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."

Recommend Series

The Essence Is the Moon, and I Am the Greatest Mystery in This World

The Essence Is the Moon, and I Am the Greatest Mystery in This World

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

Becoming the Emperor in a Female-Oriented Novel, and You Want Me to Kneel and Apologize?

Becoming the Emperor in a Female-Oriented Novel, and You Want Me to Kneel and Apologize?

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

I Feed Myself to the Demons in the Demon Suppression Bureau

I Feed Myself to the Demons in the Demon Suppression Bureau

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

Every Sect Member Gives Me One Year of Cultivation Every Day

Every Sect Member Gives Me One Year of Cultivation Every Day

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”