Chapter Fifty-Five: Who Can Cure Him?

Time was running out.

Xiaocui’s investigation had only revealed that Ye Wushang had cured his sister, who had been unconscious for three years, thus establishing a connection with Old Tang. From this alone, it was clear his medical skills were extraordinary.

He had just identified the Langya grass, knew its medicinal properties intimately, and it was related to her brother’s illness. She had a gut feeling that perhaps he truly could cure her brother.

After all, she had always respected Old Tang; the people he invited would certainly not be ordinary.

If it really worked, as a medicine enthusiast, she very much wanted to learn from him.

Though she was a noble heiress, she was never afflicted with the so-called princess syndrome. She never judged people by their appearance, nor dismissed anyone because of their background.

She simply felt, from the very first moment she saw Ye Wushang, that he was… comfortable.

“Graceful as… cough cough. Miss Huang, what did you just say? This young man was invited by Tang Wenzong to treat your brother?”

Upon hearing this, Pei Qinghu was astonished.

The revered medicine master raised an eyebrow, looking at Ye Wushang with interest. “So young, yet able to earn the favor of Old Tang.”

“He’s at his wit’s end, I know. It’s not surprising he called for reinforcements, but to bring you in, he must value you greatly.”

Though his words were amicable, in his heart he felt nothing but disdain.

He and Tang Wenzong had crossed paths several times, and their opinions had often clashed on certain cases. As a prominent figure in the Traditional Medicine Association, they privately vied with each other.

Upon learning that Old Tang was losing his edge, he had purposely come to embarrass him.

But to his surprise, the old man didn’t follow the usual script, instead calling in a youngster—wasn’t this just ruining his own reputation?

“Medical practice has nothing to do with age or years of experience,”

“The key is to prescribe appropriately, offering the most reasonable treatment according to the patient’s condition.”

“I believe Mr. Ye has that ability.”

Huang Pianruo was optimistic about Ye Wushang, and also wished to test her own intuition.

Speaking, she raised her head and respectfully said to Ye Wushang, “Mr. Ye, please, come inside.”

“Bastard.”

Pei Qinghu clenched his fists, burning with jealousy.

Aside from his dislike for Tang Wenzong and the annoyance at the people he brought, the real issue was that he had been pursuing Huang Pianruo for three years. Recently, he had finally made some progress—President Huang had promised that if he could cure Huang Pianqiang, he would consider their marriage.

She was about to become his woman, and now she was chatting warmly with another man, right in front of him—wasn’t that a slap in his face?

Yet his anger did not cloud his judgment.

Looking at this Ye Wushang, he didn’t seem particularly capable.

When he went inside, he’d only make a fool of himself.

Once the medicine master cured Huang Pianqiang, he would settle all scores. Let the other man bask for now; soon enough, he’d teach him a lesson!

“Thank you for the invitation, Miss Huang.”

“But before I go in, I have something to settle.”

Ye Wushang nodded in acknowledgment, then raised his head and stared coldly at Pei Qinghu. “You broke my phone. How do you propose to resolve this?”

“What resolution? It’s just a worthless phone—throw it away. Don’t tell me you expect me to pay for it?”

“No need for compensation.” Ye Wushang shook his head and walked forward.

As he approached, recalling how Ye Wushang had dealt with those security guards earlier, Pei Qinghu couldn’t help swallowing nervously.

“What… what do you want?”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to hit me?”

“I warn you, I’m the eldest son of the Pei family, and I have ties with the Huang family…”

“Whoosh.”

Before he could finish, Ye Wushang struck like lightning, pulling a platinum phone worth a hundred thousand from the inside of Pei Qinghu’s suit.

“Bang!”

Without a word, he smashed it to the ground.

Compared to Ye Wushang’s phone, which had merely split in two, Pei Qinghu’s was shattered to pieces!

“You!”

“You broke mine, I broke yours. Now we’re even.”

Ye Wushang gave the fragments a light kick and followed Huang Pianruo into the estate.

“Damn it.”

“How dare you smash my phone and challenge me?”

“If I don’t make you pay, I’m not a Pei!”

Pei Qinghu clenched his fists, watching Ye Wushang’s retreating figure, grinding his teeth with hatred.

“Don’t worry, Qinghu. I’ll get your dignity back in a bit.”

The medicine master patted his shoulder, soothing him. “If Tang Wenzong respects him and Miss Huang values him, the young man might have some skill.”

“But young master Huang’s condition is extremely complicated. Before coming, I studied it thoroughly and believe there’s only one feasible treatment—acupuncture.”

“But I’ll have to adapt to the specifics on site. So, if he goes in, it’ll be pointless—he’ll only embarrass himself, you understand?”

Pei Qinghu nodded respectfully. “Understood.”

“Master Yao, it’s all up to you today.”

“After you cure young master Huang, I plan to propose to Huang Pianruo in front of everyone.”

“President Huang promised me. I’ll seize the opportunity and win her hand in one go.”

“At that time, I’ll ask my father to help. After our contest with the An family is over, I’ll give you the medicinal recipe.”

…

Crossing the lawn and pool, Ye Wushang followed Huang Pianruo into the main hall.

Along the way, Huang Pianruo spoke at length, almost entirely about medicine.

It was clear she was obsessed with sorting medicinal herbs.

To this, Ye Wushang responded in a casual, half-hearted manner.

He was here today primarily to heal, to repay Old Tang’s favor.

As for other entanglements, he wanted no part.

Of course.

Having unexpectedly encountered the eldest son of the Pei family, and as Anlan’s temporary bodyguard, he felt it necessary to inform her about today’s events.

Perhaps it would not be crucial, but precaution was always wise.

“Creak.”

He pushed open the door.

Inside, a middle-aged man with glasses and graying hair sat on the sofa, his expression grave.

Though he looked only fifty or so, he seemed to have aged overnight, haggard and desolate.

Beside him stood two others.

One was a man with the demeanor of a butler.

The other was Old Tang.

His expression was equally complicated.

He held his breath, barely daring to breathe, glancing repeatedly at his watch and murmuring softly.

“Old Tang.”

Ye Wushang spoke.

Old Tang started, then seeing Ye Wushang enter, was overjoyed and quickly stepped forward. “Wushang, you’re finally here.”

“You don’t know—young master Huang’s condition is unstable. He’s had several fevers just now, and is now critically ill.”

“If you hadn’t come, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

As he spoke, he pulled Ye Wushang closer and introduced him, “Come, Wushang, let me introduce you.”

“This is the owner of the Huang estate, and also the president of our Jinghan Clan Association, President Huang Yuanxiang.”

“The patient we’re treating today is President Huang’s son, Huang Pianqiang.”

Ye Wushang’s breath caught.

He hadn’t expected the man to be the president of the Clan Association.

He’d heard of him before, back when he was with the Lan family.

He governed all family business approvals, resource allocations, and domain divisions.

Aside from the financial magnates and the top families, all other clan branches were under the association’s purview.

In short, he wielded immense power—a figure all families vied to win over.

“President Huang, hello. I am Ye Wushang.”

Ye Wushang offered his hand.

Huang Yuanxiang, seeing Ye Wushang, did not relax his furrowed brow.

Out of courtesy, he shook hands briefly, then asked, “Old Tang, are you certain he can cure my son?”

“I am.”

Old Tang understood, and reassured him, “President Huang, please rest assured.”

“Ye Wushang is the finest doctor I’ve ever seen.”

“He diagnoses accurately, treats decisively; your son’s illness can only be cured by him.”

“Don’t be fooled by his youth—his medical skills…”

“No matter how skilled, age must count for something.”

Before he could finish, the medicine master and Pei Qinghu entered the hall, approaching, and laughed, “Age shows experience and breadth.”

“Experience helps avoid unnecessary risks.”

“Of course, Old Tang, I admire your courage in bringing the young man.”

“But since young master Huang’s safety is at stake, the matter of treatment must be handled with the utmost caution.”

Huang Yuanxiang frowned, suspicious. “And you are…?”

“Uncle Huang, this is Medicine Tiancheng, Master Yao. Like Tang Wenzong, he is secretary-general of the Traditional Medicine Association.”

“His medical skills are even more refined, with more honors, especially in cases like Pianqiang’s—he handles them with ease.”

“I specifically invited him to treat Pianqiang. With him here, there’s no problem!”

Pei Qinghu introduced him enthusiastically, pushing Ye Wushang aside—even Old Tang couldn’t get a word in.

“Miss, aren’t you going to help?”

At this moment, Xiaocui, observing, wondered aloud, “Weren’t you quite optimistic about Ye Wushang at the door?”

“That Pei Qinghu hangs around you like a fly every day—I can’t stand him, and now he’s meddling in everything here…”

“No rush.”

Huang Pianruo laughed gently and shook her head. “A thousand theories are worth less than one trial.”

“I chatted with him earlier—he seems very knowledgeable, but I still want to see if he can cure my brother.”

“If he can, I want to get to know him better. If not, then there’s no point wasting my time on him.”

…