Upon hearing the words of the child's parents, Dong Jianye spoke in a serious tone: “There is always a sequence in learning, and specialization in skills. I still recognize Ye Feng's level of expertise, moreover he obtained his medical license at a young age, and already has the qualifications to practice medicine independently.”
Seeing that Dong Jianye spoke so assuredly, after discussing among themselves the child’s parents agreed.
Being able to cure the illness in Jiangcheng would of course be best. If they had to go to the imperial capital, then there would be the issue of fees which their family would not be able to bear, not to mention taking time off from work.
Seeing that the family members had agreed, Ye Feng did not hesitate. He took out the silver needles he carried with him, and inserted them into the patient's brain.
In an instant, the silver needles flashed as the patient’s forehead was covered with needles, looking rather creepy.
Ye Feng's medical techniques were not just empty talk, but had been honed through practice time and time again.
After a quarter of an hour, Ye Feng casually waved his hand, and the silver needles on the patient's forehead were withdrawn. Streams of black liquid seeped out from the needle holes, making the patient look especially bizarre.
"Doctor... This..."
Before the child's parents could finish speaking, the formerly unresponsive patient had already started crying, "Dad, Mom..."
Ye Feng swiftly wrote a prescription and handed it over, saying: "Alright, quickly take the child to get washed up, then follow this prescription to take the medicine three times a day. He will recover in a week.”
"Thank you, thank you." Seeing that their child's eyes had regained their spirit, the couple kept expressing their gratitude.
Old Master Dong also kept nodding, "Marvelous, marvelous. The technique Little Friend Ye just used should be the "Ghost Judge Startles" among the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles. It is truly divine skill."
Ye Feng nodded, "The old master has keen eyes."
"Very good, very good. I was thinking of taking you on as my disciple, but now it seems your master is truly remarkable. But I still can’t let you leave empty-handed today. Come with me."
As Dong Jianye spoke, he led Ye Feng to a room full of medical texts. He took an ancient medical book from the bookshelf.
Dong Jianye was clearly in good spirits. He smiled and said, "Little Friend Ye, why don't you take a guess at how I got the nickname Enemy of King Yama."
Ye Feng answered without hesitation, "I reckon it is because the old master has brought countless lives back from the brink of death, snatching them from the hands of King Yama time and again."
"You're right and wrong at the same time." Dong Jianye shook his head and said, "While I have confidence in my medical skills, I would not exaggerate them to that extent. For those fated to die, no matter what I do I cannot possibly bring them back to life. Compared to ordinary doctors, I would say my medical skills are only slightly better. But the nickname ‘Enemy of King Yama’ is somewhat presumptuous of me."
"I...I can't figure it out." Ye Feng scratched his head in puzzlement.
Old Master Dong had a mysterious smile on his face, "What you said was somewhat accurate. I have indeed benefited countless lives, but that ‘countless’ is not a mere figure of speech. It is literal."
"Could it be..." A possibility came to Ye Feng's mind.
"That's right." Dong Jianye did not keep him guessing any further. He directly revealed the medical book in his hands, "My specialty is this Needle Method to Restore Yang. It can be said to be a blessing for men. Based on the number of patients I've treated over the years, to say I’ve benefited countless lives is no exaggeration at all."
Ye Feng was speechless for a long time before he gave a thumbs up, "Awesome stuff."
Hearing the praise, Dong Jianye nodded satisfactorily and handed over the medical book.
Ye Feng asked hesitantly, "Old master, this is...?"
"Medical knowledge like this was invented in the first place to treat illnesses and save lives. How could I possibly keep it to myself? To chance upon a junior like you today must be fate. I’m certain this Needle Method to Restore Yang will shine brilliantly in your hands. Don't decline, there are still many suffering men out there waiting for you to save them."
Having said that, Dong Jianye directly stuffed the medical book into Ye Feng's hands.
"This... Alright."
Seeing that the old master had put it like that, Ye Feng did not stand on ceremony and accepted it.
"Old master, if there is anything you need in the future please do not hesitate to ask. I would not dare refuse."
However, Dong Jianye did not follow the script.
"Great. As it happens I do have something I would like your help with."
"Please go ahead old master..."
Having just said those words, Ye Feng really could not bear to decline, especially since the other party had brought out a real treasure.
Dong Jianye looked towards Dong Meng standing to the side, "From young, my granddaughter has loved studying medicine, yet over the years has been unable to find a suitable teacher. Since you young people find it easier to get along, do bring her along when you can. Or if there are constraints with your master, she can apprentice under you as well."
"Oh, there’s no need, no need for that." Ye Feng certainly did not dare accept Dong Meng as a disciple. He kept waving his hand and said, "My master doesn't have so many rules. Old master please be assured that I will impart all I know to Miss Dong."
Dong Jianye said happily, “Good. Then you young people should interact more. This old man is getting on in years, and my body can’t take it either. We’ll stop here today. Dong Meng, send Ye Feng off.”
Dong Meng, who had been standing quietly at the side, lowered her head slightly towards Ye Feng. “Then I’ll be troubling you in the future.”
At the same time, in Jier City, Chao Fan Manor
Lying in bed playing with his mobile phone, Ye Bufan’s right eye started twitching uncontrollably. He rubbed his eyes and muttered to himself, “Left eye jumping for wealth, right eye jumping spells misfortune. There’s always some villain trying to harm me.”
“Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat”
Just as he finished speaking, there was the sound of submachine guns firing at the door.
"What's going on?" Ye Bufan bolted up from the bed and rushed to open the window to see what was happening.
*Thump*
The moment he stuck his head out, Ye Bufan felt a sharp pain between his brows. His entire body was pushed backward by tremendous force and he fell onto the floor unconscious.
"Wake up, Master, wake up."
When Ye Bufan regained consciousness, the first sight that greeted him was Xi Mengsi’s pretty maid face.
"What just happened?" Ye Bufan asked while touching his still throbbing forehead.
Xi Mengsi gently helped Ye Bufan up and answered, "Just now a group of unidentified people armed with guns broke into the manor. They have all been dealt with. Among them was a squad of skilled snipers. Preliminary analysis indicates that the wound on Master's forehead was from a sniper rifle shot."
Ye Bufan sucked in a breath of cold air. To think he actually took a sniper bullet to the head.
Fortunately over the years he had not been idle, continuously enhancing his own defenses. He had even traded for esoteric martial arts like Iron Head Skill. Otherwise next year’s Qing Ming Festival would be his memorial day.
"Master, investigations have uncovered the truth." Ye Shang walked in elegantly on high heels.
"Who did it?"
Ye Bufan was furious. He had been happily eating hotpot and gaming at home, minding his own business. Who dared try to assassinate him?