Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Old Yun spoke in an unhurried tone, “Miss Lin, the rules here are indeed set by Xiao Ye. If you don’t like it, I can help you contact another expert.”

Lin Qinghuan was so angry that she laughed.

She was the eldest daughter of the Lin family—wherever she went, people greeted her with utmost respect, bending over backward to curry favor. Yet Yun Guozhong was actually willing to offend her for the sake of an ugly nobody?

“Well, well, Yun Guozhong, I truly admire your ability to handle people. To think you’d risk offending the Lin family for a nobody.”

She stood up, her expression darkening. “Yunchuan City has more than just your clinic. Don’t regret this!”

She turned to leave.

That was when Ye Fengyun, who had been bored to death, finally spoke up.

“Your problem, and your family’s problem, isn’t an illness. No matter which doctor you find, it won’t help.”

Hearing this, Lin Qinghuan paused, her brows knitting together.

“What did you say?” she asked.

Ye Fengyun propped his chin on his hand, looking at her with a half-smile. “Lately, haven’t you been having frequent nightmares? Always feeling as if something is pressing down on your chest—as if you’re awake yet unable to move? And sometimes you see shadows flickering by your bedside?”

The anger on Lin Qinghuan’s face was gradually replaced by astonishment.

“There’s no need to be surprised. As I said, this isn’t an illness. And the root cause isn’t with you.”

Ye Fengyun lounged in his rocking chair, legs sprawled on the table, utterly at ease.

Although Lin Qinghuan despised his attitude, everything he said was true.

She had consulted many renowned doctors, all of whom blamed stress and prescribed her various sedatives and regulators. But none of them worked—in fact, the terrifying episodes only grew longer.

Slowly, Lin Qinghuan sat back down, her demeanor much improved.

“Do you know the real cause, then?” she asked.

Ye Fengyun smiled faintly. “Of course I do.”

“What is it?” Lin Qinghuan pressed eagerly.

He spread his hands. “Why should I tell you?”

“You—” Lin Qinghuan was so furious she wanted to hit him. “Aren’t you a doctor? Where’s your medical ethics?”

Ye Fengyun pointed toward the door. “My medical ethics mean treating the people who are supposed to be treated. You, a privileged elite, have no idea about the suffering of ordinary people. Do you know how many have lost their best chance at treatment because the rich cut in line? Lin Qinghuan, you’ve been on your high horse too long; come down and see the real world.”

“I—”

Those words left her speechless. She glanced at Old Yun for help.

But Old Yun just shrugged, helpless.

“Next patient.”

Ye Fengyun didn’t indulge her; he simply called the next patient in.

Watching patient after patient enter according to their number, Lin Qinghuan grew increasingly frustrated.

Was he really that stubborn? She had a wealthy background, a stunning figure, outstanding looks, and financial power that crushed ninety-nine percent of people. Couldn’t he bend the rules for her? Did she really have no charm in his eyes?

Before long, the patients had all been seen, and Ye Fengyun’s work for the day was done.

“Is it my turn now?” Lin Qinghuan asked.

Ye Fengyun smiled. “I’ve finished my tasks for today. You can book for next week.”

“You—you’ll be the death of me!”

Lin Qinghuan stomped her foot in exasperation. “I’ll pay you! Name your price!”

Ye Fengyun cleared his throat and said righteously, “Ahem, it’s not about money. It’s mainly—”

“Five million.”

“Mainly, I’m a helpful person. So, please sit down.” Ye Fengyun grinned.

Lin Qinghuan rolled her eyes.

She thought he was so principled, but in the end, he was just greedy.

Yet, Ye Fengyun wasn’t greedy for money—he simply needed funds to buy rare herbs, and Lin Qinghuan’s case was extraordinary. If he really ignored it, the Lin family might face death by next week.

Of course, Ye Fengyun wasn’t a pushover. Even if he agreed to treat her, he had to do something about her spoiled heiress attitude.

“Before I treat you, I have one condition.”

“Ten million. Don’t waste time.”

“You have to apologize for your previous rudeness.”

“Fifty million!”

“Money is useless.”

Ye Fengyun folded his arms, smiling.

Lin Qinghuan was intrigued now, her anger turning to amusement. She folded her arms, tilted her head, and watched him with interest.

“You’re quite something. Earlier you refused to treat me, but the moment I offered five million, you agreed. Now I’m offering fifty million, and you refuse?”