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

"How could you be like this!"

Lin Yuqing was both anxious and angry. She grabbed Ye Feng's arm and said, "My dad is in such a state, and you're still thinking about going to the theater?"

"Your dad is doing very well."

Ye Feng stuffed the last of the sunflower seeds into his mouth and slowly straightened up from the pillar.

He patted the pieces off his body.

"After I helped him exhale last night, his heart rhythm will be stable for at least half a month. There's no chance of 'an attack at any time,' and there's no chance of 'not making it through the winter.'"

He walked up to Zhou Muren.

Although he was much shorter than Zhou Muren, his imposing presence intimidated Zhou Muren into silence.

"Director Zhou, I'd like to ask you for some advice."

He tilted his head to look at the other person.

"You said your coronary arteries are severely blocked, how did you diagnose that?"

"Well!"

"You got this from photos taken three months ago!"

Ye Feng poked at the CT scan in Zhou Muren's hand with his finger.

"These films were taken three months ago. You know perfectly well whether the old man's heart was clear or blocked during those three months, right?"

"Or do you think you can just wear those gold-rimmed glasses and see right through someone's clothes and skin and understand their heart?"

"That's right!"

Ye Feng clapped his hands.

It seems like I just heard him say one sentence: "We need angiography, ECG, and blood tests. These are the standard procedures for you Western doctors to diagnose coronary heart disease. Not a single one can be omitted. But when you came, you didn't bring out a single cotton swab or a single instrument from your box. You just held a stethoscope and gestured next to the old man's heart for 30 seconds, and you insisted that he couldn't survive the winter and wanted to cut it off and put on a stent."

Director Zhou, your audacity far exceeds your abilities!

The servants around them looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yes, they haven't even done the most basic check-ups. How do you know they won't make it through the winter? And how come you immediately asked for surgery and listed the cost?

"I am an experienced doctor!"

The pretentious facade of this "city authority" was completely shattered by this country bumpkin's single sentence.

Ye Feng choked him.

"I mean... I mean, based on years of clinical experience! A seasoned doctor can tell 70-80% of it at a glance!"

"Observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation?"

Ye Feng laughed. "Then let me guess, isn't there already a perfectly filled-out surgical consent form in your bag?"

"We're just waiting to scare the old man to death, then strike while the iron is hot and get him to sign the surgical consent form so we can make money."

Zhou Muren's eyes widened suddenly.

The contents of the bag were something he and Zhao Dehai had carefully considered and filled out in advance the night before.

The whole process relies on this one thing: first, scare them to death, then go along with the procedure, and finally, step on it, sign the papers, and collect the money.

How did this kid know?

"You're spouting nonsense!"

He subconsciously hid the briefcase in his hand behind his back.

But this attempt to hide it gave them away!

"Oh dear, you're making baseless accusations," Ye Feng shrugged and turned to look at Old Lin, who hadn't said a word.

"Old man, what do you think? Should we open it and take a look, to clear Director Zhou's name?"

Old Lin squinted and said slowly, "Dehai, why don't you open Director Zhou's bag and take a look?"

"Brother," Zhao Dehai said anxiously, cold sweat beading on his forehead, "don't you trust the people I found? If word gets out, where will Director Zhou put his face?"

"I believe you," Old Lin said calmly. "That's why I had Dehai open his bag in front of everyone to prove that this kid is spouting nonsense. The more unwilling you are to open it, the more I want to know."

Zhao Dehai opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Zhou Muren's face was also deathly pale, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping his briefcase had turned white. He was caught between a rock and a hard place, unsure whether to stay or leave.

Lin Yuqing could no longer hold back. She rushed forward, grabbed the briefcase, and in front of everyone in the room, "rip, rip, rip," unzipped it...

The top image is clearly a "Cardiac Interventional Surgery Informed Consent Form".

The patient's name was written crookedly: Lin Zhenshan.

In the section for surgery fees, a number was written with the ink still wet:

38 million yuan.

The signing date is today.

There was no diagnosis or any examination yet, but the money was already prepared.

"38," Lin Yuqing held up the paper, her anger turning into a cold, icy laugh, like a knife. "Director Zhou, did you come here to treat my father, or to fleece the Lin family?"

Zhou Muren's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He could no longer maintain his composed "senior doctor" demeanor and stumbled backward, saying, "These are formatted documents from my hospital. I just brought them along as spares..."

"You even brought a spare, and filled in my dad's name and 38 yuan?" Lin Yuqing probed cautiously. "Are all the formatted documents at your hospital this thoughtful?"

Zhou Muren bared his teeth and brandished his claws, his face turning a deep purple, unable to even string together a coherent excuse.

Lin Yuqing held the paper, her fingers trembling.

It wasn't that I was scared, it was that I regretted it.

If it weren't for Ye Feng today; if she had truly trusted this "top doctor in the city" and personally signed her name on this paper, the 38 yuan would have been a small matter, but the fact that her father had undergone surgery for nothing would have been a big deal.

In that case, the Lin family will not only lose money, but also owe Zhao Dehai a huge favor. In the future, if her uncle wants to interfere in the company's affairs, what will she use to stop him?

The thought of calculating each step, one after another, made her break out in a cold sweat.

Ye Feng, standing to the side, added with a "tsk tsk," "This kind of trap involves first scaring people senseless with the threat 'they won't survive this winter,' then taking advantage of the family's dazed state to rip them off for a hefty sum. Afterwards, the surgeon and the pimp each pocket the profits. I've been down the mountain for a few days, and I've already seen your scheme in Dongyang City at its third iteration!"

Ye Feng smiled casually at Zhao Dehai, whose face was deathly pale.

"As for how much that pimp relative charges you—ah, Uncle, you decide for yourself?"

Lin Zhenshan leaned back in his chair, not uttering a single word from beginning to end. His eyes, which had seen countless vicissitudes of life, witnessed this moment clearly, from start to finish...

Lin Zhenshan watched as the young man in the vest, without using any instruments, relied solely on his words to unravel and tightly bind a carefully calculated trap layer by layer!

This composure, this unmistakable confidence, was even more astonishing to the old man than his ability to save a life in 10 seconds last night.

Doctors, perhaps there are still a few great ones in the world. But a guy who not only understands medicine and can see through people's hearts, but can also take down a squad of swordsmen with his bare hands—this kid is no ordinary person…

The old man held his teacup, concealing the thoughtfulness welling up in his eyes. The original thought of "giving it a try" gradually sank and turned into something else.

Whether keeping someone like that in my Lin family is a blessing or a curse is hard to say.

But there was one thing he understood clearly: if this person was my friend, it would be a great blessing for the Lin family; if this person was the Lin family's enemy, I'm afraid no one in the entire Dongyang would be able to stand up for him.