Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Am the Exception
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Upon hearing Ye Feng’s words, Hua Guodong could not help laughing as well.
“Hero, you really are hilarious.”
The situation was as obvious as lice on a shaved monk’s head.
Divine Doctor Liu had practically cured Old Master Zhao’s illness completely. What else was there to say?
As for Ye Feng’s claim that they would soon come begging and pleading for him to return, that was even more absurd.
In Hua Guodong’s view, once Old Master Zhao had fully recovered, if Ye Feng were still standing outside the door, the Zhao family would probably chase him away themselves.
Yet Ye Feng was utterly certain that if Liu Wenjing dared to administer a third needle, Old Master Zhao would undoubtedly die.
If Ye Feng was wrong, then the five years he had spent studying medicine under his Fifth Master would have been for nothing.
“Hero! Even if you refuse to leave, at least don’t stand outside the ward,” Hua Guodong kindly advised. “If the Zhao family sees you when they come out, they’ll lose their temper again.”
“Why don’t we go downstairs first—”
Before he could finish, intermittent screams, sobs, and curses suddenly came from inside the ward.
Gradually, the noise grew louder. Soon, the entire ward seemed to have exploded into chaos.
“What happened?”
Hua Guodong froze. Could Ye Feng really have been right?
Though he was standing outside and could not see what was happening inside, the frantic shouts coming from the ward certainly did not sound like people celebrating Old Master Zhao’s recovery.
They sounded more like… mourners at a funeral!?
Bang!
Suddenly, the ward door was violently flung open.
Zhao Wanting appeared with tearstains on her face, her expression filled with remorse and panic.
When she saw Ye Feng standing outside, a flicker of delight appeared in her eyes.
“Ye Feng… quickly… save my grandfather… My grandfather… he’s dying again…”
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Choking back sobs, Zhao Wanting seized Ye Feng’s hand and dragged him back into the ward.
“Oh my God, no way!?”
Hua Guodong stood there dumbfounded outside the ward. He had never imagined that Ye Feng’s prediction would actually come true.
In less than a minute, the people inside were indeed crying and shouting for him to come back.
“Hero, you’re incredible!”
Hua Guodong hurried in after him.
The ward was already in complete disarray.
The members of the Zhao family seemed to have gone mad. They begged Dean Chen to call the doctors and find another way to save him, while cursing Liu Wenjing as a quack who had killed their father.
“How could this happen… How could this happen…”
Liu Wenjing stood trembling in the corner like a terrified schoolboy who had made a grave mistake, repeating those words over and over.
With his abilities, he simply could not determine what had gone wrong.
Could that young man really have been right?
Had he personally triggered the malign energy inside the patient’s body?
“No… That’s impossible!”
Liu Wenjing shook his head, unable to accept the reality before him.
“Mr. Ye, please… please save my grandfather…”
Zhao Wanting dragged Ye Feng back to the bedside.
Old Master Zhao lay on the bed, with a pool of blood beside his pillow.
He lay completely motionless, his entire body blackened, with not the slightest trace of vitality remaining.
Even Dean Chen, standing nearby, slowly shook his head at the horrific sight. The old man was already thoroughly dead. Any further attempt at resuscitation would be pointless; it would be better to preserve the dignity of the deceased and stop disturbing his remains.
“He was perfectly fine just now… laughing and talking… How could this happen…”
Zhao Tiancong and Zhao Tianming were overcome with grief, nearly weeping themselves unconscious beside the bed.
Who could withstand such a sudden plunge from joy to sorrow, from life to death?
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“Why have you come back? To mock our family?”
Zhao Tiancong raised his head and glared furiously at Ye Feng.
“It was all because of your curse! Everything has turned out exactly as you wanted, hasn’t it? Are you happy now?”
Because everything that had happened had unfolded exactly as Ye Feng predicted, Zhao Tiancong could not accept the cruel reality. Even now, he continued to hurl abuse at Ye Feng.
“Sigh…”
Ye Feng shook his head helplessly.
“If my words were really that effective, wouldn’t I be a god? I warned you again and again just now, but none of you would listen. Who else can you blame?”
“Young man, we wronged you earlier. We’re truly sorry.”
Zhao Tianming was still rational. He hurriedly apologized to Ye Feng, hoping to mend the relationship and persuade him to intervene.
“Tell me… Is there any hope for my father?”
“Heh…”
Ye Feng gave a bitter laugh.
“So you only know to turn the wheel once the carriage has crashed into a tree? Now that he’s dead, you finally remember me? His condition wasn’t particularly serious to begin with, but you delayed treatment until you literally caused the patient’s death!”
“I told you just now: once he received the third needle, even a deity descending to the mortal world would be unable to save him!”
The members of the Zhao family were consumed by regret, unable to decide what to do.
Some of the more hot-tempered ones even rose on the spot, intent on fighting Divine Doctor Liu to the death.
“Mr. Ye, aren’t you the disciple of the Death-Dealing Medical Saint? Please, think of something! I know you must still have a way, don’t you?”
In her desperation, Zhao Wanting suddenly dropped to her knees and begged Ye Feng to save him.
“Sigh…”
Ye Feng shook his head helplessly.
“What should have been a simple matter was made needlessly complicated by all of you. But… today, you’re lucky. You happened to meet me.”
“That’s right. I am the disciple of the Death-Dealing Medical Saint! I can bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bare bones. As long as the body hasn’t been burned to ashes, he can still be saved!”
The moment those words were spoken, the chaotic ward fell utterly silent.
Everyone turned back in astonishment to look at Ye Feng, uncertain whether he was joking.
“Hero, are you serious?” Hua Guodong asked in shock. “Weren’t you just saying that even a deity couldn’t save him?”
“That’s right. Even a deity would find it difficult to save him,” Ye Feng said firmly. “But I never said that I couldn’t.”
“Because I am the exception!”