Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Lin Lei was overjoyed; he hadn’t expected Ye Fengyun to be so foolish as to actually accept his bet. Although, in his eyes, Ye Fengyun amounted to nothing, this incident would publicly embarrass Tang Shihan, which delighted him immensely.

After all, his union with Tang Yilin had been a complete accident. Originally, he had schemed to sleep with Tang Shihan, but things had gone awry, and it ended up being Tang Yilin instead. Even though he was now married to Tang Yilin, that hadn’t diminished his desire for Tang Shihan in the slightest.

He knew that a woman as outstanding and independent as Tang Shihan required a gradual dismantling of her confidence and defenses. Only in this way would she eventually fall into his grasp.

The Matriarch gave a few more instructions regarding the family’s future direction, and once everything was settled, the family meeting concluded smoothly.

After the meeting, Tang Shihan was visibly upset. She left the villa alone, with Ye Fengyun following close behind.

“Wait for me, darling!” Ye Fengyun called out as he chased after her.

Tang Shihan stopped abruptly, took a deep breath, and turned around, glaring at him furiously.

“Ye Fengyun, who do you think you are? You’re nothing more than my contract husband. Do you really think you’re my man?”

Ye Fengyun grinned cheekily. “So, wife, you’re admitting we’re really married now?”

Tang Shihan was so angry she could hardly speak. Was there anyone with less shame than this man?

“Let me make this clear, Ye Fengyun. I, Tang Shihan, will never fall for someone as ugly as you. You’re ignorant and arrogant, and you embarrassed me completely in that meeting! I hope you recognize your place and don’t overestimate yourself!”

Ye Fengyun only smiled and nodded, unfazed by her angry outburst. “Sure, wife, whatever you say. But right now~” he said, reaching out his hand toward her.

Tang Shihan frowned. “What do you want?”

Ye Fengyun replied with a smile, “Wife, lend me some money, would you?”

Hearing him ask for money again, Tang Shihan’s temper flared. This man was useless at everything except asking for money!

But Ye Fengyun’s next words made her realize she’d misunderstood him.

“You’re weak right now and need some care. I want to buy some medicinal herbs to help you recover.” He sighed and pressed his forehead, “It’s a pity we’re not in the mountains, or I’d dig up a thousand-year-old ginseng for you tonight.”

A subtle warmth spread through Tang Shihan’s heart, and her expression shifted ever so slightly. Still, for the sake of her pride, she turned her face away, feigning impatience.

“Give it to him,” she instructed her secretary.

The secretary handed Ye Fengyun a bank card and said coldly, “There’s ten thousand on it.”

“Well, isn’t this just the life of a freeloader?” Tang Anqi sneered. “Not only are you ugly, you’re useless as well!”

Lin Lei laughed derisively. “Anqi, what’s the point of talking to a loser like him? He’ll be living off a woman for the rest of his life.”

Tang Yilin covered her mouth, snickering. “Ye Fengyun, if I were you, I’d have found a place to kill myself by now. Yet you shamelessly ask your wife for money—pathetic!”

Ye Fengyun tucked the card away, retorting with a half-smile, “What business is it of yours if I ask my wife for money? You wouldn’t get anything even if you begged!”

“You have the nerve to ask? You’ve brought shame to the Tang family!” Tang Anqi shot back.

“How is it shameless? She’s my wife, not yours. What’s wrong with me asking her for money? I can kiss her if I want. I can even hug her!” Ye Fengyun replied.

“You—” Tang Anqi’s face flushed with rage. In her mind, her perfect older sister, her goddess, how could she be tainted by such a scoundrel!

Ye Fengyun, I will make sure you’re driven out of the Tang family! Tang Anqi swore silently to herself.

Lin Lei was equally infuriated by Ye Fengyun’s response. Damn it, after all my plotting, I couldn’t get Tang Shihan, but this loser has her so easily. It’s fine, though; in a few days, he’ll be the talk of the town for streaking on the news. Then, let’s see if he can still stay in the Tang family!

With this thought, Lin Lei’s smile grew sinister.

The next day, Ye Fengyun arrived at Yunchuan’s premier traditional medicine hospital: the Hall of National Medicine.

As the finest hospital in the city, the Hall of National Medicine boasted the most famous professors and was always packed with people. Many prominent figures came seeking renowned doctors.

Inside, the crowds were thick, patients all wearing masks and coughing violently. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Ye Fengyun put on a mask as well.

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out behind him. “Move! Out of the way, damn it!”

Before anyone could see who it was, a group of people pushed a gurney through, forcing a path as if slicing through cloth with scissors.

Suddenly, the man on the gurney convulsed and fell off, his face ashen, body trembling.

“President Lin!” someone cried, and those pushing the stretcher quickly moved to help him.

Ye Fengyun was startled. The man’s condition was dire—if they moved him recklessly, it could cut off blood flow to the brain, making him lose consciousness or even stop his heart, leading to suffocation and death.

“Move!” Ye Fengyun shoved the man aside and gently helped President Lin lie flat.

“You little punk, are you looking for death?” one of the men growled, raising his fist toward Ye Fengyun’s head.

Without even looking, Ye Fengyun casually deflected the punch, using the attacker’s own strength against him, sending him stumbling away.

He couldn’t be bothered to waste time arguing. The heart of a healer is that of a parent—right now, his priority was to save this man’s life.

His master might have been unreliable in matters of marriage, but when it came to medical ethics, he had taught Ye Fengyun well.

“Blocked meridians, visceral hypoperfusion, cerebral hypoperfusion—only one minute left,” Ye Fengyun muttered, quickly pulling out his silver needles. This time, instead of taking them out one by one, he flicked the pouch, and the needles seemed almost alive, landing precisely at the major acupoints around President Lin’s body.

The man tried to attack Ye Fengyun again, but an elderly gentleman stopped him.

“Stand back. Do you know who you’re touching?” the man began to scold, but when he saw who had intervened, he immediately became respectful. “Master Yun…”

Master Yun was the chief physician of the Hall of National Medicine, a towering figure in the world of Chinese medicine, held in the highest esteem.

Master Yun watched Ye Fengyun’s needling with grave intensity, his brows furrowing in astonishment. “The Ninefold Peerless Needle? How is this possible?”

He could hardly believe his eyes. The Ninefold Peerless Needle was a legendary technique in medical history, said to bring the dead back to life and rival the very forces of nature. Although it was recorded in ancient texts, the actual method had long been lost. Yet now, it appeared in the hands of a young man—Master Yun was stunned.

Ye Fengyun’s brow was furrowed, sweat pouring down his face, cheeks flushed, vapor rising from the top of his head.

The onlookers recoiled in shock, backing away hastily.

The silver needles quivered, emitting a low, dragon-like hum. Then, with a flick of Ye Fengyun’s hand, the needles leapt back into their pouch.

He exhaled deeply, his clothes drenched in sweat. He struggled to stand, and Master Yun hurried over to support him.

“Quick, get President Lin to the emergency room!” someone shouted.

Ye Fengyun said, “No need. He’ll be fine. He just needs rest.”

Master Yun swiftly arranged for President Lin to be taken to the recovery room, then looked at Ye Fengyun with genuine admiration.

“Young man, you possess remarkable skill for someone so young. Truly astonishing.” He handed Ye Fengyun a business card. “I am Yun Zhonghe, a doctor here at the Hall of National Medicine.”

Ye Fengyun accepted it with a smile. “Master Yun, it seems we are colleagues.”

The crowd murmured in disbelief. Was he just trying to flatter himself? Little did they realize that knowing Ye Fengyun was the real honor.

“Oh, by the way, since you’re a doctor here, tell me: do you have century-old Red Viper Gallbladder, Rejuvenating Immortal Herb, Thousand-Year Changbai Snow Lotus, Tianshan Rootless Water, Kunlun Cave Stalactite, or the Stone of a Thousand Mechanisms?” Ye Fengyun asked.

Master Yun hesitated. “We do have Red Viper Gallbladder and Rejuvenating Immortal Herb, but the others…”

“How much do they cost?”

“These are all rare medicinal ingredients, each costing millions.”

Ye Fengyun sighed in resignation. He only had ten thousand—far from enough.

Seeing his predicament, Master Yun smiled. “With your talent, earning millions would be easy. How about this: join us as a consulting physician. I’ll offer you five million a year, and as a gesture of goodwill, I’ll gift you the Red Viper Gallbladder and Rejuvenating Immortal Herb.”

But Ye Fengyun declined. “No need. I’m not one to accept charity. I’ll buy the Red Viper Gallbladder and Rejuvenating Immortal Herb with my own ability.”

He handed the bank card to Master Yun. “I want to buy some Atractylodes, Dipsacus, Dodder Seed, and Eucommia Bark. My wife is waiting for me at home!”