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

Sure enough, news came the following afternoon.

At the Lin Family Manor, a gatekeeper hurriedly delivered a letter from Jingci Nunnery in the west of the city. He said that a senior monk there had suddenly fallen ill last night and was on the verge of death. Several top doctors in the city were helpless. The senior monk, named Chen, was a longtime friend of Ye Feng. In his twilight years, he had specifically inquired about Ye Feng and begged him to save his life no matter what.

Ye Feng held the letter in his hand, his expression remaining calm.

"The Bureau," Ye Feng said calmly, handing the letter to Lin Yuqing.

Lin Yuqing glanced at it: "If you know it's a trap, then don't go!"

"It might not all be fake." Ye Feng shook his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "I don't understand Liao Chen, but there must be such a person as He Huai Ren's old friend. This scheme is designed to trap me, making me 'know it's a trap, but I can't afford to gamble with a life.'"

"A doctor's heart is benevolent." Ye Feng smiled bitterly. "These four words are my greatest trump card, and also my greatest weakness. They want to use these four words to get rid of me from your side."

"Then you're not going?" Lin Yuqing asked, displeased.

"I'm not going!" Ye Feng shook his head, his voice lowering. "What if Liao Chen really gets a sudden illness and dies in the nunnery? Then my ten years of healing and saving lives would be wasted, and the words 'refusing to help someone in distress' would pierce my heart like a needle."

Lin Yuqing was stunned.

Only then did she truly understand what a great heart lay behind this extraordinary medical skill—a heart so deeply ingrained that she wouldn't want to let her bottom line be crossed, even at the cost of her life.

However, this bottom line is the most vicious knife in the other party's hand.

If Ye Feng goes, he will fall for a diversionary tactic; if he doesn't go, he will have crossed his own bottom line, abandoned his conscience, and refused to help someone in distress!

Neither advancing nor retreating is an option.

"Then... what should we do?"

Ye Feng pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly turned fierce.

"Okay, but I can't let anyone see my back." He stood up and said, "I can't gamble on this person's life, otherwise I'll lose. But I can't let them use me as a pawn. So I've decided to go see what's wrong with Liao Chen. As long as I'm alive, I can make them realize that I'm not the one who can fall for their trap."

He immediately instructed the old steward and the guards of the Lin family to protect Lin Yuqing closely for the next two days and not let her go out alone. Then he secretly made a phone call to Old Man Zhou and asked him to secretly send two people to keep an eye on the area around the Lin family manor.

"Don't go anywhere for the next couple of days. Just stay at the manor." Before leaving, he stared intently at Lin Yuqing, a seriousness he had never shown before. "I'll be back in a bit. Remember, no matter who calls you, and no matter the reason, you are not allowed to leave the manor alone!"

Lin Yuqing nodded firmly. "I understand. You need to be careful too!"

Ye Feng grinned, "Don't worry, little girl, I'm lucky!"

But as soon as he turned around, the smile on his face faded.

The agonizing pain in his heart had intensified over the past two days, becoming increasingly severe. A venomous snake was frantically biting at his meridians, and he knew that the warning period was about to end.

The first explosion is just around the corner!

But then, he unexpectedly encountered an enemy.

Ye Feng drove towards Jingci Nunnery in the west of the city.

On the road, his anxiety did not lessen at all; in fact, it intensified. He gripped the steering wheel with increasing force.

I don't know where this unease came from.

The entire match that day seemed meticulously planned and malicious.

We arrived at the nunnery.

"The pulse doesn't feel right," Ye Feng said, his brows furrowing after taking the old monk Chen's pulse.

I'm really sick.

It was a weakness caused by years of hard work, ascetic practices, and exhaustion. This condition was very difficult to treat, but it was far from being life-threatening. After a few acupuncture treatments and a mild medicine, the old monk's complexion improved considerably.

However, Ye Feng's heart sank.

This illness won't be delayed for just a day or two; it's clearly a chronic disease. Why is it that now, someone has deliberately put him on the verge of death, and why is it being told to him in such a timely and convenient manner?

Liao Chen's young apprentice was there, thanking him profusely, but Ye Feng only coldly asked him one question, "Who sent a message to Old Man He saying that your master's life was 'hanging by a thread'?"

The young monk was momentarily stunned, scratching his head as he said, "Oh...oh...uh, a few days ago, a lay Buddhist who claimed to be sent by Old Man He came to our door, saying he wanted to find the best doctor in Dongyang for our master." Then he added, "We didn't pay much attention to it."

The small question in Ye Feng's mind immediately turned into evidence.

"It was just a ruse after all," his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Do they want the old monk to live or die?

They would be better off letting him stay in this hermitage in the west of the city for the rest of his life.

From the west of the city to Linjiazhuang and then to the city center, it's a journey of more than half of Dongyang. A round trip like this would take at least three or four hours. During this time, something could happen to the Lin family.

The unease in Ye Feng's heart surged up like a raging storm in an instant.

He suddenly stood up, not caring what he was saying to the young monk, and rushed out of the temple gate. An ominous feeling welled up inside him, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

These past few days, he had repeatedly told Lin Yuqing not to go out and play, but since the enemy dared to set such a big trap and keep him inside, how could they not be wary of what the Lin family might do?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, Ye Feng's phone suddenly started vibrating incessantly.

"Feed... Old Butler..." It was the old butler.

Ye Feng's heart sank to the ground.

The phone rang with a snap, and the old butler on the other end sobbed, "Mr. Ye... Mr. Ye! Something terrible has happened! Miss! Miss... she's been kidnapped!"

Ye Feng gripped his phone tightly, his fingers turning white.

"When?" Ye Feng shouted almost like a roar.

"Just...just now! Someone called to say that Old Master Lin suddenly had a heart attack and is being treated at the hospital! Miss Lin was terrified when she heard this. In her panic, she forgot what you told her to do and ran out the door without waiting for the guards!" The old butler sobbed uncontrollably. "But as soon as she got outside, a group of people who were already waiting there grabbed her, put her in a car, and drove off! We guards all rushed out to chase after them, but we could barely see the taillights!"

Ye Feng felt bad about it.

Using a feint, the enemy correctly guessed that Lin Yuqing's biggest concern was her father, and with a simple trick, they lured Lin Yuqing out of her safest place.

Ye Feng felt as if a cold wind was rushing towards his head, so cold that he trembled all over.

Ye Feng was still a step too late.