"What's wrong with my son?"

  As soon as the director finished speaking, Qian Haide and his wife, who had received the news, hurried over.

  Seeing their son's pale face in the ICU, Zhang Lanying's vision went black, and she collapsed to the floor. A group of nurses rushed to help her up.

  "Lao Dai, what's going on? My son was fine just a moment ago!" Qian Haide remained relatively calm, unable to understand how his son's condition had deteriorated so quickly during the short time he had gone out for a meal.

  "Don't worry, President Qian. Yiming is here. Your son will definitely be fine."

  The director smiled at Qian Haide, then pulled Fang Yiming into the ICU and immediately ordered, "Quick, Yiming, treat him now!"

  While urging him, the director lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, "Let me tell you, you're his attending physician. If anything happens to him, you won't be able to escape responsibility!"

  Fang Yiming's face turned pale with fear. The director's words weren't meant to scare him. If Qian Zifeng died today, all his "contributions" from the previous night would be in vain.

  "Dr. Fang, what are you waiting for? Save my son!" Qian Haide grew anxious when he saw Fang Yiming hesitating.

  "I... I wasn't the one who saved him..."

  Facing a life-or-death situation and unable to deceive any longer, Fang Yiming admitted with a sob.

  "What did you say?!"

  Everyone was shocked.

  "Why haven't you left yet?"

  Meanwhile, in Huisheng Hall, Lin Yu was organizing materials while glancing at Wei Xuening, who had been lingering there.

  "My dad said to invite you over for a meal," Wei Xuening said reluctantly.

  "I can't make it. Someone will be coming soon to ask me to treat a patient," Lin Yu replied.

  "Was it scheduled?" Wei Xuening turned to look outside but saw no one.

  "No, I guessed, but I’m probably right," Lin Yu said after a moment's thought.

  "I don't believe you. I think you just don’t want to come to my house. Suit yourself, as if I really wanted you to come," Wei Xuening snorted coldly. If it weren’t for her father’s instructions, she wouldn’t have bothered waiting for Lin Yu.

  Just then, a black car sped over and screeched to a halt outside Huisheng Hall. Several figures emerged from the car and hurried inside.

  "May I ask which of you is Mr. He Jiarong?"

  Qian Haide rushed in and asked urgently. Upon seeing Lin Yu, he stepped forward respectfully and said, "Sir, please save my son."

  Though anxious, he remained patient and polite, knowing that such experts cared deeply about etiquette.

  Lin Yu had long been prepared and naturally did not refuse. He instructed Wei Xuening, "Lock up for me," then stood up and left with Qian Haide for the hospital.

  "Hmph, I'm not your maid!" Wei Xuening stomped her foot in frustration at Lin Yu’s departing figure but obediently locked the door for him.

  Upon arriving at Ren'ai Hospital, Lin Yu headed straight for the ICU.

  "I'll kill you, you bastard! Quack! Fraud!"

  At the entrance of the ICU, Zhang Lanying was frantically clawing at Fang Yiming, whose face was already covered in bloody scratches. He dodged while screaming in pain.

  The director and a group of doctors tried to mediate but dared not step forward, as Zhang Lanying would attack anyone who approached.

  Lin Yu had no time to watch Fang Yiming’s humiliation. He slipped into the ICU, saw that Qian Zifeng was in critical condition, and immediately removed the silver needles from his body. He then took out his own needles and inserted them into several major acupoints on Qian Zifeng’s chest, transferring his spiritual energy into him once again.

  In less than five minutes, Qian Zifeng’s condition stabilized, and his breathing became noticeably smoother.

  Lin Yu then took out several longer silver needles and inserted them into acupoints on Qian Zifeng’s head, such as Baihui and Taiyang, to alleviate the pressure of intracranial hematoma on his brain nerves.

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  After these needles were inserted, Qian Zifeng’s trembling body finally calmed down, and the readings on the monitors gradually returned to normal.

  Qian Haide stood by without uttering a word, his back soaked in cold sweat. Only when his son’s symptoms eased did he finally relax.

  Lin Yu also let out a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had arrived in time. Any later, and Young Master Qian might not have survived.

  "Mr. He, will my son relapse?" Qian Haide asked cautiously.

  "I’ll come back tomorrow morning to give him another acupuncture treatment. After that, he’ll be fine. As long as he receives normal intravenous treatment, he’ll wake up soon," Lin Yu said. "Actually, I had planned to come today after last night’s treatment, but I saw the news claiming that Dr. Fang had miraculously saved your son, so I didn’t feel it was appropriate to come."

  "Mr. He, I’m truly sorry. I was kept in the dark and deceived by this scoundrel," Qian Haide said through gritted teeth.

  He then stormed out and pointed angrily at Director Dai Wei. "Dai Wei, why haven’t you called the police? Do you want to be arrested along with him?!"

  Dai Wei trembled upon hearing this. Regardless of whether Fang Yiming was his nephew or not, he quickly took out his phone and dialed 110.

  Fang Yiming’s actions were tantamount to reckless endangerment of human life, warranting at least a decade or more in prison.

  "President Qian, I was wrong! Please spare me!"

  Fang Yiming’s face turned pale with fear. He rushed to Qian Haide, dropped to his knees, and clung to his leg, weeping and pleading.

  "Get him away from me! He’s dirtying my shoes!" Qian Haide said coldly.

  Several doctors quickly pulled Fang Yiming away.

  Shortly after, the police arrived and took Fang Yiming away.

  "Mr. He, thank you for saving my son’s life," Qian Haide said emotionally, still shaken by the earlier heart-stopping moment.

  "Mr. He, how long until my son wakes up?" Zhang Lanying was also immensely grateful to Lin Yu. After calming down, she asked him.

  "He’ll wake up by tomorrow at the latest," Lin Yu replied with a nod and a smile.

  "Will he be able to walk again?" Zhang Lanying clenched her hands to her chest, nervous. Her son was still so young—she didn’t want him confined to a wheelchair for life.

  "I’ll write a prescription. Once he wakes up, have him take it consistently. His legs should recover soon," Lin Yu said while writing out a prescription with pen and paper.

  Zhang Lanying was endlessly grateful, repeatedly nodding her thanks to Lin Yu.

  This was a true doctor—answering questions clearly and honestly, unlike Fang Yiming, who was all bluff and bluster and knew nothing beyond touting "willpower."

  After Qian Zifeng’s condition stabilized, Qian Haide personally drove Lin Yu back and respectfully offered him a check, which Lin Yu declined.

  Qian Haide didn’t insist. He glanced at the decor and medical equipment in Lin Yu’s clinic and said urgently, "Mr. He, the facilities here seem a bit outdated."

  "Yes, I bought these secondhand from someone else’s clinic for convenience," Lin Yu explained with a smile.

  "I’m in the medical equipment business. Don’t worry—give me a week, and I’ll have my team work overtime to craft a brand-new set of facilities for you," Qian Haide said ingratiatingly.

  "Thank you, President Qian," Lin Yu said without refusing. Sometimes, accepting others’ kindness is a form of kindness in itself.

  The next day, after Lin Yu administered another acupuncture treatment to Qian Zifeng, his condition completely stabilized.

  When Qian Haide drove Lin Yu back, he told him that he would not go easy on Fang Yiming and would ensure he served over a decade in prison.

  Lin Yu smiled without commenting further. Fang Yiming had brought this upon himself—he had no one else to blame.

  Over the weekend, Lei Jun picked up Lin Yu to treat his grandfather. Seeing Wei Xuening there, he invited her along.

  While driving through the city center, the road ahead was suddenly blocked, forcing Lei Jun to slow down.

  Wei Xuening curiously leaned out to look. "Why is the road closed for no reason?"

  "Oh, I remember now. I heard a big shot from Beijing is visiting today."

  Lei Jun recalled this after Wei Xuening’s question and said self-reproachfully, "I should’ve known better than to take this route."

  "It’s fine, no rush," Lin Yu said with a smile.

  "Beep beep! Beep beep beep beep!"

  "Can you even drive? Damn it, are you waiting to die here?"

  "You think I won’t smash your car?"

  Suddenly, impatient honking and shouts came from behind them.

  Lei Jun frowned and glanced in the rearview mirror, spotting a black Mercedes van.

  "Are they looking for trouble? I’ll go teach them a lesson!"

  Wei Xuening opened the door to get out, but Lin Yu grabbed her. "Don’t waste time with them. Treating Grandpa Lei is more important."

  Actually, Lin Yu was concerned that there were too many people in the car behind them and didn’t want Wei Xuening to get hurt. Her skills were enough to handle one or two troublemakers, but she might be outmatched against a larger group.

  As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, four or five burly men got out of the car behind them and walked over, pounding on the windows angrily. "Can you even drive, damn it?"

  Lin Yu rolled down the window and was surprised to see one of them was an old acquaintance—Zhu Zhihua.

  Zhu Zhihua was also taken aback to run into Lin Yu here. Remembering the humiliation he had suffered during his confession to Jiang Yan and at the antique auction, he grew furious. Seeing only two men and one woman in Lin Yu’s car, he mustered his courage and pointed at Lin Yu, shouting, "Get out here! You braked suddenly and scared me, you know? Pay up!"

  Today, he wasn’t alone in his car. He was with the famously ruthless Brother Hu and his crew. They had been on their way to dinner when they encountered Lin Yu, and Zhu Zhihua saw an opportunity to vent his frustrations.

  "Did you hear that? Get out!"

  A burly tattooed man slammed his hand against the window. When he saw Wei Xuening inside, his eyes lit up, and he said creepily, "Hey, little girl, come out and play with us."

  "Xuening, want to bet? I can take them down in two minutes."

  Lei Jun smiled and challenged Wei Xuening.

  "I don’t believe it. I think it’ll take at least three minutes," Wei Xuening said after thinking for a moment.

  "Want to bet? Fifty yuan?" Lei Jun grinned.

  "You’re on! I’ll bet a hundred!" Wei Xuening said.

  "Damn it, I bet I’ll break your legs in a minute!"

  Brother Hu, outside the car, was infuriated by Lei Jun and Wei Xuening’s conversation. This was outright mockery! He reached through the rear window and grabbed fiercely at Lei Jun.

  "Brother Hu, take this guy down too!" Zhu Zhihua glared at Lin Yu and said arrogantly.