Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

As the evening glow completely disappeared behind the western mountains, Jiangzhou City lit up with a continuous stretch of neon lights.

A spacious black Mercedes-Benz G-Class sped along the ring road.

Soft, soothing music played in the car, yet the atmosphere felt somewhat subtle.

Fatty Wang held the steering wheel with one hand and rested the other on the window sill.

He glanced at the Song family's nanny van closely following behind in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but let his lips curl into a wild smile.

"I'm talking about Brother Biao."

The fat man, speaking into his Bluetooth headset, jokingly mocked the head of the bodyguards in the car behind him in a condescending tone.

"Why were your legs shaking like a leaf in the courtyard in Xishan just now? Even a master of internal martial arts isn't very stable. I'll take you to Shengshi Huangchao for a massage another day to properly unblock your meridians."

A rough voice, tinged with suppressed awe and embarrassment, came from the other end of the earpiece:

"Brother Wang, you flatter me. Master Lin's extraordinary skills have long transcended the realm of ordinary martial arts. I, A Biao, have truly broadened my horizons today. From now on, in Jiangzhou City, if Brother Wang needs anything, the Song family's security department will be at your beck and call."

At this moment, Ah Biao already regarded Lin Ye and his group as gods.

They even used a respectful title for Wang Pangzi, the driver.

"Of course, of course!"

The fat man's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he grinned from ear to ear.

In the passenger seat, Lin Ye closed his eyes to rest.

After continuously breaking through formations and using pure Yang talismans, his meridians were now empty, and his temples were throbbing with pain.

A cool, soft hand reached out from the back row, its fingertips carrying a refreshing fragrance of red spider lilies, and touched Lin Ye's forehead.

Leng Yue leaned out slightly.

She didn't speak, but gently massaged Lin Ye's temples with her slender index and middle fingers.

A gentle, extremely yin energy flowed into the acupoints, like a clear, sweet spring, gradually soothing Lin Ye's weary soul.

The two didn't exchange many words; their tacit understanding flowed through the cramped carriage, exuding a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.

Froststar sat on the other side of the back row, hugging her knees, watching her sister massage Lin Ye with longing eyes.

She puffed out her cheeks and muttered under her breath, "My sister stole the spotlight again. I could have easily cooled things down for my brother-in-law too..."

Lin Ye opened his eyes, patted Leng Yue's hand to indicate that he was feeling much better, then turned to look at the little girl and smiled:

"If that bit of ghostly chill from you gets into my brain, I'll have to make an appointment with a neurologist tomorrow. Sit still, we're at the hospital soon."

Half an hour later, the convoy slowly drove into the top-tier "Harmony Family" private hospital in Jiangzhou.

This hospital is expensive and heavily guarded; all the residents are from Jiangzhou's wealthy and influential class.

The Song family booked the entire VIP intensive care unit on the top floor.

Song Zhenguo walked at the front, leaning on a golden nanmu cane, while A Biao and his men stood on both sides to clear the way.

As soon as Lin Ye and his group stepped out of the elevator, a pungent smell of disinfectant hit them.

The corridor on this floor was empty, and the temperature was noticeably seven or eight degrees lower than downstairs.

The light occasionally emitted a buzzing sound due to unstable voltage.

Lin Ye's gaze swept over the several surveillance cameras at the end of the corridor, and his brows furrowed slightly.

With his current ability to observe qi, he could tell at a glance that a thin layer of dark gray resentment permeated the top of the entire corridor.

This airflow is steadily converging towards the special care ward at the far end of the corridor.

"Mr. Song!"

Just as everyone was about to head towards the ward, a young doctor wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses quickly came to greet them.

The doctor was in his early thirties, with his hair neatly combed, and his name tag read: "Director of Neurosurgery, MD, Zhang Jingtian".

"Director Zhang, how is Ruobing doing?"

Song Zhenguo stopped in his tracks, his voice filled with anxiety.

Zhang Jingtian glanced at Song Zhenguo, then looked past the old man and landed on Lin Ye and the other two behind him.

When he saw Leng Yue's stunningly beautiful face and her icy demeanor, a flash of amazement and greed crossed his eyes.

Then, when he saw Leng Yue walking side by side with Lin Ye, his eyes instantly turned hostile and disdainful.

"Mr. Song, Miss Song's vital signs are continuing to decline. We have arranged the latest EEG intervention treatment."

Zhang Jingtian pushed up his glasses and adopted the air of an authoritative expert.

"But I must remind you, medicine is a rigorous science. You just instructed the nurses to remove those life support devices, saying you were waiting for some feng shui master to perform a ritual. That's utter nonsense!"

He pointed at Lin Ye, his tone stern:

"This kid, barely out of his teens, bringing two women dressed like this to the ward? Old Song, you're grasping at straws, playing with Miss Song's life!"

Song Zhenguo's face darkened, and he slammed his golden nanmu cane heavily on the tiled floor with a dull thud.

"Zhang Jingtian! When did it become your place to interfere in my actions? Master Lin is a highly accomplished master; if you dare to utter another word of arrogance, get out of this hospital immediately!"

Song Zhenguo was truly enraged.

He had personally witnessed Lin Ye's divine power in suppressing the evil spirits of the earth in Xishan.

If you offend this man, his granddaughter is truly doomed.

Zhang Jingtian was reprimanded in public, his face turning pale and then red.

Relying on his status as a returned overseas PhD, he was used to being fawned over by all sorts of wealthy people, and at this moment he was filled with resentment.

"Mr. Song, I'm doing this for Miss Song's sake! What can these charlatans do besides pretending to be gods and ghosts?"

Just as Zhang Jingtian was rambling on, a faint light flashed on Lin Ye's retina.

"Ding! My Lord, please be respectful. System notification: A classic anti-intellectual supporting character has been detected. The medical doctor is attempting to overthrow your metaphysical authority with materialism."

"Please make a choice within three minutes and give this quack doctor a little shock!"

Option A: A shrewish woman's tirade—roll up her sleeves and hurl insults at her ancestors for eighteen generations in the Jiangzhou dialect.

[Reward: 100 points in colloquial vocabulary. Consequence: Completely shattered sophistication; Song Zhenguo might suspect he'd hired a thug.]

Option B: Violent solution – Have Ah Biao go up and slap him twice across the face to demonstrate the power of capital.

[Reward: Satisfaction +10. Consequence: This is credited to the bodyguard, failing to showcase your professionalism and potentially attracting police reports and disputes.]

[Option C: Determining Fate Through Qi – Using metaphysical and feng shui techniques, publicly revealing his recent strange and hidden illness, using magic to defeat magic!]

Reward: 200 official points, and the title "Infallible Prediction," which will impress everyone present.

A playful, cold smile curled at the corner of Lin Ye's lips.

These arrogant intellectuals are most afraid of their proud scientific system being crushed by unknown forces.

I choose C.

With a slight thought, Lin Ye put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked up to Zhang Jingtian.

The two were less than half a meter apart. Lin Ye's eyes flashed like lightning as he sized up Zhang Jingtian.

At this moment, Fatty Wang leaned close to Lin Ye's ear and whispered:

"Yezi, I think I've seen this guy surnamed Zhang on the financial news. He's supposedly a young talent poached from Heidelberg University in Germany with a high salary, and several private hospitals in Jiangzhou are vying for him. Go easy on him later, don't scare him too much, we can't afford to pay for it."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye glanced at the fat man and said, "Heidelberg University? That's perfect."

"Today I'll make him understand a principle: he studied medicine in the West for over a decade, but the diseases he couldn't cure were already written on silk by my ancestor three thousand years ago."