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The private intensive care unit in the Jiang family mansion was bitterly cold, its chill penetrating to the bone and icy against the skin.

The medical equipment emitted sharp, urgent alarms, piercing the deathly silence again and again.

"Beep beep beep—!!"

Beep beep beep—!

Beep beep beep—!

The bright red warning lights flashed wildly, casting alternating shadows on the stark white wall.

Each flash tightened everyone's heartstrings, filling the entire room with a suffocating feeling.

Jiang Zhenxiong lay quietly on the hospital bed, his face ashen and pale as paper, his breath weak and intermittent.

Each breath felt like it drained the last bit of life from his body; his chest felt so light he could barely feel it, and he was on the verge of death.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Xia Zhiwei took off her mask and gently shook her head at Jiang Qingtian beside her, her eyes revealing a deep sense of powerlessness.

Jiang Qingtian's body trembled slightly. He closed his eyes, his voice tense and trembling:

"Dr. Xia, you... have absolutely no other options?"

Xia Zhiwei sighed and spoke softly:

"I've done everything I can, but there's nothing I can do. The old man has at most thirty minutes left."

Just when everyone thought the old man was about to die.

Jiang Zhenxiong, who was originally exhausted and barely breathing, suddenly stabilized his breathing, and his cloudy and dim eyes instantly lit up with a divine light.

He slowly opened his eyelids, and his energy and spirit visibly returned.

His voice was hoarse, yet surprisingly clear and powerful.

"Qingtian, there's no need... to trouble yourself any further. I know my own body... I know what's going on."

He slowly turned his neck, his gaze falling on his little granddaughter Jiang Xingwan beside him.

His cloudy eyes softened instantly, revealing a deep-seated longing.

"Xingwan... my little darling."

A withered, trembling hand gently landed on the girl's head, the voice extremely tender:

"From now on... Grandpa can't... play with you anymore. You have to listen to... Mom and Dad. Okay?"

Jiang Xingwan immediately gripped his cold, dry fingers tightly, her small hand completely enveloping him.

Tears streamed down her face, staining the sheets with dark, damp patches. Her body trembled and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Grandpa, don't go... I don't want Grandpa to go... I want Grandpa to stay with me as I grow up... Waaah..."

Jiang Zhenxiong felt a sharp pain in his chest, his brows furrowed, and he forced a weak smile through the pain.

"Silly girl, everyone dies eventually... so try to accept it..."

He looked at Jiang Qingtian, his expression suddenly darkening:

"Qingtian, prepare one million for every doctor who makes house calls..."

Thank you for their dedicated treatment, and may they... depart.

Stop making things pointlessly...

Jiang Qilin's eyes were red and swollen, and he rushed to the bedside, crying out in despair:

"Grandpa! Grandpa! You can't give up!"

The old man's eyes were still clear, and he softly gave his instructions:

"Qilin...you're too sinister and ruthless...you need to change..."

Jiang Qilin's throat tightened, and he quickly responded:

"Okay, I understand, Grandpa, please don't say anything..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light in Jiang Zhenxiong's eyes vanished instantly, his energy completely dissipated, and his complexion, which had just begun to recover, collapsed in an instant, returning him to a state of near death.

Jiang Qilin turned to look at the group of renowned doctors, his eyes bloodshot as he roared:

"Gentlemen, you are all top doctors in the country. Is this all you are capable of?"

"Can't we think of another way?"

A group of relatives gathered around, all shedding tears and choking back sobs.

Jiang Zhenxiong gently shook his head, slowly closed his eyes, and said nothing more.

Only faint, intermittent breathing remained, and it could stop completely at any moment.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Jiang Qingtian looked utterly defeated, his eyes bloodshot, and he scanned the doctors present, asking in a deep voice:

"The Qilin must not be disrespectful."

Folks, is there really no chance of things turning around?

"The Jiang family is willing to give everything to save my father."

All the renowned doctors shook their heads, their faces showing difficulty, and they all turned their heads away to avoid eye contact, with no one responding.

The ward was deathly silent, save for the ticking of the medical equipment, each sound grinding against everyone's nerves.

"Tick-tock—!!"

Tick-tock—!

Tick-tock—!

Just as Jiang Qingtian was completely plunged into despair and all his strength was drained away.

Butler Chen Pu rushed into the ward, his steps hurried yet his manners impeccable, bowing anxiously to report:

"Master! We've found it! Lu Xuan's identity and whereabouts have been completely ascertained!"

Jiang Qingtian's body jolted violently, like a drowning man grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, and he stepped forward to tightly grip the other person's arm:

"Speak quickly! Who is he? Where is he?"

Chen Pu spoke with a steady pace and every sentence was firm:

"Master, he used to live in an old residential building, but now he lives in the Xie Shi Lou Ting villa area."

My father is a security guard in the residential community, my mother is a cleaner in the community, and I am the project leader of Zhiqun Technology. I am currently 29 years old, and recently, for some reason, a younger sister has appeared in my family.

He is currently enjoying tea with a friend at the Xinyue Tea Pavilion.

Jiang Qilin immediately stepped forward to stop him, his face full of disdain and rejection, and stood in front of Jiang Qingtian, speaking sternly:

"What? You came from a security guard or cleaning job?"

Not coming from a family of doctors, how could such a person have any medical skills?

Grandpa absolutely cannot allow someone of such low status to treat him!

Renowned physician Li Xuanhu stroked his white beard, his face full of disdain as he gave a disdainful sneer:

"Lu Xuan? Never heard of him."

Where did this greenhorn come from, daring to treat Elder Jiang?

I have been practicing medicine for over fifty years and I have no way to save him. There is no way he could possibly save Mr. Jiang.

"Please, Patriarch Jiang, stop daydreaming."

Renowned doctors in the surrounding area echoed his sentiments, while disdain and ridicule arose one after another:

"Yes, a disease that even a group of nationally renowned doctors couldn't cure, how could this unorthodox method possibly cure? Impossible!!"

"Even in desperation, one should not be swayed by any remedy. The Jiang family is the most powerful and wealthy family in Jiangling; how can we so easily trust this country bumpkin!"

"It's better to give up on treatment altogether than to let him treat you!"

"Even if he has some skill, he is too young, not even thirty years old, and his medical foundation is shallow, far inferior to ours."

Xia Zhiwei felt a chill run down her spine. She took half a step forward, her clear voice icy as she spoke:

"Have you all not heard of the medical miracle that happened in the city? Or are you just pretending to be ignorant?"

The Xie family patriarch was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and all the renowned doctors in the city were helpless. In the end, it was Mr. Lu who saved his life.

Li Xuanhu stroked his white beard, his expression disdainful:

"I have my doubts about this matter. I heard that it was my old friend, the great master Huayang, who came to my rescue."

A group of renowned doctors immediately echoed this sentiment:

"That's right! It must have been the miraculous doctor Huayang who saved him!"

Xia Zhiwei's eyes were indifferent as she said indifferently:

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Her gaze swept coldly across the room, her tone dripping with biting sarcasm:

"You think he's too young, but I'm not even thirty yet."

Of all those present, who dares to claim that their medical skills are superior to mine?

The crowd's faces flushed red and pale, their expressions awkward and embarrassed, and they quickly tried to smooth things over in hushed tones.

"Dr. Xia is different. You are a medical prodigy who comes only once in a century. Moreover, you come from a good family and have been guided by famous teachers since childhood, which is why you are so outstanding at such a young age."

"But he's just the son of a security guard and a cleaner, from a very ordinary family, and he's never had any formal medical experience before. How could he possibly have achieved such high medical accomplishments?"

"Exactly, exactly, that makes sense!"

Jiang Qingtian looked at his dying father, then at his trembling daughter who was crying uncontrollably, gritted his teeth, and roared in a deep voice:

"Enough! I invited you here to treat my father's illness, not to complain!"

If you can't cure it, shut up! What's the use of saying such empty words!

He turned to the butler, Chen Pu, and loudly gave the order:

"Prepare the car! I'll personally go to the Xinyue Tea House and invite Physician Lu Xuan! Even if I have to kneel, I will get him here!"

Ten minutes later, outside the Xinyue Tea Pavilion.

A whole row of Rolls-Royce Phantoms stood in neat rows, exuding an imposing aura.

All the car lights came on, the powerful CD player dispelled the darkness, and the entire street was as bright as day.

Passersby gathered around, pressing their feet to get a better look, their expressions filled with shock and discussion.

"My goodness, so many top-of-the-line Rolls-Royces! Who is this important person who has graced us with their presence?"

"Look, that license plate is Jiang A·00001. Only those in power within the Jiang family are qualified to use it!"

"The Jiang family's every move shakes the entire city, so what's their patriarch doing in such a small place?"