Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âHah hah⦠This is the Master he was talking about. Iâm dying of laughter. I thought that the Master he was talking about would be a white-haired old man. Who would have thought that it would be a young man whoâs still wet behind the ears? What a surprise! Surprise!
âHah hah, I know â this person must be so powerful that he can rejuvenate himself. In fact, heâs already over a hundred years old. Hah hahâ¦â
The young man laughed so loudly that his stomach hurt.
The old man and the middle-aged man did not stop the young man at this moment. Their expressions were also quite ugly.
âGuys, donât doubt my Masterâs medical skills just because heâs young,â Sun Mingyuan said in a low voice.
The old man forced a smile and nodded to Ye Xiaofei as a greeting. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIâll take your pulse,â Ye Xiaofei faintly said.
âThisâ¦â The old man was a little hesitant. He felt that this was truly a waste of time.
âThis is a great opportunity for you,â Sun Mingyuan hurriedly said. âIf you want to live, hurry up and let my Master take a look. Otherwise, you might lose the only chance to cure your illness.â
The old man eventually nodded. However, he had faith only because of Sun Mingyuanâs reputation. He did not trust the young chap, Ye Xiaofei, at all.
Ye Xiaofei put his finger on the old manâs wrist for more than 20 seconds, then took it away.
Taking the tissue from He Yuyao and wiping his hands, Ye Xiaofei said lightly, â10 million to cure your illness.â
The young man scoffed. âTen million? Are you robbing us? You canât deceive us and are switching tactics to daylight robbery? Do you believe that 1 will immediately get someone to arrest you and let you spend the rest of your life in prison?â
Ye Xiaofei said, âIf you want to cure it, then get the money. If you donât want to cure it, then leave. As for whether he dies or not, it has nothing to do with me.â
The young man snorted and said, âGrandfather, letâs go. Even if this kind of person says something nice, at the very least, he has the professional ethics of a liar. This method, heh heh, is too idiotic.â
â20 million.â
The young man became more enraged. âYouâre still raising the price? Ptui! Just you wait. Iâll teach you a lesson later.â
âThirty million.â Ye Xiaofeiâs tone was still calm.
When Sun Mingyuan saw Ye Xiaofeiâs reaction, he knew that Ye Xiaofei would definitely be able to cure the old manâs illness.
And this illness was so strange, he hoped even more to be able to see how Ye Xiaofei would treat it.
Sun Mingyuan said, âOld Qian, if I were you, I would tell your grandson to shut up. No matter how rich your family is, you canât spend money like this.â
The middle-aged man pulled the young man away and said, âElder Sun, weâre here because we believe in Chinese medicine. But can I ask if the young sir can tell what illness my father has?â
Ye Xiaofei threw the tissue into the trash can and said slowly, âYou guys got tested by a Western doctor. He must have liver cancer, and then the cancer cells spread. Heâs already in the late stage of liver cancer, right?â
âNot bad!â The middle-aged man immediately nodded.
âHumph, itâs too easy to know my grandfatherâs illness based on his identity. Besides, he came in later, and that girl went out to pick him up. How could he not know that my grandfather has liver cancer?â
â40 million.â
Ye Xiaofei said lightly.
The middle-aged man glared at his son again and then said to Ye Xiaofei, âThen what if we look at it from the perspective of Chinese medicine?â
âMingyuan, when you were checking him just now, you subconsciously wanted to make a diagnosis because you knew that he had liver cancer. His pulse was irregular, which affected your judgment even more. Remember, next time, you must not be prejudiced. There are many diagnostic and treatment differences between Western and Chinese medicine.â
Sun Mingyuan immediately said respectfully, âYes! What Master taught me was that I was indeed prejudiced just now, but 1 have really never seen such an irregular pulse in my life.â
Ye Xiaofei said, âThis kind of pulse is truly rare, but it is not without traces. You can check his Shanzhong acupoint, and the pulse there will be clear.â
Sun Mingyuan agreed and pressed his finger on the old manâs Shanzhong acupoint. Soon, he said in surprise, â1 found it. So thatâs how it is.â
However, he abruptly frowned and said, âBut in this situation, Iâm afraid that medicinal pills wonât work. Acupuncture might work, but with my ability, itâs still beyond my reach.â
Ye Xiaofei nodded and said, âYouâre indeed a little lacking. However, once youâve truly reached that level, itâll be quite easy. Youâll be able to provide healing in less than five minutes.â
Ye Xiaofei and Sun Mingyuan sounded like they were having a lesson, but it could be understood from the dialogue that this illness could be cured.
âThen please treat him, young sir,â the middle-aged man quickly said.
Ye Xiaofei said, âItâs very simple to treat. Iâll do so right away with 40 million yuan.â
â40 million? Are you robbing us?â The young man shouted again.
Ye Xiaofei said lightly, â1 didnât force you. You donât believe in our Chinese medicine and speak rudely about it. You have to cough out the money today. Otherwiseâ¦. Go ahead!â