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Miracle Doctor Chapter 841

Ye Qiu stood outside the villa, yet to enter, when suddenly, he halted.

“This is my father’s residence, my father is inside,” Xu Zhiming explained to Ye Qiu, then walked towards the villa’s entrance.

After a couple of steps, Xu Zhiming noticed Ye Qiu wasn’t following. He turned and asked, “Xiao Ye, my father is inside.”

Ye Qiu, as if he hadn’t heard Xu Zhiming, stared at the villa, a glint of something unusual in his eyes.

“Ye Qiu oppa, what are you looking at?” Xu Changjin asked.

Ye Qiu said, “Have you noticed that the temperature here is lower than other places?”

Xu Changjin felt the air and said, “It’s a bit colder here than at our house.”

Xu Zhiming said, “Xiao Ye, you may not know, but there’s a fish pond behind my father’s house. That’s likely why the temperature here is lower than elsewhere.”

Ye Qiu shook his head, “It’s not because of the fish pond.”

Song Huixian immediately asked, “Xiao Ye, then what do you think is causing the lower temperature?”

Ye Qiu replied, “Yin energy.”

Yin energy?

At these words, Xu Zhiming and Song Huixian’s expressions changed.

Being well-versed in traditional Chinese culture, the couple naturally knew what yin energy was.

Xu Changjin, unaware of her parents’ reactions, asked curiously, “Ye Qiu oppa, what’s yin energy?”

Ye Qiu answered, “Simply put, it’s something unclean.”

Xu Changjin grew more puzzled, “What’s something unclean?”

Seeing she still didn’t understand, Ye Qiu said, “Have you heard of ghosts? Yin energy is something like that.”

“What?”

Xu Changjin’s face paled, fear flickering in her eyes. Instinctively, she moved closer to Ye Qiu, tightly clutching his arm with both hands.

Xu Zhiming noticed this, glanced at Xu Changjin and Ye Qiu, and seemed to understand something.

“Ye Qiu oppa, are you saying there’s a ghost in Grandpa’s house?” Xu Changjin asked nervously.

“If it were just a ghost, that would be easier to deal with. I’m afraid it’s not,” Ye Qiu’s gaze lingered on the space above the villa.

Silently, he activated his Heavenly Eye.

In an instant, Ye Qiu’s vision revealed a thick layer of black mist, like a dark curtain shrouding the villa.

Beyond the yin energy, Ye Qiu sensed a dense aura of death in the black mist.

This meant Xu Changjin’s grandfather didn’t have long to live.

“Uncle Xu, take me to see Old Mr. Xu,” Ye Qiu said, withdrawing his gaze.

“Alright,” Xu Zhiming replied, leading Ye Qiu into the villa.

Upon entering, Ye Qiu was taken aback.

The living room held twenty to thirty people, their attire clearly marking them as doctors.

They greeted Xu Zhiming warmly upon seeing him.

“They’re all doctors my dad hired to treat Grandpa. There are more upstairs, and those are top Korean doctors,” Xu Changjin whispered.

Ye Qiu nodded slightly, acknowledging her words.

He followed Xu Zhiming to the second floor, where, as Xu Changjin had said, a massive living room of several hundred square metres held at least fifty or sixty doctors.

Many of them were white-haired elderly men.

Xu Zhiming paused to exchange a few words with the doctors, then said to Ye Qiu, “These are the top Korean doctors I invited.”

“They’ve been staying here, checking on my father every four hours.”

“I just asked them, and they still haven’t found the cause of my father’s condition.”

“They also said my father likely has only a few days left.”

Tears welled up in Xu Changjin’s eyes at this.

Ye Qiu comforted her, “I’ve always believed that every illness has a cause.”

“Now that I’m here, Changjin, you don’t need to worry.”

“I’ll do everything I can.”

Xu Changjin nodded.

“My father is in the bedroom on the third floor,” Xu Zhiming said, leading Ye Qiu upstairs.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, a wave of yin energy hit them, chilling to the bone.

Xu Changjin shivered, and Song Huixian couldn’t help but shudder.

Such heavy yin energy!

Ye Qiu said, “Changjin, Auntie, you should stay out here.”

“The yin energy in the room is too strong. Staying inside too long isn’t good for your health.”

“Uncle and I are men, with strong yang energy, so we’re not affected by the yin.”

“Alright, we’ll wait here,” Song Huixian said.

Xu Changjin cautioned, “Ye Qiu oppa, be careful.”

“Mm,” Ye Qiu responded, following Xu Zhiming into the bedroom.

Inside were four middle-aged female servants.

“Uncle Xu, have them leave,” Ye Qiu said.

Xu Zhiming waved his hand, and the servants, understanding, bowed and left the room.

Ye Qiu looked towards the bed, where a gaunt-faced elderly man lay.

The man, in his seventies, had his eyes closed, his face ashen.

Ye Qiu activated his Heavenly Eye.

In the next moment, he saw a cluster of deathly energy gathered at the old man’s brow.

“Xiao Ye, this is my father, Xu Yuanzheng,” Xu Zhiming introduced.

Even without the introduction, Ye Qiu would have known.

After all, the only gravely ill person in the bedroom was this elderly man.

Ye Qiu approached the bed, closely observing Xu Yuanzheng. Though unconscious, the old man’s expression was serene, showing no signs of pain.

“Xiao Ye, please examine my father.”

“Mm.”

Ye Qiu sat by the bed, took Xu Yuanzheng’s right wrist, and began checking his pulse.

After a while, Ye Qiu released the wrist and stood up.

“Xiao Ye, my father, he…”

Before Xu Zhiming could finish, Ye Qiu said, “Old Mr. Xu’s pulse is very weak, on the brink of death.”

Xu Zhiming hurriedly asked, “Xiao Ye, have you found the cause of my father’s illness?”

Ye Qiu shook his head, “Apart from a weak pulse, Old Mr. Xu’s body is otherwise completely normal. From the perspective of Chinese medicine, he isn’t actually ill.”

Xu Zhiming was stunned, “Not ill?”

“How is that possible?”

“Xiao Ye, you just said my father is on the brink of death. How could he not be ill?”

“If he’s not ill, why is he in a coma?”

To be honest, Ye Qiu found it puzzling too.

He’d seen many strange conditions, but a case as bizarre as Xu Yuanzheng’s was a first.

What was causing Old Mr. Xu’s coma?

Ye Qiu’s gaze swept the room, then landed on the wall.

The wall was adorned with over a dozen ink paintings.

Ye Qiu walked to one of the paintings and examined it closely.

He noticed the paper was yellowed, exuding an ancient aura, as if they were relics of a bygone era.

Ye Qiu stared at the painting for a moment, then suddenly smashed the frame with a punch.

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“Clang!”

The picture frame shattered.

With a “crash,” glass shards scattered across the floor.

Xu Zhiming, startled by Ye Qiu’s action, asked, “Xiao Ye, what are you doing?”

“Uncle Xu, there’s something wrong with this painting,” Ye Qiu said.

Xu Zhiming hurried to the ancient painting, looked at it briefly, and asked, “What’s wrong with it?”

Ye Qiu said, “Uncle Xu, touch the painting with your hand.”

Xu Zhiming extended his fingers, lightly brushing the painting.

Instantly, a chill seeped into his skin, as if he were touching not a painting but a block of ice.

“Why is it so cold?”

Realising something, Xu Zhiming asked, “Could it be yin energy?”

Ye Qiu nodded slightly.

When he smashed the frame earlier, he had felt a strong wave of deathly energy rush towards him.

Xu Zhiming, more puzzled, asked, “How could there be deathly energy on an ancient painting?”

Ye Qiu said, “If I’m not mistaken, this painting was likely taken from an ancient tomb, and not just any tomb, but a malevolent one.”

Xu Zhiming was stunned, “A malevolent tomb?”

Seeing his confusion, Ye Qiu explained, “A tomb where many people died.”

That made sense.

Xu Zhiming seemed to recall something and said, “But that’s odd. Normal paintings couldn’t survive centuries in a tomb. Even if preserved, they’d oxidise upon contact with air. Why is this painting completely undamaged?”

“Uncle Xu, when you touched the painting, apart from feeling the cold, didn’t you notice anything else?” Ye Qiu said, “This painting isn’t made of paper.”

Xu Zhiming touched it again, surprised, “It feels a bit like cloth?”

Ye Qiu nodded, “You’re right, Uncle Xu. It’s a special kind of cloth.”

“This cloth is tough, very thin, and feels like paper. Paintings on this material can last a thousand years without damage.”

“It’s rare, likely only affordable by ancient nobility or high officials.”

Xu Zhiming asked, “Then this painting must be incredibly valuable?”

“Mm,” Ye Qiu affirmed, “This painting could sell for millions, maybe even tens of millions.”

Xu Zhiming, pointing to the dozen or so other paintings on the wall, said, “What about them…”

“They likely came from the same tomb as this one, all carrying deathly energy,” Ye Qiu asked, “Uncle Xu, how long have these paintings been hanging in the bedroom?”

“They were hung up a few days ago,” Xu Zhiming said, “A few days back, my father hosted a banquet at home with many guests.”

“Almost every guest brought him a gift.”

“These paintings were a gift. My father loved them so much that the day after the banquet, he had them hung in his bedroom.”

“Xiao Ye, why are you asking this?”

“Could my father’s illness be related to these paintings?”

Ye Qiu nodded.

“These paintings carry heavy deathly energy. Let alone someone as old as Old Mr. Xu, even a young, robust person like me would fall gravely ill after staying in this room too long.”

“Uncle Xu, do you know who gave these paintings to Old Mr. Xu?”

Ye Qiu suspected the giver had ill intentions.

“Speaking of which, you know the person who gave my father these paintings,” Xu Zhiming said.

Ye Qiu was slightly surprised, “I know them? Could it be Li Zhengxi?”

“Exactly him!”

Xu Zhiming said, “Not long ago, didn’t Li Zhengxi go to China to compete with you in medicine? In the end, fearing for his life, he called my father, hoping he could intervene to save him.”

“My father, knowing you and Changjin were acquainted, asked Changjin to reach out to you. He also contacted high-ranking officials in the Chinese military.”

“After losing the competition, Li Zhengxi returned to Korea and attended the banquet that very night, gifting these paintings to my father.”

Ye Qiu sneered, “These paintings are worth at least a hundred million. For Li Zhengxi to give them away, he’s quite generous.”

Xu Zhiming said, “Li Zhengxi is cunning. He gave my father these paintings for a reason.”

“First, my father saved his life, so he wanted to repay the favour.”

“Second, he knows my father loves collecting, so gifting paintings was catering to his tastes.”

“Third, he wanted to strengthen his ties with my father.”

Ye Qiu suddenly said, “Uncle Xu, have you considered that Li Zhengxi might have a fourth motive?”

Xu Zhiming paused, “A fourth motive? What’s that?”

“Perhaps Li Zhengxi intended to harm Old Mr. Xu,” Ye Qiu said.

Xu Zhiming shook his head, “That’s impossible.”

“Li Zhengxi is clever. Though he’s Korea’s medical saint, he knows that harming my father would be a death sentence.”

“Besides, he gave these paintings to my father in front of all the guests. If my father died because of them, he’d be the prime suspect.”

“Li Zhengxi is so afraid of death, he wouldn’t do something so foolish.”

Ye Qiu found Xu Zhiming’s reasoning sound.

“Uncle Xu, these paintings will only worsen Old Mr. Xu’s condition. They should be dealt with,” Ye Qiu said.

Xu Zhiming called out, “Someone, come here.”

Two security guards immediately entered.

Xu Zhiming ordered, “Take all the paintings off the wall and burn them.”

Ye Qiu was astonished. As expected of a top-tier wealthy family, burning paintings worth over a hundred million without batting an eye.

After the guards removed the paintings, Ye Qiu noticeably felt the yin energy in the bedroom lighten.

He checked Xu Yuanzheng’s pulse again.

Soon, Ye Qiu frowned once more.

He found that even with the paintings gone, Xu Yuanzheng’s condition hadn’t improved, and the cause of his illness remained elusive.

“Strange, every illness has a cause. Why can’t I find Old Mr. Xu’s?”

Ye Qiu activated his Heavenly Eye, his gaze penetrating Xu Yuanzheng’s skin to examine his organs.

Everything was normal.

“What a pity the old man isn’t here. Otherwise, I could have him divine a reading, and we might find a clue.”

Ye Qiu sighed inwardly.

Just then, Song Huixian’s voice came from outside, “Zhiming, Li Zhengxi and Li Minghan are here.”

“What are they doing here?” Xu Zhiming asked.

Song Huixian replied, “Li Zhengxi says he’s found the cause of Father’s illness and has a way to treat him.”

“Oh?” Xu Zhiming was surprised, “Did Li Zhengxi say what the cause is?”

“He said he wants to tell you in person,” Song Huixian said, “Zhiming, go meet Li Zhengxi.”

Xu Zhiming said, “Huixian, have Li Zhengxi come here.”

“Alright,” Song Huixian left.

Hearing their conversation, Ye Qiu was skeptical. Even I haven’t found the cause yet. Could Li Zhengxi really have?

It sounds unreliable.

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Ye Qiu thought for a moment and said, “Uncle Xu, Li Zhengxi lost to me in the China-Korea medical competition. He probably hates me to death.”

“To avoid unnecessary conflict, I won’t stay here.”

“I’ll head out first.”

As Ye Qiu spoke, he started to leave.

“Wait,” Xu Zhiming called out, stopping him. “You’re Changjin’s friend and my honoured guest. There’s no need to leave.”

“Don’t worry, this may be Korea, but Li Zhengxi wouldn’t dare target you.”

“If he tries anything excessive, I’ll be the first to deal with him.”

Ye Qiu was surprised. He hadn’t expected Xu Zhiming to be so protective of him.

“Uncle Xu, you’ve misunderstood. I’m not afraid of Li Zhengxi. I just don’t like trouble, so I’d rather step out.”

“If Li Zhengxi has truly found the cause and can cure Old Mr. Xu, that would be ideal.”

“But if he can’t, I won’t stand by and do nothing.”

Ye Qiu was well aware that Li Zhengxi, having lost the competition and his reputation, harboured deep resentment towards him.

If he stayed, a clash with Li Zhengxi was inevitable.

This was the Xu family’s home, with many prominent Korean doctors downstairs. If things escalated, it would put Xu Zhiming in an awkward position.

So, it was better to step aside for now.

Besides, Ye Qiu had no desire to see Li Zhengxi or his son.

“But…” Xu Zhiming started to say something, but as he spoke, Ye Qiu had already turned and left.

Xu Zhiming watched Ye Qiu’s retreating figure, thinking to himself, “This young man is upright and considerate, thinking of my position. He’s remarkable.”

…

After leaving the room, Ye Qiu saw Xu Changjin and Song Huixian standing outside.

“Auntie!” Ye Qiu greeted politely.

Song Huixian asked, “Xiao Ye, how’s Changjin’s grandfather doing?”

“Old Mr. Xu’s condition is a bit complicated, but don’t worry, Auntie, he’s stable for now.” Ye Qiu then turned to Xu Changjin, “Changjin, why don’t you show me around?”

“Sure!” Xu Changjin agreed eagerly.

Song Huixian found it odd. Why would Ye Qiu want to wander around at a time like this?

Just then, Xu Changjin said, “Ye Qiu oppa, let’s go to the back courtyard. Li Zhengxi and Li Minghan are here, and I don’t want to see them.”

Song Huixian suddenly understood. Ye Qiu was avoiding a run-in with Li Zhengxi and his son. She quickly said, “Changjin, take Xiao Ye to your grandfather’s study instead.”

“The study is right next to the bedroom,” Song Huixian pointed to the room beside it. “If anything urgent happens with your father, Xiao Ye can help.”

Ye Qiu nodded, “I’ll follow Auntie’s arrangement.”

“Ye Qiu oppa, follow me,” Xu Changjin said, pushing open the door next to the bedroom and leading Ye Qiu into the study.

Upon entering, Ye Qiu felt a sense of calm and clarity.

The study was not only spacious but elegantly furnished. The desk, chairs, floor, and bookshelves were all crafted from precious rosewood, exuding a natural woody fragrance.

One entire wall was a bookshelf, neatly lined with countless books.

“Ye Qiu oppa, if you want to read, help yourself,” Xu Changjin said.

“Alright,” Ye Qiu replied, pulling a book from the shelf. He flipped it open, glanced at it, and put it back.

He took another book, looked at it briefly, and returned it as well.

In one go, Ye Qiu picked up over a dozen books, each time opening them for a quick look before placing them back.

Xu Changjin, observing this, asked, “Ye Qiu oppa, are none of these books interesting to you?”

“Mm, not really,” Ye Qiu said lightly.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested; he simply couldn’t understand them.

They were all in English.

“I’m not interested either,” Xu Changjin said. “These are all books on global economics. Grandpa loves them, but I find them dull.”

Just then, Ye Qiu’s ears twitched. He faintly heard voices from the bedroom next door.

He activated his Heavenly Eye, his gaze piercing through the wall.

The scene in the bedroom was clear as day.

Li Zhengxi and Li Minghan had entered, bowing to Xu Zhiming.

“Greetings, Mr. Xu!” Li Zhengxi said respectfully, showing none of the arrogance of Korea’s medical saint.

“Mr. Li, what’s the cause of my father’s illness?” Xu Zhiming asked directly.

Li Zhengxi smiled faintly, “Mr. Xu, have you heard of witchcraft?”

Xu Zhiming’s expression shifted slightly, “Are you saying my father’s been afflicted by witchcraft?”

“Yes,” Li Zhengxi nodded.

“What’s your evidence?” Xu Zhiming asked.

Li Zhengxi said, “Mr. Xu, you’ve hired so many renowned doctors to examine Old Mr. Xu. Have they found anything? No!”

“They’ve used all sorts of medical equipment, yet found nothing.”

“This struck me as odd. What illness could Old Mr. Xu have?”

“Why can’t we find the cause?”

“I’ve been poring over medical texts these past few days and concluded that Old Mr. Xu has been cursed by witchcraft.”

Nonsense!

Ye Qiu, hearing Li Zhengxi’s words, sneered.

He knew witchcraft was widespread, existing in both China and Korea since ancient times.

If Old Mr. Xu had truly been cursed, Ye Qiu would have noticed it the moment he saw him.

Under the Heavenly Eye, witchcraft would leave traces.

“Since you’ve identified it as witchcraft, you must have a way to treat it, right?” Xu Zhiming asked Li Zhengxi.

Li Zhengxi said, “There is indeed a treatment, but…”

“But what?”

“But the treatment is extremely taxing and could even cost me my life.”

Xu Zhiming said, “So you’re saying you won’t treat my father?”

“No, I’m willing to treat Old Mr. Xu,” Li Zhengxi said. “Over the years, Old Mr. Xu has shown me great kindness, especially recently during the China-Korea medical competition when I lost to China’s Ye Qiu. Old Mr. Xu went to great lengths to save my life.”

“I’ve never forgotten his kindness.”

“Now that I have a chance to treat Old Mr. Xu, I’m duty-bound, but…”

Xu Zhiming glanced at Li Zhengxi, “What are your conditions?”

Li Zhengxi’s intentions were seen through. He gave an awkward laugh and said, “Witchcraft is very strange. If I treat Old Mr. Xu, I’ll pay a heavy price. At best, I’ll never practice medicine again; at worst, I could die.”

“Mr. Xu, you know my greatest concern in life is my son. I want to leave something for Minghan.”

“So, this time, my fee will be a bit higher.”

Xu Zhiming said, “The Xu family doesn’t lack money. As long as you can cure my father, everything’s negotiable. By the way, how much is your fee?”

Li Zhengxi held up one finger, “This amount.”

“A hundred million?” Xu Zhiming asked.

Li Zhengxi shook his head with a smile.

“A billion?” Xu Zhiming said readily, “Fine, if you cure my father, I’ll give you a billion…”

“Mr. Xu, you’ve misunderstood,” Li Zhengxi interrupted, smiling, “I didn’t mean a billion, but ten billion.”

“In US dollars!”

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Ten billion.

In US dollars!

Why don’t you just rob a bank?

Ye Qiu was stunned.

It was the first time he’d seen a doctor demand such an exorbitant fee from a patient’s family. This wasn’t just a lion’s share—it was a gross violation of a doctor’s duty and ethics.

An absolute disgrace to the medical world!

“This bastard’s heart is black. Good thing he’s not a Chinese doctor, or I’d make sure he was done for,” Ye Qiu cursed inwardly.

In the bedroom, Xu Zhiming’s face was filled with anger.

He never imagined Li Zhengxi would demand ten billion US dollars. It was far beyond his expectations.

“Mr. Xu, as long as you give me ten billion US dollars, I’ll cure Old Mr. Xu,” Li Zhengxi said.

Xu Zhiming’s expression turned cold, “Li Zhengxi, do you even understand what ten billion US dollars means? Could you even spend that much?”

Li Zhengxi said calmly, “I told you, I want to leave something for Minghan.”

Xu Zhiming replied, “I don’t care who you want to leave money to. Let me be clear: I won’t agree to your demand.”

Li Zhengxi’s face remained composed, as if he’d anticipated Xu Zhiming’s reaction. “Mr. Xu, from what you’re saying, it sounds like you don’t want to save Old Mr. Xu?”

Xu Zhiming said, “Of course I want to save my father, but I won’t agree to such an outrageous and unreasonable demand.”

“Mr. Li, please leave.”

Li Zhengxi was taken aback.

He’d expected Xu Zhiming to resist, but not to dismiss him outright.

“If that’s the case, I’ll go,” Li Zhengxi said. “But let me solemnly remind you, Mr. Xu, Old Mr. Xu’s condition is critical. He has, at most, two days left.”

“And witchcraft isn’t something just any doctor can treat.”

Xu Zhiming’s brows shot up, “Li Zhengxi, what are you implying?”

“Are you saying no one but you can cure my father?”

Li Zhengxi smiled, “Isn’t that obvious?”

“Mr. Xu, you’ve hired so many renowned Korean doctors. Has any of them identified Old Mr. Xu’s condition?”

“Do you really think a bunch of incompetents who can’t even find the cause can cure him?”

Xu Zhiming said, “If they can’t cure him, I’ll find someone who can.”

“Li Zhengxi, you may be Korea’s medical saint, but your skills aren’t unmatched.”

“Otherwise, how could you have lost so badly in China?”

“Dozens of rounds, and you didn’t win a single one. Pathetic!”

At this, Li Zhengxi snorted, “Minghan, let’s go.”

With that, he led Li Minghan towards the bedroom door.

As he reached the doorway, Li Zhengxi suddenly stopped and said, “Tianxing Group is Korea’s largest company, with a market value of over three hundred billion US dollars. I never imagined Mr. Xu would be too stingy to spend ten billion to save Old Mr. Xu.”

“As the saying goes, there are no filial sons at a sickbed.”

“I see it now—your so-called father-son bond is just a performance.”

“If Old Mr. Xu dies, I’ll make sure to tell the Korean public that he didn’t have to die, but because you, Mr. Xu, were unwilling to pay, he passed away.”

Xu Zhiming’s face darkened.

If Li Zhengxi followed through, Xu Zhiming would become a pariah in Korea, branded as an unfilial son.

In Korea, where filial piety is deeply valued, being seen as unfilial would be disastrous for both Xu Zhiming personally and for Tianxing Group.

“Mr. Xu, if I tell the Korean public about this, do you think it would become a scandal for Tianxing Group?”

“Would the public boycott Tianxing Group’s products because of you?”

“Would Tianxing Group’s stock plummet? By ten billion? Or a hundred billion?”

“Hahaha…”

Li Zhengxi burst into laughter.

Xu Zhiming’s face turned livid with rage, “Li Zhengxi, you dare threaten me?”

“No, no, Mr. Xu, you misunderstand. You’re the future head of Tianxing Group—how could I dare threaten you? I’m merely stating facts,” Li Zhengxi said with a smile.

Xu Zhiming was about to explode when Ye Qiu’s voice suddenly rang in his ear, “Uncle Xu, agree to Li Zhengxi’s terms. Let him treat Old Mr. Xu.”

Xu Zhiming looked around but saw no sign of Ye Qiu, wondering if he’d misheard.

Then Ye Qiu’s voice came again, “Uncle Xu, agree to him.”

It was definitely Ye Qiu!

Where was he?

Xu Zhiming found it strange but followed Ye Qiu’s advice, asking, “Li Zhengxi, you say you can cure my father. How confident are you?”

Li Zhengxi smiled faintly, “One hundred percent.”

“You’re certain?”

“Absolutely.”

“Fine, I’ll agree to your terms. If you cure my father, I’ll give you ten billion US dollars,” Xu Zhiming said. “But let me be clear: if you fail, don’t blame me for being unkind.”

Li Zhengxi didn’t hesitate, smiling, “No problem, but before I start treatment, I need the money first.”

“Impossible,” Xu Zhiming said. “Ten billion US dollars isn’t a small sum. What if you take it and run?”

“Mr. Xu, rest assured, I won’t go anywhere until Old Mr. Xu wakes up.”

“I just said, ten billion US dollars is no small amount. Even if I call the bank now to arrange it, the transfer won’t happen until tomorrow.”

Li Zhengxi said, “In that case, I’ll come back tomorrow to treat Old Mr. Xu. He won’t die just yet.”

“How about this? I’ll give you a deposit today,” Xu Zhiming said. “As long as you cure my father, I’ll pay the rest tomorrow, not a cent less.”

Li Zhengxi exchanged a glance with Li Minghan, then nodded, “Fine, I want five billion US dollars.”

Xu Zhiming said, “Five billion is too much. I’ll give you one billion. If you don’t agree, come back tomorrow.”

Seeing Xu Zhiming suddenly toughen up, Li Zhengxi relented, “One billion is fine. Transfer it now.”

Xu Zhiming was straightforward, “Give me the account details.”

“Minghan, give Mr. Xu the account.”

Xu Zhiming made a call, instructing the finance team to transfer the money to Li Minghan.

Five minutes later, Li Minghan, checking his phone, said excitedly, “Dad, the money’s arrived.”

Li Zhengxi smiled, “Mr. Xu, you’re a man of action.”

“Enough talk. Start treating my father,” Xu Zhiming said, displeased.

Li Zhengxi approached the bed, making a show of checking Xu Yuanzheng’s pulse, pupils, and tongue. Then his gaze flicked to the wall, and he froze.

Where were the paintings?

Since entering, he’d been so focused on negotiating money with Xu Zhiming that he hadn’t noticed the walls were now bare.

Li Zhengxi couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Xu, I remember there were several paintings on the wall when I came a few days ago. Where are they?”

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In the study next door, Ye Qiu overheard Li Zhengxi asking about the paintings and immediately sensed something was off about the man.

“Why do you ask?” Xu Zhiming questioned.

Li Zhengxi said, “I just want to know where those paintings went.”

Xu Zhiming replied, “I’ve already had them burned.”

Burned?

What a waste.

Those paintings were worth over a hundred million!

A flicker of pain crossed Li Zhengxi’s eyes, though it vanished quickly, it was caught by Ye Qiu’s sharp gaze.

Li Zhengxi said, “To be honest, Mr. Xu, those paintings came from an ancient tomb and carried heavy yin energy. Hanging them in the room was bad for Old Mr. Xu’s health.”

“I mentioned this to Old Mr. Xu at the time, but he insisted on keeping them up, and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

“Fortunately, you’ve had them burned, Mr. Xu. That should have a positive effect on Old Mr. Xu’s condition.”

Xu Zhiming said, “Enough talk. You said you could cure my father, so get on with it!”

“Mr. Xu, please be patient. I’ll start treating Old Mr. Xu shortly, but witchcraft is mysterious, and I need to make some preparations.”

Li Zhengxi turned to Li Minghan, “Bring the things in.”

“Yes.”

Li Minghan hurried out and soon returned with a travel bag.

Li Zhengxi opened it, pulling out a Taoist robe, a peach wood sword, yellow talisman paper, and other ritual items.

Ye Qiu glanced at them. These were mere trinkets, not genuine ritual tools.

In other words, Li Zhengxi’s so-called ritual was pure theatrics.

What was this old man up to?

Li Zhengxi donned the robe, held the peach wood sword, and said to Xu Zhiming, “Mr. Xu, please step back.”

Xu Zhiming moved aside.

Then, Li Zhengxi burned incense and paper, prancing around the bedroom like a charlatan, wielding the peach wood sword while muttering gibberish.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but want to laugh.

This wasn’t a ritual—it was a performance.

Li Zhengxi’s movements were bizarre, like a madman flailing about.

Ye Qiu found it amusing.

“If this can cure Old Mr. Xu, I’ll write my name backwards.”

Li Zhengxi danced around Xu Yuanzheng’s bed a few times, then pointed the peach wood sword at him, shouting, “Awake, awake…”

But Xu Yuanzheng showed no response.

Xu Zhiming, tense, asked, “Why isn’t my father waking up?”

Li Zhengxi let out a long sigh, “I thought Old Mr. Xu’s witchcraft was easy to break, but I was too optimistic.”

“The witchcraft affecting Old Mr. Xu isn’t ordinary—it’s an extremely powerful and evil kind.”

“I’m certain now that someone is trying to harm Old Mr. Xu.”

“But don’t worry, Mr. Xu. Since I’ve promised to cure Old Mr. Xu, even if it costs me my life, I’ll see it through.”

Li Zhengxi then pulled an ancient wooden box from the bag.

Opening it, he took out dozens of talismans and said, “Mr. Xu, you probably think I’m being greedy by asking for ten billion US dollars, don’t you?”

“Not at all.”

“See these talismans in my hand?”

“I bought them from a reclusive master, each one costing a hundred million US dollars.”

Xu Zhiming was shocked, “What talismans are that expensive?”

Li Zhengxi replied, “These are life-saving talismans. They can save Old Mr. Xu’s life.”

Xu Zhiming, skeptical, said, “With your financial status, you couldn’t afford such costly talismans, could you?”

Li Zhengxi smiled, “You’re right, Mr. Xu. I’ve made some money over the years, but I couldn’t afford these.”

“But I knew these talismans could save Old Mr. Xu’s life. Old Mr. Xu has been so kind to me—how could I let him die?”

“So, I knelt outside that master’s door for a day and a night.”

“In the end, moved by my sincerity, he agreed to let me use the talismans and pay later.”

“And now, once you pay me the fee, Mr. Xu, I’ll settle that debt.”

Xu Zhiming’s expression softened.

“Li Zhengxi, I didn’t realise you’d gone to such lengths for my father. Rest assured, if you cure him, I’ll pay you the full ten billion US dollars.”

Ten billion US dollars was an astronomical sum for most listed companies, but for Tianxing Group, it was merely a quarter’s profit.

“Mr. Xu, you’re a straightforward man. I trust you.”

Li Zhengxi then placed the talismans on Xu Yuanzheng’s body.

Soon, Xu Yuanzheng was covered in them.

Ye Qiu glanced over and immediately recognised them. These weren’t life-saving talismans—they were ordinary peace talismans from Chinese temples.

“Shameless!”

“Ordinary peace talismans, and he calls them life-saving talismans worth a hundred million US dollars each. He’s just scamming!”

“It’s clear now—Old Mr. Xu’s coma must be connected to Li Zhengxi!”

Ye Qiu was curious. What method had Li Zhengxi used to put Old Mr. Xu into a coma?

Why couldn’t even he find the cause?

And how would Li Zhengxi make Old Mr. Xu wake up?

After placing the talismans, Li Zhengxi resumed prancing around the bedroom with the peach wood sword.

Three minutes later, Li Zhengxi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale, his body swaying.

“Father, what’s wrong?” Li Minghan, startled, rushed to support him.

Li Zhengxi said, “As I mentioned, treating Old Mr. Xu might cost me my life. The witchcraft he’s under is too strange, but after my ritual just now, I’ve made some discoveries.”

“Old Mr. Xu must have come into contact with something unclean, which caused the witchcraft.”

“If we find that object, we can wake him up.”

Li Zhengxi then pulled a compass from the bag.

Muttering incantations, he began pacing around the bedroom with the compass.

Xu Zhiming and Li Minghan watched him intently, barely daring to breathe.

After a few minutes, Li Zhengxi frowned, “The unclean object isn’t in Old Mr. Xu’s bedroom.”

“Then where is it?” Xu Zhiming asked.

“I’m not sure yet, but I’m certain it’s somewhere in this villa,” Li Zhengxi said. “Mr. Xu, may I look around the villa?”

“Go ahead.”

Li Zhengxi, compass in hand, left Old Mr. Xu’s bedroom.

Xu Zhiming and Li Minghan followed.

In the study, Ye Qiu had just withdrawn his gaze when Xu Changjin’s voice rang out, “Ye Qiu oppa, look at this—what is it?”

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Ye Qiu turned his head and saw Xu Changjin standing in front of the desk, holding a rectangular wooden box.

The wooden box was secured with a small copper lock.

Ye Qiu walked over, activated his Heavenly Eye, and his gaze penetrated the wooden box, revealing a scroll painting inside.

“It’s a painting,” Ye Qiu said.

“How do you know?” Xu Changjin’s face showed confusion, then she continued, “Strange, why would Grandpa lock up a painting?”

“If it’s very valuable, Grandpa would probably keep it in the treasure room!”

Ye Qiu said, “It’s probably a painting Mr. Xu often looks at.”

Xu Changjin searched the desk and said, “I couldn’t find the key to the copper lock, so it seems we can’t open it.”

Ye Qiu asked, “Do you want to see it?”

“Yes,” Xu Changjin nodded and said, “Grandpa never used to lock a painting in a wooden box.”

“Even for world-famous paintings, he would keep them in the treasure room.”

“So I’m really curious, what is this painting in the wooden box?”

Ye Qiu said, “I’ll open it for you.”

With that, Ye Qiu grasped the copper lock with one hand, applied a little force, and with a “clink,” the lock opened.

“Ye Qiu oppa, you’re amazing,” Xu Changjin looked at Ye Qiu with admiration, her eyes sparkling.

“Take it out and have a look!” Ye Qiu said.

“Yes,” Xu Changjin opened the wooden box, took out the scroll inside, and spread it out on the desk.

The next moment, Xu Changjin exclaimed, “It’s so beautiful!”

Ye Qiu looked down, and his gaze was captivated.

The painting depicted a courtly beauty.

At first glance, the courtly beauty seemed like a young girl experiencing her first love; upon closer inspection, she also resembled a beautiful woman in her thirties.

Utterly enchanting!

The courtly beauty stood in a peach grove, wearing a pink palace dress with a plain satin ribbon tied around her waist, accentuating her graceful figure.

Though her face bore little makeup, her brows were like spring mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, delicate and graceful, like a lotus emerging from water, charmingly delicate yet captivating.

So beautiful!

Ye Qiu’s heart trembled.

It was the first time he had seen such a stunning painting.

The courtly beauty in the painting had a perfectly proportioned figure, slender shoulders, and a narrow back, with willow-like brows and a cherry-like hairdo; her forehead and nose were flawless.

Especially her eyes, they seemed alive, sparkling with allure, making it impossible to look away after meeting her gaze.

Ye Qiu stared at the painting for a while, and gradually, his head began to feel drowsy.

Two minutes passed.

Suddenly, Ye Qiu felt as if he were standing in a peach grove, with a woman in a pink palace dress standing under a peach tree, looking at him with captivating eyes.

Then, the courtly beauty undid her outer garment, shedding her clothes until she stood completely bare.

Her skin was fair, without a single flaw.

Utterly perfect!

The courtly beauty beckoned to Ye Qiu with a finger, irresistibly seductive.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but step towards her.

At that moment, a surge of innate energy jolted through his body. Ye Qiu looked up, and where was the courtly beauty? There was only a painting.

And he was not in a peach grove but in Mr. Xu’s study.

What was going on?

Ye Qiu turned his head and saw Xu Changjin staring blankly at the painting, her pretty face gradually flushing with two patches of red.

“Could she have seen the scene in the painting too?”

Ye Qiu’s heart skipped a beat, and he tapped Xu Changjin on the shoulder.

However, Xu Changjin showed no reaction, her eyes fixed on the painting.

This situation shocked Ye Qiu.

It was just a painting, yet it could ensnare someone, making them lose awareness of the outside world. It was…

Too eerie!

If he didn’t have his innate energy, he might be in the same state as Xu Changjin, completely unresponsive.

Ye Qiu placed his right hand on Xu Changjin’s shoulder, channeling his innate energy into her.

One second later.

Xu Changjin’s body trembled, and she snapped out of it. Like Ye Qiu, her face showed a strange expression upon waking.

“What happened to you just now?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Nothing,” Xu Changjin turned her head, noticing Ye Qiu’s right hand on her shoulder. Her already flushed face grew redder as she said, “Ye Qiu oppa, your hand…”

Ye Qiu didn’t remove his hand and asked, “Changjin, tell me, did you just find yourself in a peach grove and see a courtly beauty undressing?”

“How did you know?” Xu Changjin’s face was full of astonishment.

Just as he thought.

This painting was very strange.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed as he said, “There’s something wrong with this painting.”

“The painting?” Xu Changjin’s gaze fell back on the canvas, and she exclaimed in surprise, “The woman I saw looks exactly like the woman in the painting, and… oh!”

Xu Changjin suddenly let out a gasp.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Qiu asked quickly.

Xu Changjin looked at the signature in the bottom left corner of the painting and said in shock, “Ye Qiu oppa, this painting is by Lee Seong-yeop.”

Ye Qiu, unfamiliar with Korean figures, asked, “Who is Lee Seong-yeop? Is he famous?”

Xu Changjin replied, “Lee Seong-yeop is the greatest painter in Korean history, also known as the Demon Painter.”

“Lee Seong-yeop is a legendary figure, and his stories are widely known in Korea, familiar to everyone.”

“Lee Seong-yeop was a fool from childhood, and until he was eighteen, he couldn’t even write his own name.”

“On his eighteenth birthday, a massive earthquake struck Korea. While fleeing, Lee Seong-yeop accidentally fell into a dry well.”

“Someone rescued him from the well, and from then on, Lee Seong-yeop not only became enlightened but also turned into a genius painter.”

“He was self-taught, and with a single stroke of his brush, he created masterpieces.”

“No matter what he painted, it gave people an immersive experience, so his paintings were called ‘the brushwork of the gods,’ and Lee Seong-yeop quickly gained fame worldwide.”

“Later, he was summoned to the palace to paint exclusively for the emperor, who reportedly loved his paintings.”

“Not long after, the emperor suddenly died.”

“When the royal family investigated the emperor’s death, they found a large number of Lee Seong-yeop’s paintings in the imperial study, some of which were extremely eerie, capable of ensnaring viewers with a single glance, making them unable to break free. People began to suspect the emperor’s death was linked to Lee Seong-yeop.”

“The royal family arrested Lee Seong-yeop, and during interrogation, he admitted that he caused the emperor’s death through his paintings. Soon after, he was executed at the age of twenty-three.”

“From then on, Lee Seong-yeop was called the Calamity Demon Painter.”

“As for his paintings, they were confiscated by the royal family and destroyed.”

“Strange, how could there be a painting by Lee Seong-yeop in Grandpa’s room?”

Just as Xu Changjin finished speaking, a noise came from outside the door.

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A noise suddenly came from outside the door.

Xu Zhiming’s voice could be heard saying, “Mr. Lee, you’ve searched every corner of this villa, how could you find nothing?”

“Mr. Xu, don’t be anxious. If I’m not mistaken, there’s one room in this villa I haven’t checked yet, isn’t there?” Lee Jung-hee replied.

“Which room?”

“The study.”

Xu Changjin also heard the conversation outside and whispered, “Ye Qiu oppa, it sounds like Lee Jung-hee is about to enter the study. What should we do?”

“No matter, it’s a good chance to see what he’s up to,” Ye Qiu said, quickly folding the painting on the desk and slipping it into his pocket.

Then, he casually picked up another scroll from nearby, placed it in the wooden box, and locked the copper lock.

Xu Changjin asked in confusion, “Ye Qiu oppa, what are you doing?”

“You’ll see soon enough,” Ye Qiu said with a mysterious smile.

Soon, the study door was pushed open.

As Lee Jung-hee entered and saw Ye Qiu and Xu Changjin, a look of astonishment crossed his face.

“Ye Qiu? What are you doing here?”

Lee Jung-hee’s expression darkened slightly, a cold glint in his eyes.

“Mr. Lee, long time no see!” Ye Qiu greeted him with a broad smile.

“You haven’t answered me. Why are you here?” Lee Jung-hee pressed.

Ye Qiu smiled and said, “Changjin and I are friends. She brought me to meet her family.”

What did that mean?

Was this guy here to meet his future in-laws?

Hmph, this kid’s got some skills, winning over the Xu family’s heiress so quickly?

Lee Jung-hee sneered, “Ye Qiu, I must say, your way with women is as impressive as your medical skills.”

“If I recall correctly, don’t you have several close female friends back in China?”

“May I ask, now that you’re with Miss Xu, what about those close friends in China?”

Ye Qiu knew Lee Jung-hee was trying to trap him, to embarrass him.

He even wanted to use this opportunity to get the Xu family to kick Ye Qiu out.

Unfortunately for Lee Jung-hee, he didn’t know that Ye Qiu and Xu Changjin weren’t actually dating. Ye Qiu’s earlier words were just a bluff.

Ye Qiu smiled and said, “Mr. Lee, my affairs are none of your concern.”

“On the other hand, what’s your situation?”

“Aren’t you a doctor? Since when did you become a Taoist priest?”

“Mind your own business,” Lee Jung-hee snapped, then turned to Xu Zhiming, “Mr. Xu, please have irrelevant people leave so as not to interfere with my treatment of Mr. Xu Senior.”

Pfft—

Ye Qiu burst out laughing, “Mr. Lee, don’t tell me you’re dressed like this to treat Mr. Xu Senior?”

“Why do I feel like you’re putting on some kind of act?”

“Shut up!” Lee Ming-han jumped out from behind Lee Jung-hee, pointing at Ye Qiu and shouting, “Stop spouting nonsense. My father is treating Mr. Xu Senior.”

“Is that so?” Ye Qiu said with a grin, “Then I’d love to see how Mr. Lee cures Mr. Xu Senior.”

Having experienced Ye Qiu’s prowess before, Lee Jung-hee knew he was no easy opponent. To avoid complications, he said to Xu Zhiming again, “Mr. Xu, please have irrelevant people leave immediately. This concerns Mr. Xu Senior’s life, and no mistakes can be afforded.”

Unexpectedly, Xu Zhiming smiled and said, “Mr. Lee, you’ve misunderstood. There are no irrelevant people here.”

“Ye Qiu is Changjin’s boyfriend, and he has the approval of our entire family. Once my father wakes up, we’ll set their engagement date.”

“So, Ye Qiu is not an irrelevant person.”

What a move!

Lee Jung-hee couldn’t help but admire Ye Qiu inwardly. To win over Xu Changjin so quickly, he was truly impressive.

If I had Ye Qiu’s skills, why would I need to set up such an elaborate scheme?

It’s infuriating to compare oneself to others.

All he’s got is youth and a handsome face, what’s so great about that!

Lee Jung-hee snorted coldly, “Mr. Xu, I must warn you, if treatment is delayed, you’ll bear the consequences.”

“Mr. Lee, please get on with your work,” Xu Zhiming said coolly.

Then, Lee Jung-hee took out a compass and began circling the study, muttering incantations under his breath.

His voice was so low that even someone standing next to him couldn’t make out what he was saying.

Ye Qiu, with his exceptional hearing, listened closely for a while before realizing Lee Jung-hee was repeatedly chanting, “Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha…”

Ye Qiu was dumbfounded.

Aren’t you Korean? Why are you chanting in Chinese?

And aren’t you supposed to be playing a Taoist priest? Why are you chanting “Namo Amitabha” nonstop?

“He’s worse than a conman!”

Ye Qiu sneered inwardly.

Nowadays, conmen do their homework thoroughly, armed with professional knowledge to fool people completely.

But Lee Jung-hee? He knew nothing and relied entirely on acting.

And his acting was utterly unconvincing.

Unable to hold back, Ye Qiu asked, “Mr. Lee, what are you looking for?”

“Shut up! Interrupt me again, and I’ll have you thrown out!” Lee Jung-hee snapped.

Fine, keep performing.

Ye Qiu sat in a chair, watching Lee Jung-hee as if he were a clown.

About five minutes later, Lee Jung-hee suddenly said, “Found it.”

All eyes turned to him.

Lee Jung-hee quickly walked to the desk and picked up the rectangular wooden box.

“Isn’t that…” Xu Changjin began, but Ye Qiu shot her a look, signaling her to stay quiet.

“Mr. Xu, the impure thing is inside this box,” Lee Jung-hee said.

Xu Zhiming asked, “What’s inside?”

“A painting,” Lee Jung-hee blurted out.

The corners of Ye Qiu’s mouth curled into a faint smile.

“Ming-han, open the lock,” Lee Jung-hee ordered.

“Yes,” Lee Ming-han searched around the desk, then exclaimed, “Found the lock.”

Xu Changjin was incredulous. She had searched for the lock earlier and found nothing after a long time. How did Lee Ming-han find it so quickly?

Ye Qiu’s smile grew wider.

After the box was opened, Lee Jung-hee took out the painting, spread it out, and his face froze.

Beside him, Lee Ming-han’s expression also changed.

The father and son exchanged a glance.

“Mr. Lee, is there a problem with this painting?” Xu Zhiming asked.

Lee Jung-hee shook his head and said, “It’s not this painting, it’s another one. Ming-han, help look for it.”

“Yes.”

As Lee Ming-han was about to search, Ye Qiu’s voice suddenly rang through the study.

“Lee Jung-hee, please end your performance!”

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“Lee Jung-hee, please end your performance!”

Ye Qiu’s voice rang out suddenly.

Instantly, everyone’s eyes turned to Ye Qiu.

“Ye Qiu, what do you mean?” Lee Jung-hee asked in a low voice.

“Are you looking for this painting?” Ye Qiu pulled out the painting by Lee Seong-yeop from his pocket and tossed it to Lee Jung-hee.

Lee Jung-hee unfolded a corner of the painting, glanced at it, and asked, “How did this painting end up in your hands?”

Ye Qiu sneered, “To scam the Xu family out of their money, you really are unscrupulous.”

“I didn’t expect your heart to be so dark, demanding ten billion right off the bat. Aren’t you afraid you won’t live to spend it?”

“And as a doctor, you’ve abandoned even the basic ethics of your profession.”

“Lee Jung-hee, you don’t deserve to be called Korea’s Medical Saint!”

“Shut up! Don’t insult my father!” Lee Ming-han shouted angrily.

Ye Qiu’s gaze shifted to Lee Ming-han, and he scolded, “Like father, like son. You’re no better. If I’m not mistaken, you’re involved in this too, aren’t you? Truly, a crooked beam leads to a crooked house.”

“You—” Lee Ming-han’s face turned red with rage.

Xu Changjin asked in confusion, “Ye Qiu oppa, what did you mean by that?”

Ye Qiu replied, “Your grandfather’s coma is a conspiracy by Lee Jung-hee and his son.”

“What?” Xu Changjin was utterly shocked.

“Lee Jung-hee, is this true?” Xu Zhiming asked coldly.

“Mr. Xu, you mustn’t believe Ye Qiu’s words. This kid is slandering me, clearly trying to frame me.”

Pointing at Ye Qiu, Lee Jung-hee cursed, “You bastard, you failed to kill me in China last time. Still not giving up, you want to destroy me?”

“Let me tell you, no way.”

“This is Korea, not China!”

Lee Ming-han also jumped in, accusing Ye Qiu, “Ye Qiu, I didn’t want to expose you, but since you’re framing my father, don’t blame me.”

“Mr. Xu, Miss Xu, you don’t know Ye Qiu’s true colours, do you?”

“Let me tell you, Ye Qiu is an utterly despicable person.”

“In China, he’s been messing around with multiple women, with over a dozen girlfriends, some of whom are married women. He’s ruined their families, causing chaos.”

“Not only that, he’s harmed young girls, abandoning them after getting them pregnant.”

“Two of them even jumped into a river and took their own lives because of him.”

“Mr. Xu, Miss Xu, you mustn’t be fooled by him.”

“Nonsense!” Xu Changjin snapped, “Ye Qiu isn’t that kind of person.”

Lee Ming-han said, “Miss Xu, how long have you known Ye Qiu? How do you know he’s not like that?”

Xu Changjin replied, “I trust Ye Qiu’s character. He’s definitely not that kind of person.”

Lee Ming-han sighed, “Miss Xu, you can know a person’s face but not their heart. I’m only saying this for your own good!”

Heh…

Ye Qiu laughed, “Lee Ming-han, I really underestimated you before. I didn’t expect you to be so skilled at twisting the truth.”

“Let me ask you, you claim I have over a dozen girlfriends. Please, tell me their names.”

“You say people died because of me. Tell me, what were their names? How old were they? Where did they live? How did they die?”

Lee Ming-han opened his mouth but didn’t know how to respond.

He had only intended to smear Ye Qiu and hadn’t thought through the details.

“What, nothing to say?”

Ye Qiu laughed, “Lee Ming-han, you’re truly foolish. You want to slander me, but you didn’t consider the occasion.”

“Your words might fool others, but they won’t fool Uncle Xu.”

“Have you forgotten who Uncle Xu is?”

“Uncle Xu knows high-ranking figures in China. With one phone call, he can have me thoroughly investigated.”

“All the lies you just told will collapse on their own.”

Right, how did I forget that!

Lee Ming-han’s face darkened, unsure of what to do next.

At that moment, Lee Jung-hee’s voice rang out.

“Ye Qiu, you’re truly vicious!”

“Mr. Xu and Miss Xu trust you so much, yet you’re trying to harm Mr. Xu Senior. Your intentions are reprehensible.”

Ye Qiu retorted, “You say I’m harming Mr. Xu Senior. Where’s your evidence?”

“This is the evidence!” Lee Jung-hee pointed to the painting by Lee Seong-yeop in his hand and said, “Mr. Xu, the impure thing I was looking for is this painting.”

“Mr. Xu, you saw it just now. This painting was in Ye Qiu’s possession, which means Mr. Xu Senior’s coma is undeniably linked to him.”

“I’m very curious, Ye Qiu, why would you want to harm Mr. Xu Senior?”

As soon as Lee Jung-hee finished, Lee Ming-han chimed in, “I know Ye Qiu’s motive.”

“Mr. Xu Senior is the head of Tianxing Group. If anything happens to him, Tianxing Group will fall into Mr. Xu’s hands.”

“As everyone knows, Mr. Xu has only one daughter, Miss Xu, and Ye Qiu is her boyfriend.”

“If Ye Qiu marries Miss Xu, he’ll go from an ordinary Chinese man to the son-in-law of Tianxing Group’s new head. Then, he’ll find a way to harm Mr. Xu and take complete control of Tianxing Group.”

“Good heavens, this guy’s intentions are so sinister.”

Lee Ming-han put on a horrified expression and said, “Mr. Xu, you mustn’t fall for this guy’s tricks. Kick him out immediately.”

“Yes, make him leave now,” Lee Jung-hee added.

Ye Qiu chuckled, “Lee Jung-hee, Lee Ming-han, you’re so eager to get rid of me because you’re afraid I’ll expose your conspiracy, aren’t you?”

“Bullshit! We haven’t done anything wrong, so we’re not afraid of you exposing anything,” Lee Ming-han shouted.

“Since that’s the case, let’s have a proper talk,” Ye Qiu said, looking at Lee Jung-hee. “Do you know when I started suspecting you?”

“When?” Lee Jung-hee asked back.

“The moment I stepped into Mr. Xu Senior’s bedroom,” Ye Qiu said. “I noticed that the paintings on the wall carried heavy yin energy, which is harmful to health if hung in a bedroom. I asked Uncle Xu, and he said those paintings were gifts from you to Mr. Xu Senior. That’s when I began to suspect you.”

Lee Jung-hee said, “When I gave the paintings, I told Mr. Xu Senior they shouldn’t be hung in the bedroom. He didn’t listen. How can you blame me?”

Ye Qiu smiled, “Of course, those paintings alone don’t prove anything. What really gave you away was your acting.”

Acting?

Lee Jung-hee looked bewildered, not understanding what Ye Qiu meant.

“From the moment you and your son entered the bedroom, you started performing in front of Uncle Xu. Unfortunately, your acting was utterly dreadful.”

Ye Qiu continued, “If I were to score your and your son’s acting, I’d give you a zero.”

“Your performance was riddled with flaws.”

“It made me feel like I was sitting on pins and needles, with a thorn in my back and a fishbone stuck in my throat!”

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Lee Jung-hee’s face darkened like the bottom of a pot upon hearing Ye Qiu’s words.

He wanted nothing more than to slap Ye Qiu senseless.

At the same time, a question gnawed at him: Had this kid figured something out?

Ye Qiu continued, “A doctor’s duty is to save lives and heal the injured, even if the patient can’t pay. A doctor should still treat them.”

“But you? Before even starting treatment, you demanded payment from the patient’s family.”

“Of course, I’ve seen cases where morally corrupt doctors secretly ask for benefits from patients’ families.”

“But they’re different from you. They might ask for a small bribe, but you? You opened your mouth and demanded ten billion dollars. Bloody hell, your greed knows no bounds.”

Ye Qiu said, “The moment you asked Uncle Xu for ten billion dollars, I knew you were up to something.”

“And your performance after that was just laughable.”

“You claimed Mr. Xu Senior was under a spell and needed a ritual.”

“Unfortunately for you, I have a friend who’s the head of Longhu Mountain, so I know a thing or two about Taoist rituals.”

Lee Jung-hee’s face twitched slightly at this.

Ye Qiu pointed at the peachwood sword in Lee Jung-hee’s hand and said, “That peachwood sword you’re holding? It’s not a ritual tool—it’s a cheap craft item, worth maybe twenty or thirty yuan on the market.”

“And those talismans you stuck on Mr. Xu Senior? They’re not life-saving charms; they’re just peace talismans.”

“Uncle Xu, this old fraud took advantage of your ignorance about talismans and tried to pass off peace talismans as something special.”

“Those peace talismans in China cost about ten yuan each. You can buy them at any temple.”

Instantly, Xu Zhiming’s face turned ashen.

He clearly remembered Lee Jung-hee saying the life-saving talismans were obtained by begging a reclusive master, each one costing a hundred million dollars.

“Lee Jung-hee, you dared to deceive me?” Xu Zhiming’s tone was icy.

“Mr. Xu, don’t listen to this kid’s nonsense. Those are life-saving talismans, not peace talismans,” Lee Jung-hee argued.

“Lee Jung-hee, you can fool Uncle Xu because he doesn’t know talismans, but you think you can deny it in front of me?”

“Peace talismans are the most common talismans in China. I could draw one with my eyes closed.”

“I recall you said each talisman was worth a hundred million dollars, right? Lee Jung-hee, tell me how many you want. I’ll draw them for you right now.”

Ye Qiu grinned, “I won’t charge a hundred million. Ten thousand yuan per talisman will do.”

Hmph!

Lee Jung-hee snorted, “I don’t have time to deal with you.”

“Mr. Xu, this kid is clearly stirring trouble. Kick him out.”

“If we delay Mr. Xu Senior’s treatment…”

Before Lee Jung-hee could finish, Ye Qiu interjected, “The one delaying treatment isn’t me—it’s you.”

“Since you’ve dressed up as a Taoist priest for this ritual, could you at least take it seriously?”

“Have you ever seen a Taoist priest chanting ‘Namo Amitabha’ during a ritual?”

Lee Jung-hee’s pupils shrank sharply.

My voice was so low—how did he hear me?

Ye Qiu went on, “Besides demanding an outrageous fee and pretending to perform a ritual, you’ve got another flaw.”

“When you entered the study and picked up that wooden box, Uncle Xu asked what was inside. Without a moment’s hesitation, you said it was a painting.”

“Let me ask you, the box wasn’t even opened—how did you know it contained a painting?”

Lee Jung-hee kept up his defense, “That’s because not long ago, I saw Mr. Xu Senior put a painting in that box.”

Ye Qiu said, “Even if that’s true, why didn’t you come straight to the study to find this box? Instead, you wandered around the entire villa before ending up here?”

Lee Jung-hee replied, “I didn’t know what I was looking for was in that box from the start.”

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble.”

“I searched for so long, I’m exhausted.”

Ye Qiu nodded slightly, “That explanation barely holds up. Fine, let me point out the next flaw.”

Bloody hell, there’s another flaw?

Ye Qiu said, “Before you came in, it was Changjin who found the wooden box.”

“Changjin wanted to open it to see what was inside, so she searched the desk but couldn’t find the key.”

“Lee Ming-han, you found the key so quickly. Don’t you think that’s suspicious?”

Lee Ming-han avoided Ye Qiu’s gaze and said, “The key was on the desk. Miss Xu didn’t find it because she wasn’t thorough.”

“Nonsense!” Xu Changjin retorted, “I searched carefully. If the key was on the desk, I would’ve seen it.”

Lee Ming-han’s eyes darted, and he came up with an idea, “Right, I remember now. I found the key on the floor.”

“That’s impossible,” Xu Changjin said. “I checked the floor too.”

Lee Ming-han was speechless.

Ye Qiu continued, “I was puzzled before about why Mr. Xu Senior was in a coma with no apparent cause. It wasn’t until I saw this painting that I understood—it’s the painting that’s the problem.”

Pointing at the painting in Lee Jung-hee’s hand, Ye Qiu asked, “Do you know who painted this?”

“Lee Seong-yeop…” As soon as Lee Jung-hee said the name, he saw a smile on Ye Qiu’s face.

Oh no, I fell for it!

“Look at that, another flaw exposed.”

“You only glanced at a corner of the painting. How did you know it was by Lee Seong-yeop?”

“This can only mean you already knew who painted it.”

Ye Qiu said, “If I’m not mistaken, not only have you seen this painting before, but you also used some method to give it to Mr. Xu Senior, causing his coma, so you could extort a huge fee from Uncle Xu.”

“It’s all part of your conspiracy.”

Cold sweat beaded on Lee Jung-hee’s forehead.

He couldn’t fathom how Ye Qiu’s analysis was so precise, as if Ye Qiu himself had orchestrated the plot.

“I absolutely can’t admit to this, or the Xu family won’t let me and Ming-han off.”

With that thought, Lee Jung-hee chuckled, “Ye Qiu, I just realized you’re quite the storyteller!”

“You’re wasted as a doctor. You should write detective novels—you might become a bestselling author.”

“Everything you just said is your speculation. You have no evidence.”

“And let me remind you, this is Korea, not China. With those accusations, I could sue you for defamation.”

Ye Qiu sneered, “You want evidence, do you? Fine, I’ll make you confess yourself.”

Whoosh—

Ye Qiu suddenly left his seat and grabbed Lee Jung-hee’s right arm.

“What are you doing?”

Before Lee Jung-hee could finish, a “crack” sounded, followed by a sharp pain shooting through his right arm.

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“Ah…”

Lee Jung-hee screamed in pain.

His right arm had been snapped by Ye Qiu in one swift motion.

The others in the room were stunned.

Xu Zhiming, in particular, looked at Ye Qiu in astonishment. In his mind, Ye Qiu had always been gentle and kind, but this ruthless move caught him off guard.

“This young man is someone to watch.”

Xu Zhiming began to admire Ye Qiu.

A man who isn’t ruthless can’t make a mark in society. Since ancient times, those who achieved greatness were never soft-hearted.

“Ye Qiu has the potential for great things,” Xu Zhiming thought to himself.

“Lee Jung-hee, are you still not admitting that Mr. Xu Senior’s coma is your doing?” Ye Qiu demanded.

“Ye Qiu, you think you can force me to confess with these tactics? I’m telling you, I won’t let you succeed.”

Lee Jung-hee knew he couldn’t admit to anything, or his fate would be worse than a broken arm.

Ye Qiu smiled, “I know you’re terrified of dying. Otherwise, after losing that competition last time, you wouldn’t have begged Mr. Xu Senior to spare your life.”

“The tougher you act now, the more it shows you’re guilty.”

“Lee Jung-hee, I advise you to tell the truth.”

“I’m a kind person, but when it comes to dealing with villains, I never hold back.”

As Ye Qiu spoke, he began to slowly tighten his grip.

“Ah…” Lee Jung-hee cried out in agony.

Seeing this, Lee Ming-han grabbed a chair and swung it at Ye Qiu.

But before he could get close, Ye Qiu kicked him away.

Clang!

Lee Ming-han crashed to the floor. Ignoring the pain, he scrambled up and roared at Ye Qiu, “You bastard, let go of my father, or I’ll call the police right now!”

“Call the police?” Ye Qiu grinned, “Go ahead, do it. I’m sure the police are much better at finding evidence than I am.”

Lee Ming-han froze.

How did I forget about that?

If the police got involved, it would only make things worse for him and his father.

What now?

As Lee Ming-han racked his brain for a plan, Ye Qiu’s voice rang out again, “Why aren’t you calling the police?”

“Need me to do it for you?”

“I’d love to see how you and your father keep up your excuses when the police arrive.”

At that, a flicker of fear crossed Lee Ming-han’s eyes.

“Ye Qiu, I’m warning you, don’t push too far. This is Korea, not China. If you act recklessly here, you’ll pay a heavy price,” Lee Jung-hee said.

To his surprise, Ye Qiu was unfazed and smiled faintly, “I deal with whoever I want, no matter the country!”

Bloody hell, does this guy have to be so brazen?

“Mr. Xu, Ye Qiu’s treating me like this, and you’re not going to say anything?” Lee Jung-hee said, “No matter what, I came here today to treat Mr. Xu Senior.”

Xu Zhiming was about to respond when he saw Ye Qiu release Lee Jung-hee’s right arm.

Immediately, Lee Jung-hee’s broken arm dangled, and a small pouch fell from his sleeve onto the floor.

Thud!

The pouch burst, spilling red liquid across the ground.

“Blood!” Xu Changjin let out a scream, her face paling.

“No need to be scared. It’s not human blood—it’s plasma,” Ye Qiu said.

Xu Changjin blinked, “Plasma?”

“Yes,” Ye Qiu explained, “It’s the stuff used in TV dramas for blood scenes. The blood Lee Jung-hee spat out during the ritual in Mr. Xu Senior’s bedroom was this too.”

What?

Xu Zhiming pointed at Lee Jung-hee and cursed, “You used such tricks to deceive me? Do you think I’m a fool?”

“No, Mr. Xu, let me explain…” Lee Jung-hee stammered.

“The evidence is right in front of us. What’s there to explain? Lee Jung-hee, why did you plot against my father?”

Ye Qiu said, “If I’m not mistaken, Lee Jung-hee did this purely to scam money.”

Xu Zhiming was furious, “Lee Jung-hee, you dared to scam me? I’ll kill you! Someone—”

“Mr. Xu, hear me out,” Lee Jung-hee interrupted, “I admit the plasma, the peachwood sword, and the life-saving talismans were fake. I did it to get some money from you.”

“But Mr. Xu Senior’s coma has nothing to do with me. This is Ye Qiu framing me, trying to ruin me. Mr. Xu, you mustn’t believe his nonsense.”

“Mr. Xu—”

Slap!

Ye Qiu slapped Lee Jung-hee across the face and cursed, “You’re still acting at a time like this?”

“You want to keep denying everything, huh?”

“Fine, let’s see how long you can hold out!”

With that, Ye Qiu flashed forward, appearing in front of Lee Ming-han.

Sensing trouble, Lee Jung-hee shouted, “What are you doing?”

Thud!

Ye Qiu’s fist struck Lee Ming-han’s ribs.

Crack!

One of Lee Ming-han’s ribs snapped, and he let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, “Ah…”

Thud!

Ye Qiu threw another punch, breaking Lee Ming-han’s second rib.

Lee Jung-hee roared, “You bastard, stop hurting Ming-han!”

Ye Qiu’s third punch landed.

Crack.

Another rib broke.

Ye Qiu looked at Lee Jung-hee with a smile, “You’re a doctor, so you know the human body well. You know exactly how many ribs a person has, right?”

“Next, I’ll break Lee Ming-han’s ribs one by one, like I just did.”

“When you’re ready to tell the truth, I’ll stop.”

“How many ribs Lee Ming-han keeps depends entirely on your attitude.”

“Of course, you can keep denying everything, but I wonder if Lee Ming-han can hold out?”

“After I break his ribs, I’ll move on to his cervical spine, lumbar spine, and limbs…”

“He’s got plenty of bones for me to play with for a while.”

Bloody hell, is this guy even human?

Thud!

Ye Qiu landed another punch, and Lee Ming-han nearly fainted from the pain, crying out, “Father, save me!”

Lee Jung-hee clenched his teeth, remaining silent.

He couldn’t confess.

If he admitted to this, he and his son would face catastrophic consequences.

Ye Qiu’s fifth punch fell.

Crack!

Another of Lee Ming-han’s ribs broke, and he passed out.

Slap!

Ye Qiu slapped Lee Ming-han awake and grinned, “Hang in there, we’ll keep going.”

Hearing this, Lee Ming-han’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fear.

Ye Qiu woke him again, grinning, “Hold on, persistence is victory.”

Thud!

Another punch landed.

Lee Ming-han’s sixth rib broke.

“Ahhh…”

Lee Ming-han screamed in pain, “Father, save me! I can’t take it anymore! I don’t want to die, I’m begging you…”

Seeing Lee Ming-han tortured in agony, Lee Jung-hee’s eyes burned with rage, wishing he could tear Ye Qiu apart.

“Lee Ming-han, looks like your father isn’t planning to save you. Let’s continue!”

Ye Qiu raised his fist again.

“Enough! Stop torturing Ming-han!”

Lee Jung-hee shouted at Ye Qiu, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”