Chapter 33

Since Fang Nanxiang had already spoken, Ding Yufen could not refuse anymore. She led Ye Chenfeng to Zhao Qihua's room. She did not believe at all that Ye Chenfeng could save her husband. No matter how she looked at him, he did not seem like a skilled doctor.

Ye Chenfeng inwardly smiled bitterly. If he had known, he would have gone back to get the money himself! At the time, he had been lazy and let Zhao Wanting pay, and now not only was he suffering, but it had become even more troublesome!

The room was filled with a faint smell of medicine. Zhao Qihua lay on the bed, his eyes tightly closed, his face thin and bony, and a constant drip of nutrients in his hand. He had been in a coma for three months, and during this time, he could only rely on the nutrient solution to sustain his life; otherwise, he would have died long ago.

Ye Chenfeng walked to the bedside and, seeing Zhao Qihua's pale and slightly blackish face, his brows involuntarily furrowed. He immediately placed his palm on Zhao Qihua's chest and sent a gentle soul force into his body.

After about two minutes, Ye Chenfeng withdrew his palm. As he had suspected, Zhao Qihua was not sick but poisoned.

After a rough detection with soul force, the poison in Zhao Qihua's body was not simple. It was a high-tech toxin that could not be detected by ordinary medical equipment. Otherwise, the many authoritative doctors in Tianhai would not have been at a loss. If the toxin in Zhao Qihua's body was not removed, he would only have about a month left to live.

"How is it? Can you cure Chairman Zhao's illness?" Fang Nanxiang asked hopefully, looking at the deep-in-thought Ye Chenfeng.

"Should be no problem." Although current doctors were at a loss with this high-tech toxin, Ye Chenfeng could use soul force and acupuncture to remove the toxin from Zhao Qihua's body.

However, Ye Chenfeng did not plan to reveal the true cause of Zhao Qihua's illness. With his intelligence, he could easily guess that the poisoning was intentional. So, he decided to cure Zhao Qihua first.

This time, Ye Chenfeng felt he had lost a lot. To remove the toxin from Zhao Qihua's body required a lot of effort, but he had only received 50,000 yuan for the treatment. Given the Zhao family's wealth, he should have charged at least one million yuan. After all, in his view, no one in the entire country could cure Zhao Qihua except him. Of course, if he could obtain the antidote for the toxin, that would be a different matter.

Ye Chenfeng took out the silver needles and disinfected them with a lighter. He inserted them into Zhao Qihua's chest and abdomen, a total of eighteen needles. He did not pause during the process, completing it in one smooth motion.

Ye Chenfeng's fluid technique made Ding Yufen, who had originally disliked him, look at him differently. She had initially thought her daughter was just being silly, but now she no longer believed that. She even saw a glimmer of hope, and her expression became tense.

These seemingly simple eighteen needles gathered the toxin in Zhao Qihua's body to one place, making it easier for Ye Chenfeng to remove it.

Seeing that the time was right, Ye Chenfeng placed his palm on Zhao Qihua's chest and continuously injected soul force into his body. His face became increasingly pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and cheeks.

As the soul force was injected, Zhao Qihua's slightly blackish face turned rosy, and a visible fine smoke emerged from his body.

This made everyone present hold their breath, doubting if they were watching a movie. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed such a thing.

Time passed minute by minute, and as time went on, Zhao Qihua's face became increasingly rosy. Ye Chenfeng suddenly withdrew his palm, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and panted heavily.

"Spit—"

Zhao Qihua suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of thick, black blood, staining the blanket black.

Seeing Zhao Qihua truly wake up from his coma, Ding Yufen was the first to rush forward and hug him, her eyes red with emotion. "Qihua, I knew you would be fine, I knew you would be fine."

Since Zhao Qihua fell into a coma, Ding Yufen had been unable to eat or sleep. She had invited all the authoritative doctors in Tianhai, even international experts, but they had only charged exorbitant fees without any effect on Zhao Qihua.

Ding Yufen had been completely despondent, believing that the chances of Zhao Qihua waking up were slim. But the miracle happened right before her eyes, reviving her dead heart.

Wan Kai, standing to the side, saw Zhao Qihua wake up and a look of disappointment flashed across his face. His eyes darkened as he stared at Zhao Qihua, but he quickly returned to normal.

Although Ye Chenfeng was resting, he did not miss Wan Kai's abnormal behavior. He was already 90% sure that Wan Kai was involved in Zhao Qihua's poisoning.

Fang Nanxiang had sensed the unique aura in Ye Chenfeng's body and had let him try to save Zhao Qihua. After all, Zhao Qihua's condition was too dire, and letting Ye Chenfeng try was not a big deal, adding a glimmer of hope. But he never expected that Ye Chenfeng would actually save Zhao Qihua, and his eyes were filled with gratitude.

Ding Yufen recounted the events of the past few days to Zhao Qihua, her eyes filled with guilt and apology, and her attitude completely changed. "Mr. Ye, I was rude to you earlier. I apologize."

Ding Yufen's apology was sincere. Thinking about how she had unceremoniously driven Ye Chenfeng away, she was now terrified, realizing she had almost destroyed the hope of saving her husband.

Zhao Qihua, who had just woken up, felt a bit stuffy in his chest. Listening to Ding Yufen recount the events, when he heard that the young man in front of him had saved him, he quickly said, "Mr. Ye, thank you for saving my life."

Zhao Wanting, who had been closely watching the entire treatment process, was overjoyed. She knew Ye Chenfeng could save her father; it was a woman's pure sixth sense.

"Mr. Ye, my life is saved by you. Just name your fee!" Zhao Qihua said generously.

"Father, I already gave Chenfeng 50,000 yuan," Zhao Wanting said inappropriately, calling him "Chenfeng" smoothly.

50,000 yuan? This made Fang Nanxiang and Ding Yufen feel ashamed. They had invited so many famous doctors, each costing hundreds of thousands or even millions, but none had any effect. Now, Zhao Wanting had spent 50,000 yuan to bring someone who cured Zhao Qihua? This made them want to bang their heads against the wall.

Ye Chenfeng really wanted to give Zhao Wanting a few good slaps. For 50,000 yuan, he had worked himself to the bone, and it was not worth it at all.

In the near future, Ye Chenfeng still needed to implement his business empire plan, and he was short of money. The three million yuan he had taken from Yunhu Group was not enough.

"Wanting, don't be silly. I must properly thank Mr. Ye," Zhao Qihua scolded. From Ding Yufen, he knew that without Ye Chenfeng, he would not have much time left.

"Mr. Zhao, if it's convenient, I would like to talk to you alone." Ye Chenfeng needed to personally tell Zhao Qihua about the poisoning.

Zhao Qihua looked at Ye Chenfeng with confusion but did not ask why. "You all go out."

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