Chapter 26 Beg Me to Return

"Are you convinced now?"

Following Liu Wenjing's rebuttal, the members of the Zhao family echoed his sentiment one after another.

"Are you finally convinced? Let’s see how you can still play tough!"

"Brat, why haven't you knelt down to apologize to Dr. Liu yet?"

"If you kneel and beg him to take you as an apprentice now, it might still be possible. It would be a blessing you cultivated in your past life if Dr. Liu were to accept you."

Even Zhao Wanting whispered a word of advice: "Mr. Ye, just lower your head and apologize..."

Facing the doubts and pressure from everyone present, Ye Feng remained calm and indifferent.

"Dr. Liu, you spoke of treating the patient, not waking him up. That one-word difference makes a world of difference."

"Whether I am convinced or not depends on whether you dare to place the second needle!"

Liu Wenjing laughed out of anger: "Why wouldn't I dare?"

"Fine, since that is the case, I will cure Elder Zhao completely in one go, and then let’s see what you have to say!"

With that, Liu Wenjing manipulated the needle once more. With a stern expression, he plunged the second needle into Elder Zhao’s body. As the silver needle entered, a faint, misty vapor began to rise from the top of the old man's head. True energy was infused into his body, as if a warm current were coursing through his limbs and bones.

"Ah, that feels good..." Elder Zhao could not help but tremble, letting out a soft moan. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation, as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

Looking at Elder Zhao’s complexion, it had completely returned to a healthy, ruddy glow, just as it had been during the birthday banquet the previous day; his vitality seemed fully restored.

A moment later, Elder Zhao sat up, stretched, and made a move to get out of bed.

"Elder Zhao, don't be in such a hurry to get up," Liu Wenjing quickly stopped him. "It won't be too late to get out of bed once I have completely driven the cold out of your body."

"Oh! It’s Dr. Liu!" Elder Zhao was overjoyed to see him. "How rude of me! I was just wondering who had saved me, and it was you all along!"

Ten years ago, when Elder Zhao suffered from a cardiovascular blockage, it was Liu Wenjing who had cleared his vessels with a single needle, marking the beginning of their acquaintance.

"You have saved me once again," Elder Zhao said, gripping Liu Wenjing’s hand with intense gratitude.

"As a physician, healing the sick and saving lives is my duty," Liu Wenjing smiled. "Lie back down. I will administer the final needle, and I guarantee you will be free of illness and disaster for the next ten years."

The Zhao family members busied themselves helping the old man lie back down, waiting for his complete recovery. Just as Liu Wenjing was preparing to deliver the final needle, Ye Feng spoke up to stop him once more.

"I will warn you one last time. Once this needle goes in, even if a celestial deity descended, he wouldn't be able to save you!"

Liu Wenjing was using a technique meant for dispelling wind and cold to combat the evil energy inside the patient. Wind and cold might be dispelled, but the evil energy was something far more formidable; how could it be countered with such clumsy methods? Once this final needle was inserted, it would completely detonate the evil energy, leaving no room for salvation.

"Shut up!" Zhao Tiancong roared in anger. "You brat, how dare you continue to spout nonsense here! Do you think you're something special?!"

"Who is making such a racket here, daring to question Dr. Liu?" Elder Zhao, lying on the bed, couldn't help but sit up and look over. Only then did he realize that Ye Feng was there.

"It’s you!?" Elder Zhao was incensed. "Last night you cursed me as a dying man, and today you are here spreading alarmist rumors. What is your motive?"

"Has our Zhao family ever offended you?!"

Seeing Ye Feng repeatedly interrupt Dr. Liu’s treatment, even Hua Guodong’s impression of him plummeted. He could not understand the young man’s motives. He even regretted bringing Zhao Wanting to find Ye Feng that morning. They could have invited a renowned physician like Dr. Liu; there was no need to seek help from an amateur. Bringing Ye Feng along had not helped at all; instead, he was only causing trouble.

"Brat, are you still not convinced?" Liu Wenjing said, his fury reaching its peak. "My two needles have already healed Elder Zhao by seventy or eighty percent. Even without this last needle, he would recover with rest. Yet you persist in your fear-mongering. Do you really think you can scare me? I will administer this final needle to make you truly convinced!"

"I will finish this in one go and completely dispel the cold from Elder Zhao's body."

Ye Feng replied: "I think you are going to finish him off and send the old man to his grave."

"Absurd!"

Elder Zhao could no longer tolerate it. He had cursed him as a dying man last night, and now he was cursing him to his death?

"Quick! Throw this brat out! Put him on our Zhao family's blacklist!"

Before the words had even faded, the members of the Zhao family swarmed forward, intending to remove him by force.

"No need to lay a hand on me; I’ll leave myself!"

With that, Ye Feng walked out of the ward without looking back.

"Sigh, hero, I’ll see you out!" Hua Guodong, feeling sorry for Ye Feng being left alone, followed him out.

This time, Zhao Wanting did not move, though her eyes were filled with complex emotions. Although Ye Feng had saved her once, his persistent curses against her grandfather—as if he couldn't stand to see the old man well—made her extremely angry.

"Sigh, hero, why did you have to do this?"

Once they were outside the ward, Hua Guodong shook his head helplessly. "Go now, hero, I’ll send you back."

Ye Feng stood outside the ward door, showing no intention of leaving.

"No need to rush."

"In less than a minute, the people inside will be crying and begging me to come back."