Chapter 21: Are You Trying to Harm Him?

Hangzhou City, First People's Hospital.

At Lin Qiqing’s insistence, Ye Fei had no choice but to strip off his upper garments in front of the young nurse, allowing her to tend to and dress his wounds. Though such minor injuries meant nothing to Ye Fei, the nurse’s admiring gaze as she lingered on his old scars filled him with a sense of accomplishment that made him take off his clothes without hesitation.

After the treatment, Lin Qiqing intended for Ye Fei to stay for observation, but he refused outright.

“Senior Sister, rest assured! My body is nowhere near as fragile as you think—I could go seven rounds in a night and still be fine!”

Lin Qiqing rolled her eyes at him. Seeing that he truly was unharmed, she didn’t insist further. The worry in her beautiful eyes gradually faded, and her usually frosty, indifferent expression returned.

The two walked one behind the other down the hospital corridor.

“Next time, don’t be so foolish. Learn to think for yourself.”

The sudden remark caught Ye Fei off guard.

“Senior Sister, what did you say?”

“I said—” Lin Qiqing turned, fixing him with a piercing gaze. “Don’t be stupid next time, do you understand? Did you think I’d be grateful for you taking a knife for me? No, I’ll only think you’re an idiot. After all your years with Master, haven’t you realized that only the selfish survive in this world?”

“But—”

“No buts!” Lin Qiqing pronounced each word clearly. “Ye Fei, I treat you as my junior brother, which is why I was willing to use up nearly all my favors to mobilize every thug in Hangzhou to save you. I want you to understand: I have plenty of ways to protect myself—I don’t need you to take a knife for me!”

“But—”

“That’s enough!” She waved her slender hand, shooting him a cold glance. “Find your own way back. I have another engagement to attend.”

With that, she strode away in her high heels, not once looking back.

Watching her angry retreating figure, Ye Fei touched his nose and muttered to himself, “But you’re my Senior Sister—how could I just stand by and watch you get hurt? That would make me no better than a beast.”

Ye Fei sighed, not bothering to dwell on why she’d lost her temper with him.

Though she didn’t seem to be speaking out of spite, Ye Fei could tell she meant no real harm.

“If just one Senior Sister is so hard to manage, what’ll I do when I run into the third or the fourth?”

Ye Fei shook his head and made his way toward the hospital entrance.

“Director Wu, did you hear that? The old man said he was in a coma because of some kind of ‘yin poison’ invading his body. I’ve never even heard of such a term.”

“Most likely he just fainted from old age and high blood pressure. There’s no such thing as ‘yin energy invasion’—sounds like nonsense to me.”

“But we’ve run blood tests and CT scans without finding any illness. What could it be?”

“Take me to see him.”

Just then, an elderly man and a young doctor hurried past, their conversation clearly reaching Ye Fei’s ears and instantly catching his attention.

Yin energy invading the body? Coma?

Ye Fei’s brows twitched, and he quietly followed after them.

The two doctors briskly entered a corner ward.

Inside, more than ten top experts from internal and external medicine had gathered, all wearing troubled expressions as they crowded around the sole hospital bed.

This ward was spacious, but surprisingly scant in medical equipment.

Ye Fei slipped in silently through the half-open door, unnoticed by anyone.

“Director Fang, Director Wu, you’re both leading psychiatric specialists in the country, yet you can’t even diagnose what’s wrong with my second uncle? Are you sure you deserve to be called ‘famous doctors’?”

From the crowd, a sophisticated and alluring woman stood up. She wore a form-fitting cheongsam that accentuated her curves, her face exuding an almost bewitching anger. The slit along the side of her dress revealed legs so fair they nearly glowed, drawing every eye in the room.

Even her figure was no less striking than Lin Qiqing’s.

“You may all leave now,” said an older, white-haired man with a wave of his hand. As the other doctors filed out, leaving only Director Wu behind, he turned to the beautiful woman with a helpless sigh. “Miss Jiang, please forgive us. We truly cannot determine what illness has afflicted Mr. Chen.”

“I told you already—my second uncle suffers from yin poison invading his marrow. Take this diagnosis to any doctor, any department—whoever can cure him, I’ll pay any price!” Her anger was undiminished, but fatigue tinged her eyes as she went on, “The First People’s Hospital is the best in Hangzhou. If you can wake my uncle, the Chen family will gladly donate two more buildings to your institution.”

At her words, a flash of greed glimmered in Director Wu and Director Fang’s eyes.

Director Wu cleared his throat, feigning sudden inspiration. “Miss Chen, I just thought of a possible solution!”

“Speak!” she pressed, hope flickering in her gaze.

“We could extract a sample of Mr. Chen’s bone marrow for analysis and use lasers to scan for any illnesses in his body. What do you think? Many foreign hospitals have adopted this method.”

“What’s the success rate?” she asked. “Any side effects?”

“Eighty percent…” Director Wu’s eyes darted as he casually invented a number. “Minimal side effects, nothing that can’t be healed with time and care.”

“Very well!” Relief lit her face, and she exclaimed, “Your name is Wu Hua’ao, isn’t it? I know you’re one of the top physicians in the country. Regardless of the outcome, you will have the Chen family’s eternal gratitude!”

“Of course, of course.” Director Wu’s heart leapt for joy, though his face remained composed.

This old man won’t last much longer anyway. If we treat him as a lost cause, buy him a few more days, and send him off in a coffin, whatever he wants will be easy to arrange.

At the side, Ye Fei listened, casting a glance at the old man lying on the bed. The patient’s face was not only bloodless but his lips were tinged blue and purple. Ye Fei couldn’t help but scoff, a cold laugh escaping him. “In his condition, you want to draw bone marrow? Are you trying to hurry his death?”

His words instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Director Wu was the first to react. Seeing the bandages on Ye Fei’s back, his expression darkened as he barked, “Who are you? This is a private ward—patients aren’t allowed in without permission!”

“Never mind who I am. Just answer me: the man on that bed is at least eighty. You still want to extract his bone marrow—are you trying to get him killed?” Ye Fei sneered, casting a sidelong glance at the beautiful woman, whose face had changed dramatically.