A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

The next morning, a black Audi drove into the Lin family's gate.

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and carrying a briefcase stepped out of the car. He was dressed in a suit and tie, his shoes were shiny, and his hair was neatly combed and slicked back, exuding the air of an expert. As he got out of the car, he even straightened his tie and strolled leisurely into the door, looking every bit like a high-ranking official on an incognito visit.

That's right, it was Director Zhou, Zhou Muren, whom Zhao Dehai found.

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

As soon as Zhou Muren got out of the car, he shook hands with Zhao Dehai warmly. They shook their hands together, so intimately, that they held on for a long time until their hands ached, but they still wouldn't let go.

Ye Feng was eating sunflower seeds by a pillar in the lobby when he noticed something fishy as soon as he lifted his eyelids.

They know each other very well!

They're incredibly familiar with each other! It's like a doctor and a patient's family meeting for the first time, or like veteran actors playing longtime rivals. You wouldn't see a regular doctor being this familiar when making house calls at home; they're practically family.

"Director Zhou is a national expert in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases; major hospitals in Beijing frequently invite him for consultations!"

Zhao Dehai led the person inside and raised his voice so everyone in the room could hear, as if afraid someone wouldn't know who the person was. "I specially invited this person here today to give my brother a full checkup. Yuqing, you should also come and listen, to broaden your horizons, so you won't be fooled by those quacks and delay your father's treatment!"

Although he was speaking to Lin Yuqing, every word he uttered was actually aimed at Ye Feng, who was standing next to the pillar watching the drama unfold.

Lin Yuqing's face darkened, but she didn't say anything and just watched. She thought of Ye Feng's words last night, which seemed very interesting, so she suppressed her anger. If you're going to watch a show, watch it carefully. She wanted to see how this show would go.

Zhou Muren, putting on a professional yet amiable demeanor, approached Lin Zhenshan and first carefully measured his blood pressure. Then, he took out a stethoscope and placed it on Lin Zhenshan's chest, listening for a long time. He would occasionally hum or frown, looking just like a traditional Chinese medicine doctor treating patients.

He listened very slowly and meticulously, moving the stethoscope to three different positions on Lin Zhenshan's left chest, spending a long time at each spot, as if he had actually discerned something.

Finally, he picked up the X-rays taken at the hospital, examined them under a light, and his brows furrowed more and more. He pointed to a spot on the X-ray, shook his head heavily, sighed, and looked very somber, as if he were being sentenced.

"Mr. Lin, this is... not good."

He touched his gold-rimmed glasses and said in a deep voice, "The coronary arteries are severely blocked. This scan clearly shows that the calcification on the vessel walls is very severe and could recur at any time. I recommend immediate hospitalization for coronary stent surgery, otherwise..."

He paused deliberately, then hesitated to say something more, glancing back and forth across Lin Yuqing's pale face, watching as every nerve in her body twitched.

He has said this countless times, first throwing out a daunting term, then posing an open question of "otherwise" to provoke people, specifically to deal with overly concerned wealthy individuals.

"What else can we do?" Lin Yuqing's heart started pounding involuntarily.

"Otherwise," Zhou Muren lowered his voice, uttering each word slowly and deliberately, each word like a heavy hammer blow, "I'm afraid... we won't survive this winter."

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Yuqing's face turned pale with a "slap".

Last night, the scene of her father clutching his chest and falling straight down was still vivid in her mind. Now, she was frightened by this authority from the city. The strength she had just managed to put on collapsed in an instant. She wasn't a medical professional. How could she distinguish between real and fake when the person brought out a bunch of professional terms like X-rays and calcifications?

Lin Yuqing's aunt was also nearby. A glance at Lin Yuqing's expression immediately brought tears to her eyes. Her sob was perfectly timed, half-serious, half-fake: "Brother, you can't delay! Yuqing, listen to Director Zhou, go get the surgery right away! He's one of the city's top experts, you can't even get him to come. Every day you delay is a matter of life and death! Yuqing, don't hesitate now! A second of hesitation could cost your father's life! If something goes wrong, how will I face your deceased mother…?"

One sang, one helped; one was responsible for scaring, one for praising. Their teamwork was seamless, leaving Lin Yuqing caught in the middle, pushed and shoved, completely bewildered. This was the script they had discussed the night before. Taking advantage of Lin Zhenshan's illness and Lin Yuqing's panic, they quickly got her into the operating room, signed the papers, and it was done.

Lin Yuqing was overwhelmed by the barrage of words, her mind went blank, and she subconsciously looked at Ye Feng by the pillar for help.

Ye Feng was still there, leisurely spitting out sunflower seeds, spitting out the shells one by one, as if the life-and-death drama in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Why are you looking at me?" He turned back to look at Lin Yuqing, slowly spitting out a sunflower seed shell, and pursed his lips. "Watching a movie, it's pretty good, but your director forgot a few lines of his script."

Zhou Muren's expression changed, his eyes flashed, "What did you say?"

"I said your acting is over the top!" Ye Feng put the remaining melon seeds on the coffee table, clapped his hands, and walked over from the pillar at a leisurely pace.

His movement immediately drew all eyes to him.

His aunt's sobs were choked back, and Zhao Dehai's steps involuntarily froze.

"Director Zhou, I'd like to speak," Ye Feng walked up to Lin Zhenshan, turning to look at the "authority figure," his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable air of certainty, "For coronary artery blockage, we need coronary angiography; for the grade of vascular calcification, we need a CT scan. What are the latest results for both?"

Zhou Muren stiffened his neck, "I...I am..."

"You think I know everything just by listening and looking, based on decades of clinical experience?" Ye Feng interrupted with a sneer. "Oh, you really have some serious skills! Do you think I don't know that in today's medical world, you can decide a person's life or death with just a stethoscope and a few minutes of listening? What are all those big machines in the city's largest hospitals doing?"

Zhou Muren was somewhat incoherent from the barrage of questions, and a light sweat broke out on his forehead.

The onlookers whispered among themselves, and the little brace that had just been intimidated by Zhou Muren's "authority" was loosened a bit more.

Yes, I came to see a doctor, but why don't you have the latest medical records? Are you just going to look at my mouth?

Lin Yuqing's chaotic mind gradually cleared up as Ye Feng's voice rang out. Her eyes were fixed on Ye Feng, as if she had grasped a lifeline.

"Stop throwing a tantrum here!" Zhou Muren tried to calm himself down, but it didn't seem to have much effect. "I've been practicing medicine for 30 years. Do you think I'm inferior to a clueless kid like you? You can't risk Mr. Lin's life like this!"

"I can't accept that." Ye Feng shook his head, then a strange smile appeared on his lips as he approached the other person. "But what about you, Director Zhou? Did you come here today with a plan?"

"What did you say?"

"What did I say?" Ye Feng stared intently at Zhou Muren, his hand gripping his black briefcase tightly, refusing to let go.

You'll find out in a moment.