Chapter 38

Ye Fei wrote a prescription and asked the Han family to get the medicine according to it.

Then, he personally stayed in the kitchen to boil the medicine.

Ye Fei found that the white light of the Life and Death Jade had finally turned into three petals.

"I wonder if three petals can save someone directly?"

While Ye Fei was musing, Sun Shengshou walked over, looking very uneasy.

Ye Fei looked at him and smiled, "Old Sun, what's wrong? Is there something wrong with Old Han's body?"

"No, no, he's fine. I examined him, and his pulse and heartbeat are normal," Sun Shengshou said with a gentle smile. "After eating the hot porridge, he fell asleep, snoring so loudly that I couldn't wake him up."

"This is the first time in half a month that he has slept so soundly."

Ye Fei nodded lightly, "It's good that he can sleep. As long as he takes a few more doses of my medicine, he will be completely fine."

"Brother Ye, you are truly a miracle worker."

Sun Shengshou praised Ye Fei enthusiastically, "At your age, to have such skill, it's unprecedented."

Ye Fei laughed, "Old Sun, just say what you want."

Sun Shengshou was taken aback and smiled awkwardly, "It seems flattery is also a skill; otherwise, it can be seen through at any time."

"Brother Ye, it's like this, I have a request that might be too much to ask."

Sun Shengshou looked like a child making an unreasonable request, "Can you teach me your Nine Palace Revival Acupuncture technique?"

"No, no, I'll pay for it, any price is fine!"

He bowed his head completely, "What's your price?"

Ye Fei was slightly taken aback; this old man wanted to learn the Nine Palace Revival Acupuncture?

Although the Nine Palace Revival Acupuncture only has nine needles, each needle has nine variations, which can be combined into eighty-one techniques. Teaching one to Ye Fei was insignificant.

However, he was surprised that the technique could be sold for money.

In silence, Sun Shengshou looked at Ye Fei with great tension.

This ancient acupuncture technique is priceless, and who would easily part with it?

But if he could learn it, not only would his medical skills improve significantly, but the Sun family would also gain an important tradition, even surpassing Longdu Huagang.

So, although he thought the possibility was small, he still wanted to ask Ye Fei.

"If it's not possible, it's fine; it's my fault for being presumptuous."

Sun Shengshou's face was red with apology, "Brother Ye, please bear with me."

"Money? Old Sun, you're being too formal."

Ye Fei laughed, "I'll teach you for free."

"Free?"

This time, Sun Shengshou was stunned, "Teach me for free?"

He couldn't believe it; this was the Nine Palace Revival Acupuncture, which could bring the dead back to life. Selling it or opening a school would easily fetch three to five hundred million.

If Ye Fei was willing to trade, he could exchange the Huichun Hall for it.

But this technique, which was worth a fortune, Ye Fei offered for free.

Sun Shengshou was a bit overwhelmed.

"Of course, it's free. Medical skills are for saving lives, not for hiding."

Ye Fei was generous, "Come, while I still have some strength, I'll teach you the first needle..."

Sun Shengshou's body shuddered, "You really mean to teach me?"

Ye Fei nodded, "The more people who know, the more patients we can save, and it will be a good deed."

Sun Shengshou knelt down, "Master, please accept your disciple Sun Shengshou's bow."

Han Yue, who had returned with the medicine, saw this scene and was instantly stunned... "You must have put a curse on Grandpa Sun."

When Sun Shengshou happily took the key points written by Ye Fei to practice, Han Yue looked at Ye Fei, the so-called "shaman," with despair.

"Otherwise, how could he do such a foolish thing?"

"He is a renowned national doctor, yet he calls you, a shaman, master."

In Han Yue's view, Ye Fei had some skills, but at his young age, he couldn't possibly be as deep as Sun Shengshou.

She couldn't accept her idol's admiration for a shaman.

"Without me, the shaman, your grandfather would have passed away last night."

Ye Fei took the herbs Han Yue had bought and started processing them, "You would have become an orphan."

"You—"

Han Yue was furious and then said stubbornly, "You just got lucky."

"Regardless, you lost, and I am your master for the next year."

Ye Fei hit her hard, "You better show some respect, or you'll suffer."

Hearing the word "master," Han Yue's face turned red, and she stepped forward, "In addition to the hundred million for my grandfather, I'll give you fifty million more to end our bet."

Han Yue's cold face offered the temptation, "What do you say?"

Ye Fei didn't respond and started boiling the medicine slowly.

"Is it too little?"

Seeing Ye Fei not speaking, Han Yue thought he was greedy and sneered, "Fine, I'll give you a hundred million. What do you say?"

"Not interested..."

Ye Fei didn't even turn his head, "A hundred million is easy for me to earn, but making Miss Han a maid is as hard as climbing to heaven."

Han Yue shouted, "Two hundred million."

She didn't believe there was anything money couldn't solve.

"Your grandfather just recovered and needs a month of rest."

Ye Fei said lazily, "This month, you should take good care of your grandfather. Next month, I'll come to you to fulfill the promise."

"Remember, be available whenever I call."

"Ye Fei, don't be too arrogant."

Han Yue put her hands on her hips, "Can you handle having me as a maid?"

"Slap—"

Ye Fei slapped her thigh, "What attitude?"

Damn! Han Yue cursed Ye Fei's ancestors. Today, she not only had her face slapped but also her thigh, and her twenty years of purity were all taken by him.

"Follow the promise."

Ye Fei reminded her, "Otherwise, what will you do when your grandfather's condition recurs and you have to beg me?"

Han Yue's anger instantly dissipated. Although Ye Fei was despicable, she had to admit he was valuable.

At least until she found another doctor to replace Ye Fei, she couldn't afford to fall out with him.

"You'll be struck by lightning."

Seeing Ye Fei turn around, Han Yue's eyes darted, and she kicked him in the back.

"Slap—"

Ye Fei dodged the attack and then pulled Han Yue onto the table.

"Ah—"

As Han Yue was about to scream, a palm struck her— "Ah—" The slap from behind made her scream in shock.

She was too shocked to resist, more so in disbelief.

This bastard was too violent and brutal.

Does he know what it means to cherish and respect women?

Does he know what it means to be considerate and gentle?

Han Yue shouted, "Bastard, let me go, let me go."

"Slap, slap, slap!"

Ye Fei hit her eighteen times and then released the furious Han Yue, "Remember, this is the punishment for offending your master."

Han Yue covered her back with her left hand and pointed at Ye Fei, "Bastard."

Although her face was full of anger and frustration, there was a strange feeling in her heart, as if she couldn't hate Ye Fei.

"What are you shouting for?"

Ye Fei glared, "Do you want another beating?"

Han Yue quickly stepped back, "Bastard! Bastard!"

Her face was so red it seemed to be dripping with water, "Wait and see how I deal with you..."

Ye Fei laughed, "Fine, I'll wait! I'll wait for you to deal with me! I love it when beautiful women deal with me!"

Han Yue's eyebrows arched, and she was about to get angry again, but she saw Ye Fei's shining eyes staring at her.

She felt guilty and subconsciously avoided his gaze.

But soon, her eyes narrowed in anger.

I am Han Yue, the daughter of the Han family, the future heir of Qianbao Group. Why can't I fight back, why can't I fight back...

"I'll kill you."

Han Yue, in a mix of shame and anger, searched for weapons.

Soon, she had two kitchen knives in her hands.

The knives glinted.

Her anger was overwhelming.

Han Yue was full of righteous indignation: Tremble, mortal.

Ye Fei said lightly, "Are you still so angry? Does your head still hurt?"

Han Yue was taken aback, dropped the knives, and touched her head, surprised to find that the back of her head, which used to hurt terribly when she was angry, now only had a slight ache.

She was overjoyed, knowing that this headache had once made her suffer.

"Just now, I wasn't taking advantage of you, but helping you to unblock your meridians and relieve your brain nerves so that you wouldn't have a headache when you're angry."

Ye Fei looked at her and said, "In the next two days, drink more of the twenty-four flavors to suppress your liver fire, and your menstrual cycle will return to normal."

"As for your leg injury, it depends on your performance."

After saying that, Ye Fei, who had already started boiling the medicine, walked out of the kitchen with his hands behind his back.

After a few steps, he heard Han Yue's voice, full of shame and fear, "Can... can you hit me a few more times..."

Ye Fei fell over...