34: Chapter 34 Quack Doctors Block the Way

The evening afterglow completely vanished behind West Mountain, and rows of neon lights lit up across Jiangzhou City.

A spacious black Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon sped along the ring highway.

Soothing in-car light music flowed through the cabin, but the atmosphere felt somewhat subtle.

Fatty Wang held the steering wheel with one hand while resting the other on the window ledge.

He glanced through the rearview mirror at the Song family's MPV following closely behind, the corners of his mouth twitching upward uncontrollably.

"I say, brother A-Biao."

Speaking into his Bluetooth earpiece, the fatty bantered with the bodyguards' leader in the car behind in an overbearing, elder-like tone.

"Just now in the courtyard at West Mountain, why were your legs shaking like a sifting sieve? An internal martial arts grandmaster's foundation doesn't seem very steady either. Another day, Big Brother Fatty will take you to Shengshi Huangchao for a massage to properly dredge your meridians."

From the other end of the earpiece came A-Biao's rugged voice, suppressing awe and embarrassment:

"Brother Wang, you jest. Master Lin's heaven-reaching methods have long transcended the martial arts scope of ordinary mortals; I, A-Biao, have truly opened my eyes today. Henceforth in Jiangzhou City, if Brother Wang has any commands, the Song family's security department will respond immediately."

At this moment, A-Biao already held Lin Ye and his party in awe as if they were deities.

Consequently, he even used an honorific title for Fatty Wang, who was merely driving.

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

The fatty's vanity was immensely satisfied, and he grinned so broadly that his eyes disappeared.

In the passenger seat, Lin Ye closed his eyes to rest.

Having continuously broken formations and executed Pure Yang talismanic techniques, his meridians were currently empty, and his temples throbbed dully.

A cold, soft jade hand reached out from the back seat, its fingertips carrying a wisp of refreshing Manjusaka cold fragrance, pressing against Lin Ye's temples.

Leng Yue leaned her body forward slightly.

She did not speak, simply using her slender index and middle fingers to gently massage Lin Ye's temples.

A wisp of gentle, extreme Yin Qi was channeled through the acupoints, acting like a crisp, clear spring that gradually smoothed out Lin Ye's fatigued spirit.

The two exchanged no unnecessary words; this tacit understanding flowed through the cramped cabin, exuding a serene tranquility of quiet years.

Frost Star sat on the other side of the back seat, hugging her knees as she eagerly watched her elder sister give Lin Ye a massage.

Pouting her cheeks, she muttered softly, "Sister is stealing the spotlight again. Clearly I could have helped cool down Husband brother too..."

Lin Ye opened his eyes, patted Leng Yue's backhand to signal that he was much better, and then looked back at the little girl with a smile, saying:

"If that little bit of netherworld cold Qi of yours were poured into my brain, I'd have to register at the neurology department tomorrow. Sit tight obediently, we'll be at the hospital right away."

Half an hour later, the motorcade slowly drove into Jiangzhou City's top-tier "United Family" Private Hospital.

This hospital had exorbitant fees and rigorous security; those staying here were all members of Jiangzhou's wealthy and influential class.

The Song family directly rented out the entire top-floor VIP intensive care zone.

Patriarch Song Zhenguo walked at the very front leaning on a golden-thread nanmu cane, with A-Biao leading men standing solemnly on both sides to clear the way.

As Lin Ye's party stepped out of the elevator, a pungent smell of disinfectant rushed toward them.

The corridor on this floor was empty, and the temperature was noticeably seven or eight degrees lower than downstairs.

The lights occasionally emitted a buzzing sound of unstable voltage.

Lin Ye's gaze swept over several surveillance cameras at the end of the corridor, his brow slightly furrowed.

With his current Qi-observing skills, he could tell at a single glance that the top of the entire corridor was permeated with a thin layer of dark grey grievances.

This current of Qi was continuously converging toward the special care ward deep inside the corridor.

"Old Master Song!"

Just as everyone was preparing to walk toward the ward, a young doctor wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses hurried over to welcome them.

The doctor was a little over thirty years old, with his hair combed meticulously, and his name tag read [Director of Neurosurgery · Doctor of Medicine · Zhang Jingtian].

"Director Zhang, how is Ruobing's condition?"

Patriarch Song Zhenguo stopped in his tracks, his tone revealing anxiety.

Zhang Jingtian glanced at Patriarch Song Zhenguo, then swept his gaze past the old man and landed on the three people behind, including Lin Ye.

When he saw Leng Yue's breathtakingly peerless appearance and her icy-cold temperament, a flash of amazement and greed instantly crossed the depths of his eyes.

Afterward, seeing that Leng Yue was actually walking side by side with Lin Ye, his eyes instantly became filled with hostility and disdain.

"Elder Song, Miss Song's vital signs are continuously declining, and we have already arranged the latest brainwave intervention treatment."

Zhang Jingtian pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, putting on the airs of an authoritative expert.

"But I must remind you that medicine is a rigorous science. You just instructed the nurse to remove those life-support instruments, saying you wanted to wait for some Feng Shui master to perform rituals. This is simply preposterous!"

He reached out to point at Lin Ye, his tone stern:

"Just relying on this kid whose hair hasn't even fully grown? And he even brought two women dressed like this into the ward? Elder Song, you are panicking and grasping at straws, playing with Miss Song's life as a joke!"

Patriarch Song Zhenguo's expression sank abruptly, and his golden-thread nanmu cane heavily thudded against the tile floor, producing a dull "thud" sound.

"Zhang Jingtian! When did it ever become your turn to point fingers at this old man's actions? Master Lin is an enlightened expert of the Dao; if you dare spout wild nonsense again, get the hell out of this hospital immediately!"

Patriarch Song Zhenguo was truly enraged.

He had witnessed with his own eyes Lin Ye's god-like methods of suppressing the earthly fiendish entities with a flip of his hand at West Mountain.

If he offended this lord, his granddaughter would truly be beyond saving.

Having been reprimanded publicly, Zhang Jingtian's face turned alternately green and white.

Relying on being a returned overseas PhD and being accustomed to being fawned over by various tycoons on ordinary days, his heart was full of resentment and defiance at the moment.

"Elder Song, I am doing this responsibly for Miss Song! What else do these wandering swindlers know besides putting on a ghost-like act and playing supernatural tricks?"

Just as Zhang Jingtian was endlessly nagging, a faint glimmer flashed across Lin Ye's retina.

"Ding! "My Lord, Please Behave Yourself" System prompt: Detected a classic anti-intellectual supporting character jumping out to output, as the medical doctor attempts to use materialism to overthrow your metaphysical authority."

"Please make a choice within three minutes and give this quack doctor a small dose of shock!"

[Option A: Shrew's scolding — Roll up your sleeves and greet all eighteen generations of his ancestors using the Jiangzhou dialect.]

[Reward: Marketplace vocabulary + 100. Consequence: Aura shattered completely, and Patriarch Song Zhenguo will suspect he hired a hooligan.]

[Option B: Violent resolution — Have A-Biao step forward and slap him across the face twice, demonstrating the power of capital.]

[Reward: Gratification + 10. Consequence: This belongs to the bodyguard's credit, failing to showcase your professionalism, and easily attracting medical-patient dispute police reports.]

[Option C: Qi-observing life-diagnosis — Utilize metaphysical Feng Shui arts to publicly point out the bizarre hidden ailment he recently encountered, defeating magic with magic!]

[Reward: Husband points + 200, acquire the title "Iron-Mouthed Direct Judgment", making the entire audience yield in admiration.]

The corners of Lin Ye's mouth curved into a playful, cold sneer.

Intellectuals of this high-and-mighty sort feared nothing more than having the scientific system they took pride in rubbed against the ground by unknown forces.

"I choose C."

Lin Ye's thoughts moved slightly as he put his hands in his trouser pockets and slowly walked up to Zhang Jingtian.

The distance between the two was no more than half a meter; Lin Ye's gaze was like electricity as he looked Zhang Jingtian up and down.

At this moment, Fatty Wang, who was at the side, leaned close to Lin Ye's ear and lowered his voice to say:

"Yezi, this guy surnamed Zhang, I seem to have seen him on financial news. Word has it he's a young talent poached at a high price from Heidelberg University in Germany, and several private hospitals in Jiangzhou are fighting over him. Be gentle with him later, don't scare him into some mental illness, we can't afford to compensate."

Hearing this, Lin Ye turned his head and glanced at the fatty: "Heidelberg University? That's just right."

"Today I will make him understand one principle: the diseases he couldn't cure after studying medicine in the West for over a dozen years were already written down on silk manuscripts by my ancestor master three thousand years ago."