye Qiu nodded slightly.

Li Chunfeng and Nie Xue Liang’s hearts jolted. Had this kid pinpointed the cause?

“I knew it. With you on the case, you’d spot something,” Zhang Jiuling said. “What’s the cause of Old Qian’s condition?”

Qian Jinglan couldn’t hold back, “Qiu’er, what’s wrong with your grandpa?”

Ye Qiu replied, “Grandpa isn’t sick.”

Everyone froze.

Qian Bowen and Qian Weidong, already skeptical of Ye Qiu’s supposed divine doctor status, felt their hopes plummet further at his words.

It seemed their nephew’s medical prowess wasn’t as impressive as Zhang Jiuling had claimed.

Qian Weidong said, “Father’s this ill—how can he not be sick?”

Qian Bowen added, “Ye Qiu, maybe take another look.”

“No need. Grandpa truly isn’t sick,” Ye Qiu insisted. “It’s precisely because he isn’t sick that the seniors’ combined efforts couldn’t find a cause.”

Curiosity got the better of Nie Xue Liang, “Then what’s causing Old Qian’s state?”

“A curse!”

Ye Qiu’s two words hung in the air.

A curse?

The three medical sages exchanged stunned glances, a flicker of shock in their eyes.

“A curse?” Qian Weidong blinked, “That’s a bit far-fetched, isn’t it?”

“Far-fetched doesn’t even cover it. It’s practically…” Qian Bowen stopped himself from saying Ye Qiu was spouting nonsense—too harsh, given he was family—and rephrased, “Talk of curses is baseless, a relic of feudal superstition. It doesn’t exist.”

“Uncle, I know you’ve read widely and studied abroad, embracing modern science. But just because you haven’t encountered something doesn’t mean it’s not real.”

“I’m a doctor. I must be rigorous about a patient’s condition, never speaking carelessly.”

“Besides, this is my grandpa lying here. Why would I make this up?”

Qian Bowen was left speechless.

“Little Ye, if you say Old Qian’s under a curse, do you know how it was placed on him?” Zhang Jiuling asked.

Ye Qiu countered, “Seniors, have you ever heard of the Art of Suppression?”

The three medical sages shook their heads.

Ye Qiu explained, “The Art of Suppression is essentially…”

“I know,” Qian Bowen interjected.

All eyes turned to him, intrigued.

Qian Bowen said, “Last year, I was invited by CCTV to do a history lecture on the Tang Dynasty. I pored over countless records and came across mentions of the Art of Suppression.”

“To put it simply, it’s a form of witchcraft.”

“According to the records, during Emperor Gaozong’s reign in the Tang Dynasty, Empress Wang was blamed for the sudden death of Wu Zetian’s daughter. Lacking evidence, Gaozong didn’t punish her.”

“But fearing Wu Zetian’s retaliation, Empress Wang grew anxious. She teamed up with Consort Xiao, hiring a Taoist priest to use the Art of Suppression to kill Wu Zetian.”

“When Gaozong found out, he was furious. He issued a decree condemning Empress Wang for plotting poison and using the Art of Suppression to harm palace members, unfit for an empress. She and Consort Xiao were imprisoned, demoted to commoners, and their families—parents, brothers—were stripped of titles and exiled to Lingnan.”

“That’s all I know,” Qian Bowen concluded.

“Uncle, you’re a professor for a reason—knowledgeable and impressive,” Ye Qiu praised, then continued, “As Uncle just said, the Art of Suppression is a type of witchcraft.”

“Ancient people used carved peach wood plaques, peach figurines, Bagua mirrors, swords, coins, even door gods to ward off misfortune.”

“If something bad had already happened, these items could turn it toward a positive outcome.”

“It’s an ancient method to dispel evil and avert disaster.”

“But in the hands of evildoers, the Art of Suppression reverses its effect, hastening misfortune or even taking lives.”

Qian Jinglan grasped something, asking, “Qiu’er, are you saying someone used the Art of Suppression on your grandpa?”

“Exactly. Someone evil cursed Grandpa with it, leading to his current state.”

Ye Qiu added, “The Art of Suppression is inherently mysterious. Ordinary medical methods can’t uncover its cause.”

He silently thanked his luck.

Good thing he had the Heavenly Eye, or he’d never have seen why Old Master Qian was unconscious.

“Little Ye, since you’ve identified Old Qian’s issue, can you treat it?”

Zhang Jiuling’s question drew every gaze to Ye Qiu.

Beyond curiosity, there was eager anticipation.

Ye Qiu scanned the room, nodding firmly, “Yes!”

“Then don’t waste time—start treating Old Qian!” Li Chunfeng was impatient to see how Ye Qiu would handle it.

Nie Xue Liang watched Ye Qiu’s every move closely.

Ye Qiu pulled a leather pouch from his pocket, unfolding it swiftly to reveal rows of golden needles.

“Huh, aren’t those Old Sun’s ancestral golden needles?” Nie Xue Liang exclaimed.

“Drop the ‘aren’t those.’ They are,” Zhang Jiuling chuckled, “You two don’t know yet—Old Sun’s already taken Ye Qiu as his master.”

What?

Li Chunfeng and Nie Xue Liang were floored.

They knew Sun Shengshou well. Though not as skilled as them, he was a reputable doctor in his own right.

They never imagined that, at his age, Sun Shengshou would apprentice under Ye Qiu.

Unbelievable!

“Not gonna lie, every time I see Little Ye save someone, I’m tempted to beg him to take me as a disciple too,” Zhang Jiuling said with a laugh.

Nie Xue Liang’s eyes flickered, his thoughts unclear.

Li Chunfeng locked onto Ye Qiu’s actions as he drew a seven-inch golden needle from the pouch, disinfected it, and pricked Old Master Qian’s brow. With a low shout—

“Soul Anchor!”

—Ye Qiu drove the needle into Old Master Qian’s brow with a palm strike.

Miracle Doctor Chapter 630

“Hiss—”

The seven-inch golden needle was driven into Old Master Qian’s brow with a forceful slap from Ye Qiu.

Qian Bowen’s heart clenched. Could his father withstand such a brutal strike?

But he knew little of medicine, and with the three medical sages standing by without intervening, he didn’t dare speak up.

Unbeknownst to him, the three sages were equally stunned.

They’d never seen such a needling technique before.

“Old Zhang, you’re an acupuncture expert. Do you recognize Little Ye’s method?” Nie Xue Liang whispered.

Zhang Jiuling shook his head, “Never seen it.”

Hiss!

Nie Xue Liang sucked in a breath, “This technique’s so aggressive, and even you don’t know it…”

“No need to worry. Little Ye wouldn’t act recklessly.”

Zhang Jiuling had a blind trust in Ye Qiu.

Among those present, he alone had witnessed Ye Qiu heal multiple times, giving him unshakable confidence.

Then.

Ye Qiu took out a second golden needle, also seven inches and fine as a hair. After sterilizing it with alcohol, he flicked it with his finger.

“Buzz!”

The needle vibrated rapidly, humming, before Ye Qiu slapped it into Old Master Qian’s Baihui acupoint.

Next, he pressed a finger to Old Master Qian’s temple, channeling a wisp of innate true qi into his body.

As soon as the qi entered, Old Master Qian’s body began to tremble violently.

“There’s a reaction!”

Qian Weidong’s eyes lit up, starting to see Ye Qiu in a new light.

The three medical sages had examined his father for hours, using every method—including a tonic soup brewed from century-old ginseng—yet there’d been no sign of recovery.

Qian Weidong hadn’t expected Ye Qiu to elicit a response in mere moments with just two needles.

And Old Master Qian’s trembling grew faster, looking like he might wake any second.

“Jinglan’s son isn’t simple!” Qian Weidong thought, glancing at Ye Qiu.

Time ticked by.

Old Master Qian trembled for ten minutes, yet his eyes remained shut.

“What’s going on? Why hasn’t Old Qian woken up?” Li Chunfeng wondered aloud.

Nie Xue Liang added, “By all logic, he should’ve woken by now!”

Zhang Jiuling chuckled, “Patience. Watch quietly. Little Ye knows what he’s doing.”

Five more minutes passed.

Ye Qiu withdrew his finger but left the two needles in Old Master Qian’s brow and Baihui acupoint.

“Ye Qiu, why hasn’t Father woken up?” Qian Bowen asked urgently as soon as Ye Qiu stopped.

“Uncle, Grandpa won’t wake.”

What did that mean?

Qian Bowen paled. Did this mean his father was still doomed?

Tears welled in Qian Jinglan’s eyes, “Qiu’er, your grandpa… is he really beyond saving?”

“Mom, don’t cry. I wasn’t finished,” Ye Qiu said. “Grandpa won’t wake yet, but it won’t be long before he does.”

“Ye Qiu, what are you getting at?” Qian Bowen asked, confused. “First you say he won’t wake, then he will. You’re spinning me in circles.”

Ye Qiu explained, “I said earlier that Grandpa was cursed with the Art of Suppression. To wake him, there’s only one way: find the suppression object.”

“Once we locate and burn it, Grandpa will wake immediately.”

Qian Bowen’s expression softened, “Oh, that’s how it is. You could’ve said so—I nearly had a heart attack.”

“Ye Qiu, let me ask: is finding the suppression object the only way Father wakes?” Qian Weidong inquired.

Ye Qiu nodded, “Yes.”

“And if we can’t find it?”

“Then Grandpa will never wake.”

“That’s a problem,” Qian Weidong said, grimacing. “We don’t even know who cursed Father—how do we find the object?”

Qian Bowen added, “Father could be strict, but he never made enemies. I can’t imagine who’d want to harm him.”

Ye Qiu said, “Uncle, Second Uncle, don’t worry. I have a way to find the curser.”

Their faces lit up with surprise and hope as they asked in turn:

“Ye Qiu, are you serious?”

“You can really find them?”

Ye Qiu gave a wry smile, “Uncles, can’t you have a little faith in me? I’m not just a doctor—I’m your nephew. Don’t you trust me at all?”

Qian Bowen coughed awkwardly, “Ahem, it’s not that we don’t trust you, just…”

“Qiu’er, don’t tease your uncles,” Qian Jinglan shot him a look. “When will you find the curser?”

“No rush. I need to prepare some things first,” Ye Qiu said, turning to Qian Bowen. “Uncle, do we have a compass at home?”

“A compass?” Qian Bowen paused, then realized, “You mean the kind used for fortune-telling?”

“Yeah,” Ye Qiu nodded. “Do we have one? I need it.”

“Father liked those things. If I recall, there’s one in his desk drawer. Wait a sec.” Qian Bowen went to fetch it.

Once he left, the three medical sages couldn’t hold back their questions.

“Little Ye, what technique did you just use?”

“Why leave the needles in Old Qian’s acupoints?”

“Since you knew the suppression object needs to be found and burned for him to wake, what was the point of your treatment?”

“Seniors, I’ll answer one by one,” Ye Qiu said with a smile.

“The technique I used is the Soul-Anchoring Needle, a lesser-known Taoist acupuncture method. That’s probably why Elder Zhang hasn’t heard of it.”

“It’s effective against evil and curses.”

“Curses are malevolent forces, perfectly countered by the Soul-Anchoring Needle.”

“By leaving the needles in Grandpa’s acupoints, the curse can’t harm him further.”

“Have you noticed, seniors? After I applied the needles, Grandpa’s complexion improved. That shows they’re working.”

The three sages glanced at the bed. Indeed, Old Master Qian’s face had regained some color.

Ye Qiu continued, “As for Elder Li’s question—why bother with the needles if I knew the suppression object was needed to wake him—there are two reasons.”

“First, as I said, the needles stop the curse from worsening.”

“Second… Elder Li, could you check Grandpa’s pulse?”

Li Chunfeng was puzzled but complied. As he grasped Old Master Qian’s wrist, his heart skipped a beat.