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

Before he could finish speaking, the phone on the office desk suddenly rang loudly.

"Ring ring..." The phone rang shrilly.

Zhu Wanqing ran over like lightning and grabbed the phone. After hearing just one sentence, her face turned pale.

The phone was thrown to the ground with a "bang".

"Grandpa... coughed up blood and fainted!"

Before she could even finish speaking, she had already run outside like a madwoman.

With a light step, Ye Feng darted ahead of her in a few strides, moving with incredible speed like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was outside the door.

Before Zhu Yuanshan and his group knew what was going on, Ye Feng's men had already slipped through the door. By the time they rushed downstairs in a disheveled state and reached the lounge, Ye Feng was already squatting down next to the soft bed.

On the bed, Zhu Hongsheng lay with his eyes closed, his face ashen and frightening, his breath barely perceptible, seemingly on the verge of exhaustion, with a single drop of dark red blood remaining at the corner of his mouth.

Standing by his side, the family doctor was covered in sweat, gesturing helplessly without any method.

"Get out of the way," Ye Feng said coldly.

Three fingers were placed on his pulse.

A surge of true energy probed in, and Ye Feng immediately frowned.

The old man was overcome with anger and his blood was flowing backward. His body was already severely weakened, and he was already in a state of old age and illness. Coupled with the internal and external troubles of the past two weeks, he had been completely drained of his strength. His liver yang was raging, and a mouthful of blood rushed straight to his heart, blocking his chest. He was on the verge of death.

Normal methods like pinching the philtrum and taking fast-acting medicine are only scratching the surface at this time and cannot improve blood circulation.

If we delay even a minute longer, the illness will be beyond saving, even if Hua Tuo were to be reborn.

"Don't make a sound, and don't touch him." Ye Feng didn't even turn his head. He flipped three fingers, and the needle pouch was already unfolded quickly.

Holding three silver needles quenched with medicinal liquid in my hand, they exuded a chilling aura under the light.

"Xinshu (BL15), Neiguan (PC6), Taichong (LR3) – calm the liver, relieve adverse flow of qi, and guide blood back to its proper channels!"

Three silver needles pierced down with lightning speed. During this process, Ye Feng secretly injected pure true energy into the needles with his fingertips, gradually clearing away the blockage in the meridians caused by reversed blood flow.

It only took ten seconds—

"vomit!"

Zhu Hongsheng's chest convulsed violently, and he vomited a mouthful of dark, stagnant blood, which splattered onto the soft cloth beneath Ye Feng. His previously deathly pale face began to gradually regain its color.

"Cough...cough..." The old man made a soft sound in his throat, and his cloudy eyes slowly opened.

"Grandpa!" Zhu Wanqing cried with joy as she grasped his withered hand.

Outside the lounge, Zhu Yuanshan and the others, who had rushed out upon hearing the news, were stunned.

The family doctor we just saw was the most reliable expert from the famous Zhu family in Dongyang. He was standing by the bedside, sweating profusely, completely baffled as to where the old man's blood was blocked. But this young man in a vest and slippers pulled him back from the brink of death with just a few silver needles.

The family doctor was completely bewildered, his hands trembling as he held his stethoscope. With twenty years of medical experience, he felt he had seen it all, but the way the needles had been inserted and the technique used to guide them in were utterly baffling.

That unhurried demeanor, that incredibly fast and precise technique, and that mysterious and profound method of inserting the needle... none of these are the skills of an ordinary doctor.

"You...you..." Zhu Yuanshan opened his mouth but couldn't utter a sound. The disdain and contempt on his face just now were frozen on his face, making him look extremely ugly and unable to say a word.

Ye Feng ignored his nonsense and carefully examined the old man's pulse again. His expression finally relaxed: "The reverse blood flow has been cleared, and his life has definitely been saved. But the root of this old man's illness lies in his heart, not in the medicine."

Then he slowly raised his head and glanced indifferently at the few stiff and embarrassed faces at the door.

"He was driven to this state by someone else's anger. Instead of thinking about helping the old man and protecting the Zhu family from disaster, you sons and grandsons are making a scene right under his nose, arguing about dividing the family property and seizing power, just to watch the spectacle!"

"The resentment that's stuck in the old man's heart," Ye Feng said, his voice low but each word striking a chord, "is half due to the anger caused by you bunch of 'family members'!"

The room was completely quiet!

Zhu Yuanshan's face was swollen to the color of a pig's liver, and his lips trembled for a long time without him being able to utter a single word. The directors who had come with him lowered their heads even further, wishing they could disappear on the spot!

Zhu Hongsheng, lying on the bed, caught his breath. Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes. He trembled as he reached out and tightly gripped Ye Feng's wrist, his withered fingertips exerting all their strength.

"You...it's you again..." The old man's voice was choked with sobs, tears streaming down his face. "The kindness of Nirvana Mountain...my Zhu family can never repay it in our lifetime..."

Ye Feng gently patted the old man's cold hand, unusually polite: "Grandpa, don't get agitated. You haven't even caught your breath yet. I've saved your life, but the Zhu family's game is still in the works."

Zhu Wanqing knelt on the bed, holding her grandfather's hand with one hand and her clothes collar with the other. Tears were still hanging on her face, but when she looked at Ye Feng, her eyes were no longer cold and guarded as before.

She wondered when she first met this man.

It was outside the hospital ward that she said to him, right in front of him, "I'm not that easily fooled, not that easily..."

Then he remembered that in the past two days, he had helped the Zhu family through one difficulty after another, and had even pulled his grandfather back from the brink of death, all without taking a single penny.

Even the marriage that was clearly in his own best interest, which he hadn't mentioned at all...

And now it's him again!

Once again, when his "own people" were helpless and only knew how to curse and complain, he saved his grandfather with three needles!

The "doubt" that had been lingering in her heart for a long time was completely melted away.

Instead, she felt a feeling she had never had for anyone before, a feeling she didn't even dare to think about...

"rely"

Ye Feng stood up and looked at Zhu Wanqing, whose face was still wet with tears but whose fists were clenched tightly.

"Take me to your office and give me all the contracts and reports from this period of time, as well as information on those executives who have absconded."

Ye Feng's eyes instantly turned cold, and that lazy feeling vanished without a trace.

"It's time for me to make a move!"