Chapter Fifty-Six: Get Out of My Sight!

“So you are the Divine Doctor Yao.”
Hearing Pei Qinghu’s introduction, Huang Yuanxiang’s face lit up with joy. His previous worry vanished, replaced by excitement as he grasped Yao Tiancheng’s hand and asked, “You’ve heard about my son’s illness from Qinghu, haven’t you?”
“Do you have any way to cure him? If you can heal my son, the Huang family will spare no effort in expressing our gratitude.”
“Yes, I’ve learned all about the condition.”
Yao Tiancheng nodded slightly, speaking with calm assurance, “From what you’ve described, your son’s illness is indeed serious.”
“However, I’ve always relished tackling difficult medical cases, and muscle atrophy of this sort is one of my specialities.”
“In my view, a combination of Western medical diagnostics, Chinese acupuncture, and an integrated approach may be worth trying.”
His words were eloquent and convincing.
Huang Yuanxiang was visibly moved, nodding repeatedly, “An integrated approach, excellent, truly excellent.”
“For Divine Doctor Yao to blend the strengths of both traditions, my son’s recovery is within reach.”
Yet, Ye Wushang frowned, muttering under his breath, “Western medicine treats symptoms, while Chinese medicine addresses the root.”
“These two systems are completely different; mixing them creates nothing but a hybrid without substance.”
“If blending them could cure everything, then why keep the two separate?”
“Western medicine will never replace the role of Chinese medicine!”
Though his voice was low, someone still overheard.
Pei Qinghu snorted, glaring at him. “Boy, how dare you disparage Divine Doctor Yao’s medical theories?”
“You have no right to speak here. Keep spouting nonsense, and I’ll throw you out right now!”
“Young man, you should watch your words as you do your meals,” Yao Tiancheng interjected.
He was already displeased with Ye Wushang for being associated with Tang Wenzong.
Now, hearing his theories criticized in public, Yao’s anger flared, his tone icy, “Perhaps you know a little about medicine, but at your age, you can’t have much clinical experience. My methods are forged in hundreds, even thousands, of cases. If you keep talking nonsense, you may bite your own tongue.”
“I—”
“Enough!”
Ye Wushang wished to argue further, but Huang Yuanxiang cut him off with a cold dismissal, “I have long heard of Divine Doctor Yao’s skill.”
“His visit today is an honor for the Huang family, a blessing for my son.”
“I believe in his approach, and I am confident he can cure my boy.”
“For the sake of Old Tang, I won’t throw you out, but I hope you won’t spread alarmist talk or confuse the others here!”
On hearing this,
Old Tang was alarmed and hurried to placate him, “President Huang, please calm yourself. Wushang merely has his own perspective.”
“Besides, I truly have no solution for your son’s condition.”
“I invited Wushang here precisely to let him examine the patient—he—”
“He can wait his turn,” Huang Yuanxiang replied dismissively. “Since he’s here, he may as well stay and observe.”
“If Divine Doctor Yao should fail, we’ll try something else. But I believe, with Divine Doctor Yao present, there’s no need for anyone else.”
With that, his expression shifted, and he turned to Yao Tiancheng, bowing respectfully, “Divine Doctor Yao, there’s no time to lose. Let’s go upstairs at once.”
“Pianqiang’s had recurrent fevers four or five times now. The monitors show his vitals are near zero. I am terribly worried…”
“Don’t worry, President Huang. I’ll examine him right now.”
With a dismissive wave and a scornful glance at Ye Wushang, Yao Tiancheng followed Huang Yuanxiang upstairs.
“Wushang, my apologies.”
Seeing Ye Wushang’s sullen look, Old Tang hurried over, his tone both apologetic and embarrassed, “I had no idea President Huang would invite Yao Tiancheng.”
“I know you’re upset, but President Huang has been good to me. I can’t ignore his son’s illness.”

“I understand your frustration, but for my sake, please stay.”
“I know Yao Tiancheng’s abilities—he won’t be able to cure the young master. Only you are his true hope.”
Old Tang bowed deeply, his face full of sincerity.
Ye Wushang was indeed simmering with anger.
Given his temperament, not losing his temper in public was already an achievement.
If they didn’t want him, he could simply leave.
But seeing Old Tang’s remorseful expression, he couldn’t bear it. He took a deep breath and nodded, “Very well, I’ll treat him for your sake.”
“But let me make this clear—if President Huang treats me with such contempt again, even if he gets on his knees to beg, I won’t lift a finger.”
Old Tang, deeply grateful, nodded, “Thank you for your understanding, Wushang. Let’s head upstairs quickly.”
…
In the second-floor bedroom,
The group gathered around the sickbed, where Huang Pianqiang lay motionless.
Medical equipment surrounded him, sensors attached to his frail body, an oxygen mask covering his face. Whether from the data or his appearance,
He was clearly at death’s door, his demise imminent.
Ye Wushang, standing at the back, took one look and made his diagnosis.
Huang Pianqiang did suffer from muscle atrophy, but contrary to what was claimed, it was not due to brittle bones or poor blood supply.
Rather, it was caused by blocked meridians, obstructed blood flow that couldn’t reach his limbs, slowly destroying his bones and causing his emaciated, listless state.
To resolve this, aside from acupuncture to unblock the meridians and bloodletting to restore the bones, rare medicinal salves would be needed to cover the damaged bone, then inner strength used to stimulate regeneration.
“Well, Divine Doctor Yao, what do you think of my son’s condition?”
Huang Yuanxiang was impatient for an answer.
After feeling the pulse, Yao Tiancheng’s frown relaxed and he replied coolly, “It’s not a major issue.”
“Muscle atrophy has led to organ failure, but this is only a surface effect.”
“As long as the muscles regain vitality and the pressure is relieved, your son’s symptoms will naturally improve.”
“As I said, Western diagnostics first, using MRI scans, then I’ll employ acupuncture to unblock the meridians and let blood.”
As he spoke,
He glanced aside, and his assistant promptly brought over the equipment, connecting the monitors to Huang Pianqiang.
Yao Tiancheng, silver needles in hand, waited for the equipment to hum to life, then began his acupuncture with practiced ease.
Everyone watched intently.
His technique was skilled—steady, rhythmic, and elegant, reminiscent of a flowing stream, captivating to behold.
It had to be said, his foundation was solid, his needling impressive, yet his diagnosis was off, and the chosen meridian points incorrect.
While this would not seriously harm the patient, it could do little to resolve the muscle atrophy.
Time slipped by.
Half an hour passed in a flash, and as Ye Wushang pondered which medicinal salve to use on the brittle bones,
Yao Tiancheng suddenly changed his needling approach, shifting from targeting acupoints to stimulating tendons, forcefully opening the meridians by attacking the sinews and bones.
This could briefly stimulate the nerves, but would also inflict severe damage on them.
“Stop!”
Matters of life and death brooked no delay; Ye Wushang could not help but shout.
If the nerves in the bone marrow were destroyed, it would make his own treatment far more difficult.
“Your technique is wrong. However adept your needling, it’s useless.”
“You’re not saving a life—you’re harming one!”
With that,
Ye Wushang tried to rush forward, but Pei Qinghu barred his way. “You cur, what are you shouting for?”

“Divine Doctor Yao is a famed healer; he can’t possibly be mistaken. Stop your alarmist nonsense!”
Yao Tiancheng cast him a cold glance, replying, “My acupuncture is ever-changing; only sticking to one method is what you read in books.”
“To heal, one must adapt to the patient’s condition. Do you think a few years of study makes you a healer?”
With that,
He twisted the needle sharply.
After several rapid thrusts, the previously unconscious Huang Pianqiang suddenly erupted in a fit of coughing and woke up.
Though his eyes remained closed, the monitors showed his vital signs climbing rapidly, signifying apparent recovery.
“My son!”
Huang Yuanxiang, elated, rushed to his side.
Beside him, Huang Pianruo was also visibly moved, her fists clenched in excitement.
She had placed her hopes in Ye Wushang, and when he tried to intervene, she had been anxious.
But now, after Yao Tiancheng’s integrated treatment, her brother was clearly improving.
In other words,
Ye Wushang had indeed been speaking nonsense.
She realized she had misjudged him.
As Huang Pianqiang’s vital signs improved, he whimpered softly.
Compared with his previous near-dead state, this was a dramatic change.
The room erupted in thunderous applause.
“As expected of Divine Doctor Yao—he’s brought the young master back to life!”
“Amazing! Western diagnostics, Chinese acupuncture, integration of traditions—Divine Doctor Yao is truly without equal, past or present!”
“Spectacular, truly spectacular. I’m convinced.”
“That brat was talking nonsense just now. Good thing Young Master Hu stopped him; otherwise, who knows what might have happened if he’d disrupted the treatment.”
The crowd exchanged looks and broke into excited discussion.
Their admiration for Yao Tiancheng was sincere.
But when they looked to Ye Wushang, their gazes were mocking, their tones hostile.
“Well, boy, do you still dare claim Divine Doctor Yao can’t heal?”
Pei Qinghu sneered at him. “With one move, he saved the young master—could you?”
“Tang Wenzong was useless himself, and brought you along just to spout nonsense. What were you two hoping to achieve?”
Old Tang was crestfallen,
Unable to understand.
Given what he knew of Yao Tiancheng’s abilities, this should have been impossible.
Yet here was Huang Pianqiang, alive again. Though he found it hard to accept, he couldn’t deny the reality.
“It’s just a fleeting recovery—what’s there to celebrate?”
Unmoved by the ridicule, Ye Wushang shook his head as he gazed at Huang Pianqiang, “You’ve destroyed his bone marrow neurons, and sealed off the meridian points entirely. In less than five minutes, his condition will deteriorate further.”
“Had you not intervened, the young master might have lived a few more days, but now, within ten minutes, he’ll die from muscular atrophy…”
“Silence!”
Huang Yuanxiang roared, glaring at Ye Wushang with fury, “My son is awake and you still dare spout nonsense here!”
“Get out! The Huang family has no place for you!”
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