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

Ye Feng would give Zhu Hongsheng acupuncture several times a few days to warm his internal organs.

So in the following days, Ye Feng frequently appeared at the Zhu family's residence.

This was quite a spectacle for the Zhu family, making them green with envy.

Zhu Hongsheng was a privately hired imperial physician. His surname was Sun, and his ancestral home was a family of doctors. He was a veteran doctor with forty years of experience and was considered a senior figure in Beicheng.

On the first day, Old Man Sun was stunned by Ye Feng's acupuncture skills and couldn't say a word! But on the second day, he couldn't help but start showing off his sourness, the mutual disdain among scholars and the jealousy among peers.

That day, Ye Feng had just finished giving the old man acupuncture.

Old Sun stroked his beard and strode over. "Young man, your acupuncture technique does have some merit!"

"However," he changed the subject, "in my opinion, it's a bit too domineering."

"The old man is getting on in years, his meridians are fragile, and his qi and blood are deficient. If you force-feed him with this, it might have a quick effect in the short term. But the old man is so old, his meridians are weak, and his qi and blood are deficient. If you use such a forceful stimulation—alas, I'm afraid it will be like pulling up seedlings to help them grow, treating the symptoms but not the root cause, and it will only make things worse sooner or later!"

On the surface, his advice was well-intentioned, but in reality, he was stepping on each and every one of them.

They're clearly stepping on it from below, but it looks like they're praising it from above.

On the surface, it seemed like colleagues were reminding each other, but in reality, they were trying to put Ye Feng in a bad light. They were saying he didn't understand medical principles, was a country bumpkin, and only relied on brute force and internal energy to intimidate people. They argued that this wasn't a sustainable approach and would eventually do more harm than good to the old man!

Zhu Wanqing's face paled, and she wanted to speak up for Ye Feng, but Ye Feng just smiled first.

"Elder Sun is absolutely right!"

Old Sun's hand, which was stroking his beard, froze for a moment.

This kid will probably get angry or argue irrationally.

But to his surprise, the kid actually admitted he was wrong! This made him feel a little awkward!

"Yes, I admit that warming the internal organs with true qi is indeed quite domineering." Ye Feng changed the subject and slowly said, "But Senior Sun, you come from a family of doctors with forty years of experience in medicine, so I'd like to ask, why are the old man's internal organs so fragile that it takes a 'domineering' approach to stabilize them?"

"Yes... I've reached the age where I'm just past my prime," Old Sun said, stroking his beard.

"Not entirely." Ye Feng shook his head. "It's because the old man's internal organs are so fragile that he needs to be treated with harsh methods, because part of it... was damaged by people, by people, through the act of feeding him drugs!"

"What are you talking about?" Old Man Sun's face darkened.

"I'm asking you!" Ye Feng said calmly, pointing a finger. "In the herbal medicine you've prescribed for the old man over the past five years, have you frequently used strong, warming tonics like ginseng, deer antler, aconite, and cinnamon? And have you been increasing the dosage year after year?!"

Old Man Sun's pupils suddenly contracted!

That's the kind of prescription he wrote.

The old man was weak, and what is deficient should be nourished—this is a principle that doctors understand best. So, out of kindness, he specifically chose the best and most nourishing ingredients to add!

"The old man is suffering from a terminal illness, like a dying lamp with its life force fading!"

Ye Feng's words grew increasingly harsh, each one striking a chord deep within people's hearts.

"But he is 'too weak to be nourished,' suffering from a deficiency of both yin and yang, and a severe depletion of vital energy—a condition known as 'too weak to be nourished'!"

"In this kind of illness, the internal organs are like a pot that's almost empty. Instead of adding water to nourish it, you're using strong, warming, and tonifying medicines as firewood, piling them up one after another. When you put them in the pot to heat it up, all the things that can't be nourished or dissolved accumulate in the internal organs, causing stagnation and fire, burning away the old man's already dwindling vital energy!"

"What kind of doctor are you, treating patients?"

Ye Feng glared at him, his eyes as sharp as knives.

"You're taking your sincere heart and jumping into the old man's fire pit yourself!"

"The old man's rapid decline over two years was 50% due to fate, and the other 50% was caused by the tonics from your '40-year-old family of doctors,' which burned him to death!"

The room was deathly silent. Dr. Sun opened his mouth, his white beard moving up and down, and the color drained from his face. He couldn't utter a single word.

He had his doubts: the old man was taking the best medicine, so why was he getting weaker and weaker?

But he never dared to doubt it, only believing that the illness was too severe and there was no way to save it.

"For this kind of condition where the body cannot tolerate tonics, we need to clear the path first before administering the tonics."

Ye Feng didn't stop talking. Instead, he patiently explained to him, "The stagnant heat in the internal organs needs to be gently drawn out with mild remedies. Then, use bland foods to protect the weak vital energy and nourish it for ten to fifteen days so that the spleen and stomach can absorb it. Then, slowly replenish it. This is the principle of 'tonifying the mother when the body is deficient.' Only with a foundation to receive the tonifying treatment can you take supplements. Who would throw firewood directly into a pot with a strainer? That's called filling it up."

"I...I really have never..."

Dr. Sun muttered to himself, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

These few sentences seem simple, but in fact, every word hits the core of medical skills. He has been a doctor for forty years and knows the principle of clearing the obstruction before supplementing. However, when faced with a wealthy man like Zhu Hongsheng, he seeks stability and avoids slowness, piling on expensive medicinal materials and even forgetting this most basic rule.

Now, Ye Feng is peeling back the layers of his self-deception right in front of him.

After a long while, the old man, who had been a doctor for over forty years, staggered back half a step, grabbed the wall, and the pride, anger, and petty disdain between scholars on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a deep and heavy sigh.

There was no excuse, nor was there anger.

He simply bowed slowly to Ye Feng.

My back almost bent over.

"I was too stubborn... I almost ruined my master's life," he said, his voice hoarse, each word requiring great effort.

"Your junior is truly admirable; I have learned a great deal from you."

A single bow is better than arguing, better than lying, better than being angry and ashamed.

Ye Feng didn't press the matter further. He reached out and gently helped him up, saying, "Oh, Mr. Sun, you're mistaken. You've taken good care of the old man these past few years, and you've done a lot. Go back and bring me these prescriptions. Think carefully about those four words, 'the body cannot tolerate nourishment.' A doctor's skills are ever-changing. One must learn until old age. Let's encourage each other!"

"Let's encourage each other, let's encourage each other..." Dr. Sun nodded repeatedly, glancing at Ye Feng. His gaze towards Ye Feng was completely different from before, no longer showing any disdain, but only extreme admiration.

Zhu Wanqing stood firmly to the side, watching from beginning to end. Seeing that Dr. Sun, who was usually aloof and whom she would politely address as "Old Man Sun," actually admitted his mistake to a young man from the countryside and asked him for advice on how to treat the illness, a glint of light flashed in her eyes.

「难道说之前我凭白的以为他是一个骗子？而且还是那种招摇撞骗的骗子呢？为什幺之前我还会让他被保安揍个半死然后赶出门，可就算如此她心底那份小小的执拗还没有放下，医术精湛可以，但是那虚幻无比的婚约，她将来要嫁给谁，这一切却绝对不容许因为一个救人救命就能让她放手，因为她祝婉清的一生不会就此便宜了这个家伙。」祝婉清暗想。