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

Zhu Hongsheng's ward.

It was filled with a faint aroma.

The old man lay on the bed, barely breathing, with sunken eye sockets, prominent cheekbones, and a face so dry that only a ring of skin remained. He looked like an oil lamp about to burn out. The monitoring instruments by the bedside kept beeping, and each value exuded the aura of death.

Upon hearing that people from Nirvana Mountain had arrived, Old Man Zhu's blind and lifeless eyes actually managed to blink for a moment.

"You, you're that miracle doctor's apprentice?" He propped himself up on his arms, trembling as he tried to sit up.

"Don't move!" Ye Feng rushed to the bedside and sat down. "Just lie down."

He extended three fingers and placed them on the old man's withered wrist.

A surge of true energy entered and traveled along the old man's dry meridians.

Ye Feng's brows furrowed at first, then gradually relaxed, and he understood what was going on.

With his life force exhausted, his internal organs depleted, and his qi and blood deficient, he was truly nearing his end! What was remarkable was that the old man still had a trace of medicinal fragrance left behind by his master. It was this wisp of medicinal power that, like a hand reaching out when the wind blows out a candle flame, extended the old man's life by 10 years.

Master is truly amazing!!

"How is it?" Zhu Wanqing looked at Ye Feng, her hands tightly gripping her skirt, leaving white marks on the back of her hands.

She was stubborn as she was, but when she actually stood in front of her grandfather, all the pride that Miss Zhu had was long gone, and she was now filled with tension and hope.

"Alright!" Ye Feng withdrew his arm. "The old man's health has been improved by my master's medicine before, making him much stronger than a typical person who's just exhausted. I'll use my true qi to nourish his failing internal organs, then gather his waning vital energy back together, and finally prescribe some medicine to slowly regulate his condition. At most three to five years, at least two to three years, he'll definitely be able to live!"

Zhu Wanqing's eyes welled up with tears, but she restrained herself, her lingering doubts still weighing on her: "You...you can do it? You're not here to deceive the Zhu family. You're not the only miracle doctor claiming to cure Grandpa over the years!"

"Believe it or not, just watch." Ye Feng wasn't angry. He straightened his sleeves, took out a piece of soft cloth, and unfolded it layer by layer to reveal several needles inside.

Each needle was as thin as a cow's hair, emitting a faint glow. It was secretly slipped into his bag by his beloved younger sister on the day he descended the mountain. Each needle was poisoned with a special secret medicine, making it the best acupuncture tool. Back then, his sixth sister cried and told him that it was too dangerous down the mountain, and that he should take this thing to protect himself and save his life.

"seeing is believing!"

The silver needles fell, precisely piercing several acupoints on Zhu Hongsheng's body—Shanzhong, Guanyuan, Zusanli, and Neiguan.

With a slight movement of his fingers, Ye Feng sent streams of warm true energy along the silver needles into the old man's body.

This move looks effortless, but it is actually extremely dangerous.

Zhu Hongsheng's body was like an oil lamp about to burn out, with its meridians as thin as silk threads. If too much true energy was transferred through the meridians, it would shatter the little true energy he had left. If the transfer was too slow, he would not be able to stop the wisp of true energy that was about to disappear.

The difference in these subtleties is like heaven and earth.

Ordinary quack doctors wouldn't even dare to touch acupuncture, let alone give it to a doctor.

However, Ye Feng remained calm. His true energy swirled around the needle tip, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, eventually merging with the old man's dying pulse.

But in a moment, a miracle occurred!

Zhu Hongsheng's face turned from sallow to red.

The faint, irregular breathing gradually became regular, and then slowly grew stronger.

Meanwhile, all the frantic, alarming data on the bedside monitor gradually began to stabilize.

Standing next to him was a doctor privately hired by Zhu Hongsheng, an old man with gray hair, surnamed Sun.

I've been treating Old Man Zhu for five years, watching helplessly as he deteriorates day by day, unable to do anything but keep him afloat with herbal remedies. But now, a young man in a vest and slippers, after a few acupuncture treatments, has miraculously brought a man lying in bed awaiting death back to life.

"What kind of acupuncture technique is this?!" Old Sun was shocked and ran over, staring intently at the several spots where the needles had been inserted. "The Qi follows the needle, and the needle guides the Qi! I've been a doctor for 40 years, and I've never heard of such an acupuncture technique before."

Without turning his head, Ye Feng was performing acupuncture: "Of course you wouldn't know."

It took a full incense stick's time before Ye Feng slowly removed the needle.

The old man is sleeping soundly now, his breathing is even and comfortable, the smoothest he hasn't been in the past six months.

Zhu Wanqing looked at her grandfather, who was sleeping soundly and whose complexion had visibly improved, and then turned to look at Ye Feng, who had just finished his acupuncture and seemed completely unconcerned, as if he had done something trivial.

Her eyes, now devoid of arrogance, were filled with shock, panic, and something she herself didn't even know she was looking for.

Having lived for over 20 years, she considered herself to have seen a great deal of the world. Every doctor the Zhu family invited to treat her grandfather was a renowned physician or an expert who had returned from abroad.

These people were well-dressed and eloquent, spouting a string of medical jargon, but they were helpless to cure Grandpa's illness. They could only keep him alive with medication, watching helplessly as the old man deteriorated day by day.

She felt she had no choice but to accept her fate. Her grandfather's life was going to be slowly worn away like this.

But now this unsophisticated kid in a vest and slippers has improved Grandpa's complexion so much with just a few needles and the time it takes to burn an incense stick—it's something I've never seen before.

How could this happen?

But then... right in front of her!

"Thanks……"

He opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say "Thank you!"

Turning her face away, she deliberately made up an excuse to hide her embarrassed expression and her wavering understanding.

She couldn't quite believe it yet. What if... what if it was just a temporary resurgence? What if it was just a trick by this kid?

But that heart, that scale, has already begun to tip little by little toward the other side, silently...

However, the old man Sun, the private doctor who had lived with Zhu Hongsheng for decades, kept changing his expression after glancing at Zhu Hongsheng.

Old Sun walked shakily to Zhu Hongsheng, put his hand on Zhu Hongsheng's hand, and examined Zhu Hongsheng's eyes and face, which were becoming increasingly pale.

"The pulse... has stabilized?" Old Sun muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief. The pulse, which was originally as thin as a thread and could break at any moment, had actually stabilized and even showed a trace of life. This was impossible and illogical!

In the more than forty years since then, Old Man Sun had never seen such a miraculous acupuncture technique.

Raising his eyelids to look at Ye Feng, the scholarly air was gone, replaced only by surprise!

However, Ye Feng didn't even glance at him, but put away the silver needles and said nothing more.

Old Sun opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but the words caught in his throat by an almost awe-inspiring feeling. His lifelong professional arrogance, at this moment, was pierced and riddled with holes by a few tiny silver needles.

This is especially true as it is almost the biggest blow to one's career.

Not to mention now, even decades from now, he will feel ashamed and uneasy about this for the rest of his life.

This was especially true after he developed a deep sense of awe for the profession!

That's why his eyes were so complex, so terrifyingly complex.

Ye Feng smiled and said calmly, "It's nothing."

Dr. Sun stared at Ye Feng with wide eyes, as if he had just swallowed a fart.