Chapter 14

Ye Bufan ignored the others and focused intently on his acupuncture.

Cao Xinghua only noticed his Nine Soul-Reviving Needles but was unaware that the chaotic true qi circulating within his body was an even more effective tool for treating illnesses. When combined with the Nine Soul-Reviving Needles, it could produce unexpected results.

In the silence, time slowly passed.

After about 20 minutes, Ye Bufan gradually withdrew the silver needles and said calmly, "It's done. Grandpa He's illness has been cured!"

"Healed? How is that possible? Do you think we're all fools?"

Gao Haisheng, although curious about Ye Bufan's acupuncture technique, could not believe that just a few needles could cure a patient's lung disease, especially one who was on the brink of death.

He Shuangshuang said, "That's right, isn't Grandpa still unconscious?"

"Almost there."

As Ye Bufan spoke, he patted He Changqing's dantian. Immediately, the old man exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and his pale face quickly regained its color. He opened his eyes and suddenly sat up from the bed.

Gao Haisheng was startled and took a few steps back. If it weren't daytime, he would have thought the old man had come back to life.

He Changqing's condition was well-known to him. Just a moment ago, all the test results were critically severe, indicating that he could die at any moment.

For such a person to suddenly sit up from the bed was almost unbelievable.

He Tianqi and He Shuangshuang were filled with joy.

"Father, you're awake?"

"Grandpa, you're finally awake, you scared me to death!"

The two of them held He Changqing's hands, tears of joy streaming down their faces.

"Enough, stop crying. Let me get up and move around. Lying in bed for so long has made my bones rusty."

He Changqing shook off the two and got out of bed, slowly walking on the ground.

At first, his pace was slow, but after a few steps, it became smoother, and he quickly returned to normal.

The onlookers were amazed. Just a moment ago, they were preparing for a funeral, and now the person was full of life. The stark contrast was hard to accept.

Gao Haisheng was stunned, his mouth agape. After a long time, he closed his mouth and said, "This can't be real. This might be a last burst of energy before death, Grandpa, I need to—"

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"Give you a physical examination."

He Changqing said, "Last burst of energy, my ass. How can you talk like that? I know my body. I'm fine now, and the King of Hell won't come for me for at least ten years."

Gao Haisheng said sheepishly, "Grandpa, I was wrong just now, but I still think a check-up would be beneficial."

He Shuangshuang said, "Grandpa, you should get a check-up. We'll feel better if you do."

He Changqing said, "Alright, if you insist, I'll get checked."

He lay back on the bed, and Gao Haisheng and his assistants began to re-examine him with instruments.

The results came out quickly. He looked at the test results in his hand, almost dropping his eyes out.

If he hadn't done the examination himself, he would have thought the data came from two different people. The latest results showed that He Changqing was in excellent health.

Especially the lung function test, everything was normal. The fluid in his lungs had disappeared, and there were no signs of fibrosis.

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Looking at the test results, he stood there, dumbfounded, repeatedly saying, "This is impossible."

He Changqing sat up again and said to Cao Xinghua, "Old Cao, thank you this time. I know it's you who saved my life!"

Cao Xinghua stepped forward and said, "Old Brother, you're wrong this time. I wanted to save you, but I don't have the ability.

The one who brought you back from the King of Hell is this young man, Doctor Ye Bufan."

He Changqing's face showed a look of surprise, "Young Brother Ye, you are truly talented. I didn't expect such a young person to have such high medical skills. Thank you, old man.

You gave me a new life. From now on, you are our family's savior, and your affairs are our family's affairs."

Ye Bufan said calmly, "Grandpa, you're too kind. Your illness is nothing in our traditional Chinese medicine."

He then turned to Gao Haisheng, "Doctor Gao, shouldn't you honor the bet?"

Hearing this, everyone's attention turned to Gao Haisheng, remembering that the two had made a bet.

"This..."

Gao Haisheng's face turned a deep red. He was indeed impressed by Ye Bufan's medical skills, but the thought of handing over 1 million yuan still pained him.

He Tianqi's face darkened, "Doctor Gao, I'm the witness. You're not planning to back out, are you?"

He was very dissatisfied with Gao Haisheng. This man had repeatedly asked him to prepare for his father's funeral, then said it was a last burst of energy, and now he wanted to back out of the bet. What did he think of the He family?

Gao Haisheng's heart trembled. He knew the He family's power very well. If he made them unhappy today, he wouldn't be able to leave Jiangnan City, or his medical career would be over.

With no choice, he took the checkbook from his assistant, wrote a check for 1 million yuan, and handed it to Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan took the check, looked at it, and said, "I've received the money, but don't forget your promise."

"Rest assured, I will apologize to traditional Chinese medicine in the major media of China tomorrow."

Gao Haisheng said and left the He family's house with his team.

As soon as he left, Cao Xinghua came over to Ye Bufan and said, "Old man, I want to be your disciple. What do you think?"

He wasn't joking. Since witnessing the Nine Soul-Reviving Needles, he had been deeply impressed by this young man and was about to kneel to perform the disciple ceremony.

Ye Bufan was startled and quickly held him up.

"Grandpa, you can't do that. I can't take you as a disciple."

He respected Cao Lao's character very much. This was an old man who genuinely contributed to the development of traditional Chinese medicine.

Cao Xinghua, however, looked unhappy and said, "Little Ye, are you rejecting me? I genuinely want to learn traditional Chinese medicine from you."

Ye Bufan quickly said, "That's not it at all. You are highly respected, how can you be my disciple?

How about this? Whatever you want to learn, I promise to teach you without holding back."

"That won't do. In traditional Chinese medicine, we value the lineage of teaching. It wouldn't be proper, and I must be your disciple." Cao Xinghua said, "In our field, the one who is more skilled is the teacher, regardless of age."

Seeing the old man's determination, Ye Bufan could only smile bitterly and say, "I can't take you as a disciple. How about this? I'll act as a proxy and you can be my teacher's disciple."