The Divine Doctor

In the afternoon, after Qin Ning and the other two had rested in their room, they took the elevator straight down to the first-floor lobby.

Qin Fei and Cheng Weiyang had to go to the branch company to review some contracts. Qin Ning planned to take them sightseeing around Linshui City once they were done.

After all, this was a tourist city; since they were already here, they naturally had to enjoy themselves.

However, just as they stepped out of the elevator, Qin Ning spotted a familiar figure not far from the doors.

It was Feng Zhenyang, the top official of Qiong Province.

Wu Lei and the Peng father and son had left long ago, but Feng Zhenyang seemed to have been waiting here the whole time.

Seeing Qin Ning appear, Feng Zhenyang hurried forward with a quick stride. He bowed deeply to Qin Ning, who had just walked out of the elevator. His posture was extremely humble, and his tone was full of pleading, even carrying a faintly imperceptible tremble. "Young Master Qin... please wait..."

Qin Ning paused his steps. His profound gaze fell upon Feng Zhenyang. His expression was placid, without the slightest ripple. "What is it?"

That gaze seemed casual, but it made Feng Zhenyang's heart tighten. He quickly straightened his posture, his tone respectful yet urgent. "Young Master Qin, I beg you to show mercy and save my father!"

As he spoke, Feng Zhenyang's eyes turned slightly red. The composure he usually maintained as the Party Secretary completely faded, leaving only the anxiety and helplessness of a son. "My father has been bedridden for over a month. The experts from all the major hospitals are helpless and can only barely keep him alive with medication. He is wasting away day by day. I... I truly have nowhere else to turn. I beg for your help. As long as you can save my father, I am willing to do anything you ask!"

The atmosphere by the elevator suddenly grew heavy and quiet. Qin Fei and Cheng Weiyang stood by Qin Ning's side without saying a word. Qin Ning's gaze lingered on Feng Zhenyang's haggard face for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke slowly, "It is rare for you to have such filial piety."

With that, he looked at Qin Fei and Cheng Weiyang beside him. "You two head over to the branch company first. I'll pick you up later when I'm done."

"Okay, brother," Qin Fei nodded obediently.

Qin Ning then looked back at Feng Zhenyang in front of him and said flatly, "Let's go."

Surprise and joy immediately bloomed on Feng Zhenyang's face. He was so excited that his voice trembled, and he quickly bowed deeply to Qin Ning again. "Thank you, Young Master Qin! Thank you, Young Master Qin! The car is just outside the hotel, please follow me!"

Soon, they walked out of the hotel lobby, and Qin Ning followed Feng Zhenyang into a car.

The car drove off toward the distant streets.

Along the way, Feng Zhenyang kept muttering the details of the old man's illness, terrified of missing anything that might affect Qin Ning's judgment.

After all, from Elder Zeng's hints over the phone earlier, he had roughly guessed that Qin Ning must possess extremely superb medical skills. Since the other party was willing to lend a hand this time, it would naturally be through medical treatment.

But little did Feng Zhenyang know, he was completely mistaken in his assumptions.

The car soon stopped outside a residential complex. Feng Zhenyang got out first and hurried over to Qin Ning's side of the car, respectfully opening the door for him. "Young Master Qin, please."

The two took the elevator to the thirteenth floor.

As soon as they entered, they heard the sound of the television coming from the living room.

However, although the TV was on, there was no one on the sofa.

Qin Ning smelled a very strong scent of traditional Chinese medicine, as if it had just been brewed.

Hearing the door open, a middle-aged woman walked out of a room carrying a bowl, which still contained some medicinal dregs.

Tao Hong, this was Feng Zhenyang's wife.

Seeing Feng Zhenyang return so suddenly, she was momentarily taken aback. "Zhenyang, why are you back so early today? Did something happen?"

Feng Zhenyang did not answer her question, but instead asked, "How is Dad?"

"He's getting ready to rest. I just finished brewing the medicine and fed it to him."

After replying, Tao Hong looked at Qin Ning with a curious expression. "And this is..."

"This is Young Master Qin. He's here to treat Dad."

Feng Zhenyang did not explain further and looked respectfully at Qin Ning.

"Let's go, take me in to see him," Qin Ning said calmly.

Soon, led by Feng Zhenyang, Qin Ning entered a room.

A medicinal smell even stronger than before wafted over. Looking ahead, he saw a white-haired old man lying on the bed. His face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was faint; he looked extremely weak.

Old Master Feng had not yet fallen asleep, and his consciousness was still relatively clear. Lying on the bed preparing to rest, he showed a look of curiosity when he saw Feng Zhenyang walk in.

Feng Zhenyang walked to the bedside and spoke up, "Dad, this is Young Master Qin. He is here to treat your illness."

Tao Hong followed them in, still holding the bowl that had contained the medicine. She was curious, not understanding why Feng Zhenyang had brought a young man home.

A doctor?

Even if he was a doctor, he was far too young.

With the old man's condition, many famous doctors and experts were completely helpless. Could this young fellow really have a solution?

Carrying these doubts in her heart, she did not ask any questions, but rather stood obediently in the back without saying a word.

After hearing Feng Zhenyang's words, the old man squeezed out a forced smile. He looked at Qin Ning and said, "Young man, I'll have to trouble you then. However, my illness might be a bit complicated, so please don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"It's fine."

Qin Ning smiled faintly, then walked to the bedside. He reached out a couple of fingers and gently rested them on the old man's wrist.

Feng Zhenyang stood to the side, not even daring to breathe too loudly. His eyes were fixed on Qin Ning's expression, his heart filled with both tension and anticipation.

After about a few seconds, Qin Ning withdrew his fingers and spoke slowly, "The meridians are blocked, the qi and blood are in chaos, and coupled with lingering old ailments, ordinary medicine has a hard time penetrating the body. That is why he has been wasting away day by day."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

Hearing this, a look of pleasant surprise immediately appeared on Feng Zhenyang's face.

They had had the old man examined more than once before, and what all the doctors said was roughly the same as what Qin Ning had just stated.

But the difference was that the previous times, such conclusions were only reached after extensive examinations using a whole pile of medical equipment.

Now, Qin Ning had merely taken a casual look and understood the entire situation thoroughly!

A divine doctor!

This was a true divine doctor!

Feng Zhenyang appeared incredibly excited.

No wonder even Elder Zeng valued him so highly. For Huaxia to have such a divine doctor, he was truly a great asset to the nation!

Similar to Feng Zhenyang, the old man and Tao Hong were equally astonished, and a sense of hope couldn't help but rise in their hearts.

At this time, Feng Zhenyang spoke up to ask again, his voice trembling slightly, "Young... Young Master Qin, can it be cured?"

Qin Ning glanced at him, his tone calm. "It can."

These simple words allowed Feng Zhenyang's hanging heart to finally settle completely. He was so agitated he almost burst into tears. "Thank you, Young Master Qin! Thank you, Young Master Qin! As long as you can save my father..."

"Save your words for later."

Qin Ning waved his hand, interrupting Feng Zhenyang's words. Then, he looked at Old Master Feng lying on the bed and said calmly, "Old Master Feng, close your eyes first."