12: Chapter 12 Want to turn the tables by curing illness? I directly pulled out a lost ancient medical book.
"Beep... beep... beep..."
The dial tone on the phone felt like heavy hammer blows, slamming into Ye Chen's heart.
He was thrown directly out the back door of the Night Rose Club by several men in black suits, treated like a dead dog.
He landed heavily in a filthy back alley.
Covered in injuries, he lay in the pouring rain.
Ye Chen sprawled in the muddy water, gripping his broken phone—soaked by the rain—so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his eyes blood-red.
"Why... Why did Sister Liang betray me too?"
He didn't understand.
It was clear that only he could cure Sister Liang's illness, and clearly, she had previously tried to win him over in every possible way.
Why, as soon as Qin Yuan appeared, did everyone avoid him like they were dodging a plague god?!
"Qin Yuan! Qin Yuan!! Qin Yuan!!!"
Ye Chen let out a long, upward howl, his voice shrill and desperate amidst the storm.
His martial arts, which he took pride in, were unusable; his medical clinic had been sealed off; his fiancée had been snatched away; and now, even his last backer had fallen.
Although Jiangzhong City was vast, there was no longer any place for him to stay.
"No, I cannot just give up like this!"
Ye Chen gritted his teeth, forcing himself to endure the excruciating pain in his thigh as he crawled out of the muddy water.
"Master said that as long as my medical skills remain, I can turn the tables!"
Just a moment ago, he had overheard two bodyguards chatting.
The retired old Secretary of Jiangzhong Province had suddenly come down with a strange illness and was currently being resuscitated in the ICU of the Provincial First People's Hospital.
Even the national medical expert, Dr. Sun, was helpless and had already issued a critical condition notice.
This was heaven not blocking his path!
As long as he could cure the old Secretary and connect with this heaven-reaching network of connections, the mere Qin Family could be destroyed with a flip of his hand!
The flames of hope reignited in Ye Chen's eyes, and he limped frantically toward the hospital.
...
Meanwhile, outside the intensive care ward at the Provincial First People's Hospital.
The corridor was packed with influential figures from Jiangzhong City—the Mayor, department heads—all wearing grave expressions.
Inside the ward, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.
Several white-haired veteran experts were drenched in sweat, sighing repeatedly as they watched the weakening waveform on the ECG monitor.
"Dr. Sun, is there really no other way?"
The old Secretary's son, the current top official of Jiangzhong City, Mayor Zhao, asked with red-rimmed eyes.
Dr. Sun, known as a national medical expert, shook his head wearily.
"Mayor Zhao, the old Secretary's illness has seen the pathogen invade the bone marrow, and his meridians are in retrograde."
"If I had the complete, lost diagrams of the Taiyi Divine Needles, perhaps I could still keep him hanging on."
"It is a pity that the extraordinary book was lost long ago during the chaos of war; the incomplete scrolls I possess are of no use at all..."
Hearing this, Mayor Zhao closed his eyes in pain.
"Bang!"
Just then, the door to the intensive care ward was roughly kicked open.
Ye Chen, soaked through, covered in mud, and looking like a beggar, strode in.
"Who said there was no way?!"
Ye Chen surveyed the crowd arrogantly, his voice loud and filled with unquestionable confidence.
"I can cure this illness!"
Everyone in the ward was stunned.
"Security! Where is security? How did a madman get in here!"
Several doctors immediately shouted sternly, preparing to drive him out.
"Wait!"
Ye Chen snorted coldly, ignoring the doctors entirely, his gaze locked firmly on Dr. Sun.
"Old man, I suppose you have some knowledge, knowing about the Taiyi Divine Needles."
"To tell you the truth, my master is the Kunlun Medical Immortal! In this world, only I understand the true Taiyi Divine Needles!"
"Let me take action, and within three needles, the old Secretary will surely recover!"
Ye Chen's words were spoken with conviction, extremely arrogant.
He had even prepared himself to welcome the shocked and worshipful gazes of these mere mortals.
However.
The scene he had envisioned did not occur.
Everyone in the ward, including Dr. Sun, did not look at him.
Instead, they looked toward the leather sofa in the corner of the room with an extremely respectful, even slightly fearful, gaze.
Sitting there was a young man.
Wearing an immaculate, high-end custom suit, he was leisurely sipping a cup of freshly ground coffee.
It was none other than Qin Yuan, who had arrived half an hour earlier than him!
"Qin... Qin Yuan?! Why are you here?!"
Ye Chen looked as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes nearly popping out of his sockets.
Qin Yuan put down his coffee cup, not even bothering to stand up.
Watching Ye Chen in his drowned-rat state, a mocking sneer curled the corner of his lips.
"Divine Doctor Ye, what a coincidence to meet here."
"What's the matter? Just got out of the station, didn't even have time to change your clothes, and you're already rushing over to swindle people?"
Qin Yuan's words landed like a loud slap, striking Ye Chen hard across the face.
"Bullshit! I am here to save someone!"
Ye Chen was furious, "Besides my Taiyi Divine Needles, no one in the world can cure this illness!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Qin Yuan raised an eyebrow.
He slowly pulled a yellowed, ancient-looking thread-bound book from his bosom.
"System, redeem [Complete Medical Book of Taiyi]." He murmured in his heart.
It only cost one thousand favor points.
Qin Yuan pinched the corner of the ancient book and waved it casually in mid-air.
"Divine Doctor Ye, the Taiyi Divine Needles you speak of, could it be the things recorded in this tattered book?"
Hearing this, Dr. Sun, who was to the side, glanced over casually.
Boom!
That one glance!
Dr. Sun was struck as if by lightning; his whole body trembled violently, and the stethoscope in his hand even fell to the floor!
He stared fixedly at the yellowed ancient book in Qin Yuan's hand.
The familiar texture of the paper, the vigorous ancient seal script characters...
And on the cover, those four clear, large characters!
Taiyi Divine Needles!
"This... This is impossible!"
Dr. Sun's eyes were wide and bloodshot, like someone who hadn't eaten in three days and nights seeing a peerless delicacy.
He was trembling violently with excitement, even disregarding his dignity as he lunged in front of Qin Yuan.
"Young Master Qin... What you are holding... could it be..."