Chapter 35: Begging the Divine Physician Qin to Intervene (Two Chapters Combined)

The moment these words were spoken, the entire room erupted in an uproar! Everyone present stared at Qin Feng, wondering why he would say such a thing.

"Nonsense!" Shen Sanqian was immediately displeased. "Young man, who do you think you are? How dare you question my medical skills?"

"I advise you to get out of here at once and stop hindering me from saving a life. If the patient's condition worsens because of you, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"

"Song Yuting, keep your little lover's mouth in check, or don't blame me if I have him thrown out!"

Seeing this opportunity, Song Qing immediately chimed in with sarcasm: "It’s only because the old man’s illness struck so suddenly and my uncle and aunt are away that he’s here. If they were around, would they ever tolerate such a foul-mouthed brat?"

"You..." Song Yuting’s expression darkened at these words. She looked at Qin Feng, equally confused as to why he would make such a claim.

However, Qin Feng remained unfazed. He said calmly to Shen Sanqian, "My name is Qin Feng, and I am an intern at Yunhai Hospital."

"Ha!" Song Qing laughed derisively. "A mere intern? You’re just a greenhorn in the medical world! Do you even have a place to speak here?"

"How laughable!" Shen Sanqian added with utter disdain. "Since you know you’re just an intern, you have no right to lecture me!"

The crowd shook their heads upon hearing Qin Feng's background. Old Master Shen was a titan of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Yunhai. Born into a century-old lineage of medicinal experts, he was the twenty-eighth successor of the Yunhai Shen family. Countless wealthy and powerful families throughout the city begged for his services, and even then, it all depended on his mood! How could he be questioned?

At this, Song Yuting stood up for Qin Feng: "Even though Qin Feng is still an intern, he has unique insights into medicine. Since he said this, perhaps for the sake of caution..."

"Enough!" Song Qing interrupted impatiently. "Cousin, Grandfather is in such a critical state; it’s bad enough that you’re doing nothing, but now that I’ve specially invited the divine physician Shen, you’re still saying such things? I think you’re just hoping Grandfather dies so you can hoard the inheritance all for yourself!"

"You..." Song Yuting’s face turned pale with anger, her chest heaving.

"Stop arguing! Come, feed the medicine to Old Master Song!" Shen Sanqian urged impatiently, ignoring Qin Feng entirely. Song Qing quickly took the bowl and had the others help Old Master Song sit up. Soon, the decoction was forced down his throat.

"Heh..." Qin Feng couldn't help but shake his head. "Aside from Miss Song, your family is truly a bunch of fools. The old man still had a chance to live, but now, I’m afraid he won't last three minutes!"

"What are you spouting, brat?"
"What do you mean he won't last three minutes?"
"How dare you curse the old man! You have a crow’s mouth! Throw him out!"

Qin Feng’s words incensed the entire Song family. They rolled up their sleeves, hurling insults and charging toward him. Seeing that he had provoked public anger, Song Yuting quickly blocked them and said to Qin Feng, "Qin Feng, why don't... why don't you wait outside for a while? Is that alright?" She had invited him, and she felt deeply embarrassed that her family was driving him away.

"Fine." Qin Feng said nothing more. With his hands in his pockets, he walked away nonchalantly. He had already given his warning. If they chose to be "smart," that was no longer his concern.

Inside the room, after the medicine was administered, everyone crowded around the bed, eyes filled with anxiety. Song Yuting stared at her grandfather, her heart pounding. Suddenly, to everyone’s amazement, Old Master Song opened his eyes.

"Heavens!"
"He’s awake! The old man is awake!"
"Divine Physician Shen truly lives up to his name... his medicine is miraculous!"

The Song family was ecstatic.

"What... what happened to me?" Old Master Song asked weakly, his face pale.

"Grandfather!" Song Qing rushed to take credit. "You suddenly fainted. It was an emergency, so I personally invited the renowned Divine Physician Shen to save you!"

"Divine Physician Shen?" Old Master Song, though frail, forced himself to express gratitude. "I have heard much of your name. Thank you for your life-saving efforts!"

"You're welcome." Shen Sanqian stroked his beard, his expression arrogant. "As a physician, saving lives is my duty. Meeting me is your good fortune."

Song Qing puffed out his chest and mocked Song Yuting: "See the power of Divine Physician Shen now? That brat was just spouting nonsense, and you actually defended him? Are you stupid? If we had listened to him, Grandfather would have been doomed!"

Song Yuting felt incredibly awkward. But since her grandfather had woken up, she was relieved. Perhaps... perhaps Qin Feng had simply misjudged the situation? She happily reached out to hold her grandfather’s hand. "Grandfather, how are you feeling?"

Unexpectedly, as she spoke, Old Master Song’s expression twisted in agony. He coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

"Pfft!"

Immediately after, he collapsed into a deep coma!

"Grandfather! What’s wrong? Don't scare me!" Song Yuting cried out in terror.

"What’s going on?!"
"Oh no, why has the old man relapsed?"

The Song family erupted into panic. Song Qing was terrified. He turned to Shen Sanqian, trembling. "Divine Physician Shen, you said the medicine would cure him! Why is he worse now?"

"This..." Shen Sanqian was shocked. He hurriedly checked the pulse, but a moment later, he slumped back, his face deathly pale. "It's over! His pulse is chaotic and fading... there's no saving him! How can this be?!"

In his experience, this pulse was a sign of imminent death. He was finished. As a renowned master, his reputation would be ruined by killing Old Master Song. Shen Sanqian fell into despair, and the Song family felt as though the sky had collapsed.

"What did you say?"
"The old man is dying?"
"Quack! You quack! Give us back our grandfather!"

The furious family members began berating Shen Sanqian. With the family patriarch on the verge of death, the inheritance would be in chaos. Shen Sanqian had no blood left in his face; he couldn't utter a word. Song Qing was completely stunned, his whole body shaking. He was the one who invited the doctor and fed the medicine—didn't that make him the one who killed his own grandfather? He might even go to prison!

"No, how did this happen?" Song Qing trembled in extreme fear.

"Did you notice? It’s been exactly three minutes since that man left!" someone exclaimed. The others checked their watches and gasped in realization.

"Could he have had a solution?"

Hearing this, Shen Sanqian seemed to find a glimmer of hope. "Yes! That man saw the problem with the decoction; he must have a way! Quickly, invite him back!"

But Song Yuting looked at them coldly. "You were the ones who drove him out. How can you expect him to come back and save anyone now?"

Shen Sanqian collapsed to the floor in despair, and the family fell silent. They had driven him away—what face did they have left to beg him?

"Cousin, Qin Feng will listen to you! Only you can save Grandfather!" Song Qing pleaded.

"Yes! He was your guest, please beg him to save the old man!" the family chimed in.

Song Yuting was furious with them, but for her grandfather’s sake, she said, "Fine, I will try. But you must all follow me and apologize to Mr. Qin!"

The family followed her out. In the courtyard, Qin Feng was sitting in a rocking chair, leisurely playing a mobile game.

"Mr. Qin!"
"Please, save our grandfather!"
"He drank that quack’s medicine and vomited blood; he’s barely breathing... you must have a way, right?"

"Not saving him." Qin Feng didn't even look up from his phone. "I’m just a mere intern. What right do I have to interfere in the affairs of the Song family? Don't hinder my game; move aside."

Seeing his attitude, the family members knelt down one by one. "Mr. Qin, we were wrong! We apologize... please save the old man! If you don't agree, we won't get up!"

"Then stay kneeling." Qin Feng sneered. "If you had asked before, there might have been a chance. But now that he’s ingested that quack’s medicine, he’s already half-way to the gates of hell. It’s not that easy anymore."

The family fell into deep, agonizing despair. Was there truly no hope?

"Thud!" Song Qing slumped to the ground, soul-shattered. He had caused a disaster. If Qin Feng couldn't save him, he would be a sinner to the family!

"Qin Feng," Song Yuting approached him, her voice pleading. "I know how capable you are. Please, find a way. My grandfather loves me dearly... I cannot lose him." Her eyes welled with tears. "If you save him, regardless of the outcome, I owe you a massive favor. I will do anything to repay you."

Qin Feng looked at her. He knew how proud the Song heiress was; for her to say this was no small matter. It showed just how important her grandfather was to her.

"I owe you a favor? I feel like I’m the one who owes you," Qin Feng said with a helpless smile. Their relationship was complicated—not quite a couple, yet they had shared the most intimate moments. "Very well, I suppose I have a soft heart. I’ll help you one more time."

Seeing him stand up, the Song family was overjoyed. Back in the room, Qin Feng ignored the fallen Shen Sanqian and took out several silver needles.

"Having the intention to save is good, but you must have the method, otherwise, you are merely killing."

*Swish, swish, swish!*

With a flick of his fingers, the silver needles flew out, piercing the vital acupuncture points on Old Master Song’s chest. The precision was breathtaking.

"This is..." Shen Sanqian’s pale face turned to one of utter shock. "This is... the legendary Nine Profound Needle Technique?!"

The Song family watched, dumbfounded. They had seen acupuncture before, but never like this. Hearing Shen Sanqian’s exclamation, they asked, "What is the Nine Profound Needle Technique?"

Shen Sanqian, unable to tear his eyes away, explained in awe: "It is a top-tier, thousand-year-old secret technique of acupuncture. It is said to be able to bring the dead back to life! I never expected this profound art to still exist in the world!"

The crowd gasped. Their view of Qin Feng shifted entirely. Was this young man truly just an intern?

"Fortune, what great fortune!" Shen Sanqian trembled, tears flowing down his face. He bowed deeply to Qin Feng. "I, Shen Sanqian, can die without regrets now that I have witnessed the Nine Profound Needle Technique!"

Song Yuting looked at Qin Feng with newfound awe. She knew his skills were good, but never imagined they were this extraordinary. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she remembered their time at the hospital.

Qin Feng ignored the chatter, focusing entirely on the treatment. He gently twisted the needles, clearing the blocked meridians. Within minutes, color returned to Old Master Song’s face.

"Done." Qin Feng pulled out the needles. "The old man is saved."

As he spoke, Old Master Song opened his eyes. He leaned over the edge of the bed and vomited the dark, stagnant blood and medicine.

"Why is he vomiting again? Qin Feng, are you making it worse?" Song Qing immediately tried to shift the blame. "Everyone saw it! If something happens to Grandfather, it’s all Qin Feng’s fault!"

"What are you panicking about?" Qin Feng explained. "This is just the stagnant blood and the decoction he drank."

As expected, once the toxins were purged, Old Master Song’s complexion improved significantly. He looked refreshed and vibrant. Hearing Song Qing’s earlier accusation, the old man glared at him. "Song Qing, are you hoping for me to die?"

Song Qing broke into a cold sweat. "Grandfather, I didn't mean that..."

Song Yuting was ecstatic. "Grandfather, are you feeling better?"

"Much better!" Old Master Song laughed. "I feel perfectly fine!"

The family was amazed. "Truly miraculous!" "So young, yet such skill!" "Thank goodness he was here today!"

Song Yuting introduced Qin Feng to her grandfather. "Grandfather, this is Qin Feng. He is the one who saved you."

"You are Qin Feng?" Old Master Song looked at him with admiration. "Truly remarkable. You have saved not only my life but the future of the Song family. You are our benefactor! What would you like as a reward?"

Shen Sanqian and the others looked on with envy. This was a massive favor! If he asked for shares in the Song Group, the old man would surely agree in his joy!

But Qin Feng shook his head. "A physician’s heart is benevolent; it was merely a small effort. Besides, Yuting and I are friends. I did this for her sake."

"Friends?" Old Master Song smiled at Qin Feng. "You are young and unmarried, and my granddaughter Yuting is also single. Why not take this friendship to the next level and become husband and wife? That would put my mind at ease!"

Song Yuting’s face turned scarlet, a mix of embarrassment and hidden shyness.

"Cough, cough." Qin Feng hurried to respond. "I appreciate your kindness, Old Master, but you need rest. I shall come by for a meal another day!"

He quickly walked out of the Song residence, letting out a long sigh. He hadn't even finished resolving his engagement with the Xu family yet—he couldn't handle another one!

Little did he know, as he walked away, Song Yuting watched his back with a look of resentment. *What is this man thinking? Am I not good enough for him?* She sank into self-doubt, while her grandfather simply chuckled.

...

The next day, Qin Feng returned to Yunhai Hospital. He went to Xu Banxia’s office, knocked, and walked in with a smile.

Xu Banxia was at her desk, dressed in her white coat, looking as sharp and beautiful as ever. She didn't look up, her tone cold. "Isn't this Mr. Qin, who made such a splash and shook all of Yunhai at the banquet? What brings you to my little department today?"

"Back to work," Qin Feng said with a smile. "My leave is over, just wanted to let you know."

"And?" Xu Banxia rolled her eyes. "Do you want me to hold a welcome ceremony for you?"

Qin Feng felt a cold shoulder. *What is wrong with this woman?* He had heard that women were temperamental during their periods, but Xu Banxia was grumpy all year round!

Xu Banxia was indeed in a foul mood. She had given him three days off, only to find him at a banquet with Song Yuting. For some reason, it made her deeply uncomfortable, and seeing his face only amplified her irritation.

"Well... I'll get back to work then." Qin Feng decided to retreat.

"Wait." Xu Banxia called out coldly. "Don't leave after work tonight. You’re coming with me to the airport to pick someone up. If you dare to slip away, I won't let you off."

"Fine." Qin Feng asked curiously, "Who is it?"

"My best friend."

Qin Feng’s expression turned strange. *Her best friend? Why do I have to go?*

"What? You have time to attend banquets with Song Yuting, but you can’t spare a moment for me?" She narrowed her eyes.

Qin Feng smelled the scent of jealousy. "Fine, I’ll go, alright?"