Chapter 2

Facing the questioning from the two expert-level doctors, Yang Ding first felt embarrassed.

These two people were both invited by him at great expense to treat his daughter, and Liu Feng was even a super expert he had invited through relationships that ordinary people couldn't understand! Regardless of whether Liu Feng could cure his precious daughter's illness, Yang Ding would never offend Liu Feng.

However, after hearing the doubts from the two experts, Yang Ding also had some concerns. Liu Feng was really too young, looking no more than in his early twenties. Even if this young man was extremely skilled, could his medical skills really be so extraordinary?

Just as Yang Ding felt at a loss, Liu Feng spoke up, "Since you two old gentlemen are so amazing, did you cure Miss Yang's illness?"

"This..."

"Temporarily, no."

The two expert-level doctors blushed when asked by Liu Feng, and their confidence waned.

Liu Feng still maintained a smiling face and continued to ask, "Then you should at least know what Miss Yang's illness is, right? Do you have a complete treatment plan? How long do you estimate it will take to cure her?"

"This..."

"Further tests are needed to confirm the diagnosis."

The confidence of the two expert-level doctors weakened again, and even their voices became lower.

"Oh!"

Then, Liu Feng's smile disappeared, "I can understand that you haven't cured her, but you can't even diagnose her illness, and you still dare to question others? I think you're not speaking based on your expertise, but on your thick skin!"

The two expert-level doctors were scolded by Liu Feng, and their faces instantly turned black. Their breathing became heavy, and they seemed to want to say something but were at a loss for words.

At the same time, Liu Feng extended his hands and pulled out a silver needle from under the ears of each of the two immobile bodyguards.

Immediately, the two bodyguards regained their ability to move. They quickly retreated behind Yang Ding, not daring to offend Liu Feng in the slightest, and even looked at him with deep respect.

As for the two doctors, they were so frightened by this scene that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Only then did they realize how Liu Feng had subdued the two bodyguards. Just this needle technique alone suggested that Liu Feng's medical skills were far from simple.

Liu Feng, not letting up, continued while putting away the needles, "Piercing acupoints to immobilize, can you do that? I bet you've never even seen it before, right? If you don't have the skills, be a bit more humble. Don't force others to hit you by sticking your face in front of them, got it?"

"You... Fine, fine, fine!" Old Feng, who originally didn't want to speak, was so angry that he shouted, "I can't do it, and I'm asking for a beating. I want to see how you cure Miss Yang today. If you can cure her today, I'll kneel down and call you master."

The other expert also chimed in, "Yes, if you can cure Miss Yang today, I'll also call you master."

"Ha! Calling me master, you two are dreaming." Liu Feng's words, full of disdain, almost made the two expert-level doctors bleed from anger.

"Cough! Mr. Liu Feng, how about we go see my daughter first?" Yang Ding quickly mediated. Regardless of whether Liu Feng's medical skills were up to par, it was better to have him see his daughter first, at least to avoid this hot-tempered young man from clashing with the two experts again.

Liu Feng nodded and followed Yang Ding out the door, with the two bodyguards closely following behind.

After the four of them left, the two expert-level doctors exchanged glances and quickly followed.

...

Yang Ding's daughter was named Yang Shiwen. Just in terms of appearance, she could be called the most beautiful woman in the East Sea, but unfortunately, she was now pale and emaciated due to her illness.

Liu Feng followed Yang Ding to Yang Shiwen's bedroom on the third floor. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the sick beauty.

Yang Shiwen had delicate features and skin as smooth as jade, but she was curled up on the large bed, the blanket wrapped up to her sharp little chin. Her black hair was smooth and lustrous, but the strands around her temples were slightly disheveled. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her long, thick, and curled eyelashes formed two beautiful phoenix lines, still exuding a stunning beauty even in her illness, with a touch of pitiful charm.

Even though someone had entered the room, Miss Yang Shiwen did not open her eyes, seemingly either asleep or in a coma.

"I'm going in!"

When Liu Feng saw Yang Shiwen, his brows furrowed, "Old Yang, your daughter has a sharp hairline on her forehead, a sharp tip on her nose, and a sharp chin. Such a face, if seen on the street, would definitely be a super goddess that everyone loves, but this 'three sharp points and one line' is a sign of a short life, with a maximum lifespan of 20 years."

Uh!

Upon hearing Liu Feng's words, Yang Ding's expression instantly froze, and his whole body stiffened. Even Yang Shiwen, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, seemed to twitch her eyes slightly.

"Ha! Nonsense, are you here to treat her or to read her fortune?"

"Admit it if you can't, don't use this pseudo-science. It's even more ridiculous than traditional Chinese medicine."

The two expert-level doctors, who had followed, found a reason to attack Liu Feng again, each taking turns to mock him. Liu Feng had just insulted them, and these two top figures in the medical field were holding in their anger, wanting to find an opportunity to ridicule Liu Feng in front of Yang Ding.

"You two, shut up!" However, Yang Ding, whose face was the most difficult, suddenly turned around and shouted at the two expert-level doctors in a very stern voice.

The two doctors were so scared that they shrank their necks. As the richest man in the East Sea, Yang Ding had been in charge of the Dingsheng Group for nearly twenty years, possessing an authority that ordinary people couldn't understand. When he got angry, it was truly terrifying.

After shouting at the two doctors, Yang Ding immediately turned back and said to Liu Feng in a pleading tone, "Mr. Liu, your uncle also mentioned that my daughter Shiwen has a short life span and the 20-year limit. Mr. Liu, please, save Shiwen!"

"You don't need to say more. Since I'm here, your daughter won't die," Liu Feng sat by the bed, pulled out one of Yang Shiwen's hands from under the blanket, and held her pulse, then added, "At least I won't let her die from this illness."

When Liu Feng began to diagnose Yang Shiwen's pulse, his entire demeanor changed. The smiling expression disappeared, replaced by a serious look, his eyebrows slightly raised, exuding a commanding presence that commanded respect.

More notably, while diagnosing the pulse, Liu Feng's index and middle fingers rested on Yang Shiwen's white wrist, while his ring and little fingers rhythmically tapped her forearm, creating a melody-like rhythm.

Yang Ding watched Liu Feng intently, his eyes full of anticipation.

The two expert-level doctors were also watching Liu Feng, naturally hoping to see him make a fool of himself.

However, after watching for a short while, the doctor known as Old Feng suddenly exclaimed, "Heavenly Finger! Mr. Liu, is your pulse diagnosis technique the Heavenly Finger?"

This exclamation startled the other doctor beside him, and even Yang Ding turned to look at Old Feng.

"Ah! You recognize the Heavenly Finger technique, you seem to have some knowledge!" Liu Feng continued to diagnose Yang Shiwen's pulse, the rhythm of the Heavenly Finger technique not disrupted.

"Yes, yes, I've heard of it. Mr. Liu, I apologize to you." Old Feng bowed deeply to Liu Feng and said sincerely, "Anyone who can use the Heavenly Finger pulse diagnosis technique must have medical skills far beyond mine. I was out of line just now."

Hmm!

Liu Feng responded calmly.

"Old Feng, what is the Heavenly Finger?" Yang Ding asked curiously.

"It's a particularly magical technique in traditional Chinese medicine. Mr. Yang, look..." Old Feng explained patiently, "On Miss Yang's forearm, the skin where Mr. Liu's ring and little fingers tap seems to ripple like water disturbed by the wind."

"Ah! It's really like that! How can it be so magical?" Yang Ding looked shocked.

"I'm not sure of the specific reason, as the Heavenly Finger is a technique mentioned in ancient Chinese medical texts. I only know the surface! I'm ashamed!" Old Feng said.

At this moment, Liu Feng took out a needle pouch from his waist, gently shook it, and it unfolded by the bed, revealing eleven silver needles and two gold needles inside.

Everyone present paid attention to Liu Feng's actions. When they saw the thirteen needles in the needle pouch, Old Feng almost jumped up and exclaimed again, "Eight-inch needles, oh my God! Am I dreaming? Today, I not only saw the Heavenly Finger technique but also the eight-inch needles!"