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

After Lin Zhenshan recovered, to express his gratitude and also to broaden Ye Feng's horizons, he hosted a dinner for top medical and business figures in Dongyang.

The most famous villa in Dongyang, "Luming Villa", attracted many wealthy and powerful people, including some well-known doctors and experts in the medical field!

Lin Yuqing was also among them, wearing a white long dress that made her look very elegant. Standing next to her father, she attracted a lot of attention. Ye Feng, on the other hand, was as nonchalant as ever, standing at the back with his hands behind his head, clearly not interested in drinking anything, his mind was more on the table of snacks in the corner.

Of course, some acquaintances asked about Ye Feng's father, Lin Zhenshan, and said he was President Lin's bodyguard.

Upon seeing the bodyguards Lin Zhenshan brought, those people all revealed a contemptuous look in their eyes.

"Mr. Lin, why did you bring your bodyguards to a place like this?"

A doctor surnamed Wu stroked his beard and said with a mocking expression, "This is a place for medicine and business. It's fine if a grown man who wields knives and sticks doesn't understand, lest he make a fool of himself here."

Lin Zhenshan smiled and ignored the famous doctor Wu.

By this time, he had a clear understanding of Ye Feng's personality and didn't take the matter seriously.

Ye Feng didn't care about anything else and just went to eat the osmanthus cake by himself.

The doctor surnamed Wu looked at Ye Feng with boredom, and finally couldn't help but sneer, "A bunch of undisciplined bumpkins!"

Who knew that this disdainful remark would, half an hour later, result in a slap across the face...

The banquet was halfway through when an accident suddenly occurred.

An elderly man with gray hair, who looked to be in good health, was sitting in the main seat, holding a glass of water and chatting with others.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and the water in his hand spilled on him. Then, a "uh-uh" sound came from his throat, as if something had grabbed his throat. One hand clutched his throat, his eyes bloodshot and bulging, and he lay stiffly on the armchair!

"father"

"What's wrong with the old man!"

Chaos erupted at the head of the table; all the cups fell to the ground, and cries of alarm rang out.

At that moment, Ye Feng was munching on some snacks when he heard the sound. He looked up, squinted, and saw the person... it was the fallen He Huai Ren.

He had heard of He Huai-ren after coming to Dongyang. He was a renowned figure in Dongyang's medical community, from a family with a history spanning hundreds, even thousands of years. The He family's practice of medicine and healing was entirely different from that of the other families in Dongyang who were primarily engaged in business. They relied on their medical skills and reputation to earn the genuine respect of others.

In terms of seniority and reputation, no family in the entire Dongyang medical community can compare. Even the old Mr. Sun, whom Ye Feng defeated in person last time, has to address He Huai Ren as "Grandmaster Uncle".

"Quick! Help him! So many renowned doctors have come today, are we just going to let Boss He get into trouble like this?"

The He family members all went crazy, shouting and yelling.

The renowned doctors, being quick-witted and agile, rushed over the moment they were on the ground.

"Make way, make way! I'll handle this!" The man with the goatee touched He Huai-ren's hand first, his face turning pale. "Acute laryngeal asphyxia! Airway spasm is blocking it!"

"That's not right! Looking at his eyes and complexion, it's clearly an acute stroke, a stroke-induced medullary paralysis, and loss of the swallowing reflex!" Another middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses chimed in.

"Quiet down, pinch their philtrum!"

"Pry open their jaws! Open their jaws! Open their airway!"

Several bigwigs in the Dongyang medical community, who usually held absolute power, were arguing amongst themselves, but after a flurry of activity, they were all covered in sweat and looked pale.

He Huai-ren's face had turned from red to purple, then to bluish-black, and his breaths were becoming less and less; he was on the verge of death.

Pinching his philtrum, pounding his chest, prying open his tightly clenched teeth—none of it worked. It was as if an invisible iron wire was strangling He Huai-ren's throat, preventing him from eating or drinking anything, and not even a breath of air could enter his mouth.

"Oh dear! I just can't open my jaw. Old He's teeth are so good!"

"The airway is completely blocked! We can't give him medication! He can't breathe! In less than three to five minutes, he'll suffer from insufficient blood supply to the brain, leading to brain death!"

"Let's go! Let's go to the hospital, there's no time to deal with it here!"

These renowned doctors were also at a loss, their faces filled with despair. This extremely dangerous illness had suddenly struck, and it was both urgent and severe. They had never encountered such a situation in decades, let alone treated it! But Luming Manor was located in the suburbs, and the nearest major hospital was at least a 20-minute drive away. Yet He Huai-ren couldn't even last 3 seconds! To see a master of medicine, in a place where heroes gathered, where stars converged, in front of a group of renowned doctors, just like that, breathed his last.

The He family's sons and grandsons cried and screamed incessantly. Several renowned doctors looked at each other and stopped approaching. They couldn't bear the thought of them dying at his hands; such a crime was not something anyone could endure.

The doctor surnamed Wu, who had just called Ye Feng a rough man who wielded guns and sticks, also squeezed over, pacing anxiously on the ground, muttering to himself, but he couldn't think of a single useful solution. With 30 years of medical experience, he considered himself the best in Dongyang, but he was also at a loss for this unprecedented illness, and was sweating profusely with worry.

"Even a god couldn't save him... This is beyond saving!"

The entire room was enveloped in despair and the shadow of death. The room was filled with friends who were either wealthy or celebrities, and with so-called famous doctors. But in the face of death, everything became meaningless. Face, status, and reputation all became a joke. No one could pull this venerable old man back to the world of the living from the clutches of death.

Amidst this chaos and despair,

"Make way, everyone!"

A lazy, unhurried voice rang out softly.

Ye Feng strolled leisurely over from the snack table, chewing the last half of a mung bean cake as he went, muttering to himself:

"A bunch of idiots, what are you arguing about? If you keep arguing like this, people will really die."

The entire place was frozen in place. They were all about to die, practically dead, completely dead, and yet a bunch of foodies were still here eating snacks?

Is it still that silly "bodyguard" and that unladylike kid again? Everyone was speechless, shocked, angry, and bewildered... staring blankly at the chubby little boy with crumbs of pastry still stuck to his mouth.

One of the doctors was the first to react, first with shock, then with anger, pointing at Ye Feng and saying:

"Who are you! Do you know who this is! This is He Huai-ren, Old Master He! How dare you speak nonsense here?"

"Isn't this childish? Saving lives is childish!"

"No, no! If this continues, we'll all die!"

A renowned doctor jumped out first, roared, and started rambling on and on, pointing at Ye Feng.

"What are you?!"

"Don't you know who this is?!"

"I am He Huai-ren, Old Master He!"

"You mean saving lives is child's play?!"

"Saving lives is child's play!"

Ye Feng glanced at him, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and simply sat down next to He Huai Ren, placing his fingers on He Huai Ren's wrist, and said softly, "You'll find out soon enough."

With an arrogant and boastful demeanor, and an air of self-assurance that seemed to see everything, the doctor, who had just been furious, was momentarily stunned, and the words "Help!" stuck in his throat.

"Nonsense! Men, drag this brat away!"

A member of the He family nearby was extremely anxious and was about to make a move.

"stop!"

Lin Zhenshan, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke. His voice was not loud, but his words carried a lot of weight, with the authority of an elder of a large family.

"I'll let him try it."

"I vouch for my apprentice's medical skills with the century-old reputation of the Lin family!"

Lin Zhenshan was a prominent figure in Dongyang, whose influence was in no way inferior to that of the old master of the He family.

At Lin Zhenshan's command, the He family descendant's strength immediately stopped, and he froze in place.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to intervene.

Since we're already at a dead end anyway, let's just kick it while it's still alive.

Ye Feng remained unmoved by the commotion outside, taking his pulse with three fingers while keeping his eyes tightly closed.