Chapter 11

"What? The Hua Tuo Golden Formula doesn't cure diseases?"

Cao Xinghua's expression instantly changed. "Young brother, you must be mistaken. Many ancient texts have records of the Hua Tuo Golden Formula, clearly stating that it is a golden formula, useful for treating severe conditions."

"You are all mistaken," Ye Bufan shook his head and said.

The world-renowned Mafeisan and Hua Tuo Golden Formula are two prescriptions that have flowed out from the ancient medical school. As a descendant of the ancient medical school, how could he not be clear about the efficacy of the Hua Tuo Golden Formula?

He explained further, "The Hua Tuo Golden Formula can indeed be used for severe conditions, but its meaning is not to cure these conditions, but to help alleviate the pain of patients in the late stages of illness."

"In terms of function, it is similar to Mafeisan, but Mafeisan is used for surgical operations, while this is used for pain relief in the later stages of serious illnesses."

"To put it simply, it is just a pain relief formula, which can be used for various conditions, including pain relief for patients in the late stages of cancer. It is much better than the pain relief medications used for cancer patients today, and it has no addictive properties or side effects."

"How... how is this possible?"

Cao Xinghua looked incredulous. "This can't be. If it can't cure diseases, why is it called the Hua Tuo Golden Formula?"

Ye Bufan said, "For some patients with serious conditions, such as late-stage cancer or pancreatitis, the pain is absolutely unbearable. This formula can effectively alleviate such pain. Those who have experienced that kind of pain know how valuable this medicine is, which is why it is called a golden formula."

"This..."

Cao Xinghua was completely stunned. The previous formula was incomplete, and he couldn't determine its properties and effects, leading to a misunderstanding of the ancient texts.

According to what Ye Bufan said, the efficacy of this medicine was extremely valuable.

However, he had pinned his hopes on curing his old friend with the Hua Tuo Golden Formula. Since this formula could only alleviate pain and not cure the disease fundamentally, what could he use to save his friend?

Seeing his disappointed expression, Ye Bufan consoled him, "Old Cao, don't take it too much to heart. Although the Hua Tuo Golden Formula can't cure diseases, there are other ways."

"Other ways?" Cao Xinghua suddenly felt a stir in his heart. "Young brother, can you cure my old friend's illness?"

Ye Bufan, who possessed the complete Hua Tuo Golden Formula, clearly came from an extraordinary lineage, which gave him a glimmer of hope.

Ye Bufan nodded and said, "Yes."

Cao Xinghua was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Young brother, are you sure you can cure it? What are the chances?"

"Eighty percent!"

This was a very modest statement. The other party only had a lung disease, which was nothing in the face of the ancient medical school's heritage.

But Cao Xinghua was extremely excited. After all his efforts, he had found no way to treat the illness, and an eighty percent chance was unimaginable for him.

"Great, young brother, please come with me to diagnose my old friend."

Ye Bufan nodded. This old man was so devoted to his friend's illness, showing he was a man of character. Helping him wouldn't be a problem.

Cao Xinghua drove an Audi A6, and the two left the Bai Cao Tang, heading for the most famous Jiangnan Ruhua residential area in Jiangnan City.

It was his first meeting with Ye Bufan, and he wasn't entirely trusting. He had only invited him to treat his old friend out of desperation, as there were no other better options.

While driving, Cao Xinghua asked, "Young brother, what method do you plan to use to treat my old friend?"

His question was both an inquiry and a test, wanting to see if Ye Bufan was just talking big.

"According to what Old Cao just said, the most suitable method for this condition is the Nine Needles of Revival."

"What? What did you say?"

Upon hearing the words "Nine Needles of Revival," Cao Xinghua was so shocked that his hands trembled, causing the car to veer off course, almost colliding with an oncoming truck.

Fortunately, Ye Bufan reacted quickly, pushing the steering wheel to avert the danger.

"Old Cao, be careful!"

Ye Bufan called out, finding it quite amusing that this old man, despite his age, was so uncomposed.

Cao Xinghua stopped the car by the side of the road and grabbed Ye Bufan's hand, saying, "Young brother, what did you just say? Is it really the Nine Needles of Revival?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Good heavens, you actually know the Nine Needles of Revival. You're not fooling this old man, are you?"

It was no wonder Cao Xinghua was so excited. The Nine Needles of Revival were hailed as the most remarkable acupuncture technique in Chinese medicine, once earning the praise of "reviving the dead and making the spirits weep."

According to legend, if one could use the Nine Needles of Revival, even the dead could be brought back to life, leaving the soul collectors at a loss.

Ye Bufan said, "I wouldn't lie to you. This technique is indeed part of our lineage's heritage."

"Great, truly great. With the Nine Needles of Revival, Old He's life can finally be saved."

Cao Xinghua's confidence in Ye Bufan soared. He restarted the car and drove quickly forward.

The He family in Jiangnan was an absolute presence in the upper echelons of society.

He Changqing, the patriarch of the He family, had once fought alongside the founding father, establishing countless military achievements for China. He was one of the few remaining elders, with immense influence in Jiangnan City and China.

His three sons were also outstanding. The eldest, He Tianming, served in the military, with a star on his shoulder. The second, He Tianda, was a high-ranking official in Jiangsu Province.

The youngest, He Tianqi, was a wealthy businessman.

Because of this, the He family had significant influence in Jiangnan City.

The He family's villa was the best in the Jiangnan Ruhua residential area, a separate compound with three European-style buildings.

Cao Xinghua was clearly very familiar with the place, and the bodyguards at the gate did not stop him.

Upon entering, a man in his forties, He Tianqi, the third son of He Changqing, came forward.

"Uncle Cao, you're here," He Tianqi said with a worried expression. "I was just about to call you. My father's condition has been getting worse these past few days. Please take a look at him quickly."

"Don't worry. I brought Little Ye today to treat Old He."

Cao Xinghua introduced Ye Bufan to He Tianqi, saying, "This is Doctor Ye Bufan."

"Ah?" He Tianqi looked bewildered. In the past, Cao Xinghua often brought famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners to treat his father, but they were all elderly. When did there become such a young TCM practitioner?

Cao Xinghua saw his thoughts and said, "Don't look at Little Ye's youth. His medical skills far surpass mine. Let's go and see Old He."

Although He Tianqi was somewhat skeptical of Ye Bufan, he had to give Cao Lao some face and led the two to a three-story building.

Cao Xinghua was very familiar with the place and quickly led Ye Bufan into a separate three-story building, which was the He family's private hospital.

Although it was a private hospital, the medical facilities were no less advanced than those in large hospitals.

Entering the ward, Ye Bufan saw an elderly man with white hair and beard lying on the bed, emaciated and pale, already in a coma.

He Tianqi said anxiously, "Uncle Cao, please help my father."

Cao Xinghua looked at Ye Bufan, "Little Ye, please take a look at Old He."

Ye Bufan nodded and walked to He Changqing's bedside. Just as he was about to take his pulse, he heard someone behind him shout, "Stop! Don't touch my grandfather!"