The Willows and the Flowers are Bright and There is No Village

"Quick, bring up the surveillance footage from yesterday to take a look," urged several detectives when they heard there was a hidden camera, feeling the case had gained a new breakthrough.

The angle of the hidden camera was very good. The man in the white coat masquerading as a doctor last night was quickly identified, though unfortunately his face was covered with a mask, making it impossible to confirm his identity right away.

Now things were quite clear - someone was trying to frame Ye Feng.

"Think carefully if you've offended anyone recently," the detective said, evidently intent on finding a breakthrough from Ye Feng.

Unfortunately, no matter how Ye Feng wracked his brains, he couldn't think of anyone he had offended.

Speaking of his high school days, Ye Feng had either been practicing cultivation techniques or studying diligently.

As for recently, he had only won a match against another person in the competition held by the Immortals' Alliance. Even then, he had been soundly thrashed himself, with embarrassing battle records.

Surely no one would bear a grudge against their own defeated underling, right? No way, no way!

With no more clues to be found from Ye Feng, the detectives decided to start investigating the surveillance footage to trace the perpetrator's whereabouts.

But before the detectives could begin their investigation, their colleagues at the police station sent over the latest news - a male corpse had been discovered near Jiang City, suspected to be the masked man.

With the investigation reaching this point, Ye Feng was off the hook.

At the hospital entrance, just as Ye Feng was about to bid Old Master Dong farewell, he saw the old master beckoning and saying, "Ye my friend, since you've taken the day off anyway, why not take this opportunity to pay me a visit?"

Seeing the hopeful look on Zhao Zhou's face, Ye Feng had no choice but to reply, "Then I shall obey and not decline your kind offer."

The two cars set off one after another, leaving the hospital behind.

In the hospital restroom, Director Zhu let out a yawn as he opened his eyes, realizing he had dozed off sitting on the toilet bowl. He quickly finished his business, pulled up his pants, and set off on his journey home.

Ah, he must have been too tired from last night's activities. At his age, it's best to take things easy - he would take today off to rest.

On the other end, Zhou Luo had already received the news of the failed operation. Fortunately, he had eliminated all traces of evidence beforehand, so there was nothing to worry about for the time being.

However, he could no longer openly act against Ye Feng recently, otherwise...

The Hall of Healing

Ye Feng was brought to the reception room on the third floor. Dong Meng dutifully served everyone tea, very much like a proper hostess.

After taking a sip of tea and wetting his throat, Old Master Dong finally spoke. "Hearing my granddaughter's description yesterday, and looking at the needling technique on the corpse today, I took the liberty to guess that Ye my friend seems to practice the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles."

Ye Feng nodded. "Old Master Dong is very perceptive. I did in fact use the Ghost Needle Stop yesterday, one of the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles."

Delighted that his guess was correct, Old Master Dong went on enthusiastically, "Ye my friend, you have mastered such a supreme skill at your young age. It seems you come from a family tradition of medicine."

Ye Feng humbly replied, "I can't say it's a family tradition. I was fortunate enough to take a reclusive mountain master as my teacher some years ago and learned a thing or two from him."

Curious, Old Master Dong asked, "May I know who your master is?"

Ye Feng shook his head. "I dare not disclose anything without my master's permission."

Old Master Dong quickly apologized. "How rude of me, please forgive me."

To ease the awkwardness, Dong Jianye quickly changed the subject, discussing medical issues with Ye Feng instead.

Dong Jianye had approached the discussion with a mentoring mindset, but unexpectedly found Ye Feng's competence surprisingly high despite his youth. Gradually, the two were conversing more as equals.

Listening to their high-level exchange, Dong Meng took careful notes, greatly enlightened by the grandmaster-level conversation.

Deeply influenced by her grandfather since young, she had a passion for medicine herself, aspiring to become a medical sage like him one day.

Facing the seemingly unremarkable young Ye Feng, she also gradually developed an affinity for him, especially after listening to their lofty discussion, showing signs that she was well on her way to becoming a Ye Feng fangirl.

"Master, there is a difficult patient downstairs," reported one of his disciples.

The Hall of Healing was one of Dong Jianye's establishments. In recent years as he grew older, he no longer had the same vigor as before. His disciples usually attended consultations in his stead, only calling for him when they failed to resolve a case.

"Ye my friend, let's go take a look together."

The disciple who delivered the report looked at Ye Feng in surprise - the master rarely held anyone with such high regard, let alone someone so young. However, he did not say anything more and simply led the way.

Consultation Room

Ye Feng and Old Master Dong examined the patient's condition in turn. It was a 10-year-old child staring blankly ahead, completely unresponsive to the surroundings. At first glance he resembled someone possessed by ghosts.

The child's anxious parents watched the doctors' diagnosis but dared not make a sound.

They had already consulted countless hospitals to no avail. The Hall of Healing represented their last ray of hope.

Seeing Ye Feng's composure, Old Master Dong remarked, "It seems Ye my friend has already made a diagnosis?"

Ye Feng nodded slightly. "That's right. This patient's symptoms were likely caused by prolonged high fever leading to cerebral cortex dysfunction - simply put, dementia."

Dementia?

Upon hearing that, the child's mother almost lost her footing. No matter how one looked at it, dementia patients had severe impacts on a family, let alone a child this young. This represented a fatal blow to an ordinary family like theirs.

Fortunately, the child's father quickly steadied his wife and asked, "So Doctor, is there any cure for this illness?"

Dong Jianye shook his head helplessly. "I'm afraid dementia involves the brain and mental issues - that is beyond my area of expertise. However, you may wish to try Medicine Alliance Hall in the capital city. My old friend there specializes in this field. Perhaps..."

Just as Dong Jianye wanted to say more, he suddenly recalled something and turned to Ye Feng. "I almost forgot. According to legend, the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles are especially proficient with mental illnesses. Since Ye my friend could identify the condition at a glance, do you happen to have a solution?"

The child's parents originally thought Ye Feng was one of Dong Jianye's disciples. The earlier question was merely to test him. Unexpectedly, this was also an esteemed doctor.

However, considering his age, he seemed rather incompatible with the image of an old Chinese medicine practitioner.

Moreover, looking at that lush, jet black hairline still hanging on his forehead, nothing about his appearance suggested a sage-like superior.

Still, Dong Jianye's reputation was simply too resounding. The child's parents refrained from commenting.

Seeing all eyes on him, Ye Feng remained unruffled and stated calmly, "It's not a major problem."

"Oh?" Although impressed by Ye Feng's theoretical knowledge, Old Master Dong still asked prudently, "How confident are you?"

"Ninety percent. Any higher and I might get arrogant."

The impulsiveness of youth. Old Master Dong understood that, but still had to seek the family's opinion.

The child's parents struggled with indecision. "Well... don't get me wrong, but isn't this doctor a little too...? And Old Master Dong, even you aren't confident... We're just..."