Ye Chen Arrested: The Divine Doctor Lands in Jail

The third day after the chamber of commerce banquet.

Gulou Street, in the old city district of Jinling.

By day, this street was a bustling morning market; by night, it transformed into a lively night market.

Vendors selling barbecue, stinky tofu, and candied haws filled the air with the vibrant atmosphere of everyday life.

But today, there was a special stall added to the mix.

A folding table, a plastic chair, and a piece of white cloth draped over the table. On the cloth lay a black needle pouch and a handwritten piece of cardboard.

Scrawled crookedly on the cardboard were four large words.

Free Medical Clinic.

Ye Chen sat behind the stall.

His mental state was terrible.

His eye sockets were sunken, his stubble was a mess, and he had lost a significant amount of weight.

The video from the banquet had gone viral on the internet, with views already surpassing ten million. The comment section was filled with mockery and insults. Phrases like charlatan, incompetent quack, and attention-seeker had been spammed hundreds of thousands of times.

The Zhao family had fallen apart. Zhao Debiao was still locked up, and the rest of the Zhao family had cut off all contact with Ye Chen.

His master's phone remained unreachable.

Su Qingxue had deleted his contact info.

He had less than three hundred yuan in cash left on him, scraped together from his pockets when he left the Zhao family.

He hadn't eaten a full meal in two days.

But Ye Chen had not collapsed.

Though his eyes were bloodshot, a fire still burned deep within them.

He refused to believe he would lose.

He had the inheritance of a Medical Immortal!

His medical skills were real!

So what if he couldn't answer those professors' questions? The patients he cured were real! Zhao Wanshan had been paralyzed for three years, and with just one acupuncture session, he had restored the old man's sensation!

Shen Fei could use his power to suppress him, use the rules to trap him, and snatch away everyone around him.

But there was one thing he couldn't take away.

His skills.

As long as he had his skills, he still had a chance to turn the tables.

That was why he came to set up this stall.

Starting from the very bottom, treating them one by one, building his reputation one person at a time.

Sir, you have cold-dampness rheumatism in your legs. I'll give you a few needles, I guarantee it will work better than medicine.

Sitting opposite Ye Chen was an old man in his sixties, his pant legs rolled up, revealing red and swollen knees.

The old man was half-skeptical.

Young man, can you really treat this? My legs have been hurting for over ten years, and the hospital said I can only get a joint replacement.

Don't worry, I guarantee a cure.

Ye Chen took out his silver needles and skillfully pierced several acupoints around the old man's knees.

One needle.

Two needles.

Three needles.

In less than two minutes, the old man's expression changed.

Eh? It doesn't hurt! It really doesn't hurt anymore!

The old man suddenly stood up, walked a few steps in place, squatted down, and stood up again.

His movements were smooth, without the slightest stiffness!

Over a decade of rheumatism, cured in two minutes!

A miracle! A true miracle!

The old man's face flushed with excitement as he grabbed Ye Chen's hand.

Young man, you are a divine doctor! How much is it? I'll pay!

Ye Chen waved his hand.

No charge. It's a free clinic.

The old man left with a thousand thanks, telling everyone he met along the way.

There's a young man on Gulou Street with heavenly medical skills! He cured my ten-year rheumatism in two minutes! And he doesn't charge a dime!

News spread quickly.

Half an hour later, a long line had formed in front of Ye Chen's stall.

Herniated discs, migraines, facial paralysis, tinnitus... patients with all sorts of ailments came out of admiration.

Ye Chen turned no one away, treating them one after another.

Every single case was handled with effortless ease.

His silver needles seemed to have magic. Within minutes of insertion, the patients' symptoms were significantly alleviated or even completely cured.

The crowd grew larger and larger.

This is amazing! I've had these migraines for three years, and the pain vanished with just one of his needles!

My mom's facial paralysis! The big hospitals said she needed surgery! He fixed it with just a few needles!

This is what you call a true divine doctor!

A hint of a smile finally appeared on Ye Chen's lips.

This was his true battlefield.

Not some chamber of commerce banquet, not some vanity fair of clinking glasses.

But here. In front of patients, under his silver needles.

He was a born divine doctor.

No one could deny that.

The onlookers multiplied, and some even started filming videos to post online.

The winds in the comment sections subtly began to shift.

Wait, isn't this the guy who was mocked at the banquet a few days ago?

His acupuncture is seriously badass... Could those professors even do this?

Damn, he actually has real skills!

Ye Chen sensed this shift, and a strong wave of vindication surged in his heart.

Shen Fei crushed him with theories?

Fine.

Then he would speak with his true strength!

He would let all the common folk of Jinling see who the real healer was!

Word of mouth, once accumulated, was a power that no authority could suppress!

The fighting spirit reignited in Ye Chen's eyes, and the silver needles in his hand became even more sharp and precise.

He felt he was bouncing back from rock bottom.

He felt the gears of fate beginning to turn once more.

He felt the script of his destiny finally returning to its rightful track.

...

But what he didn't know was that from the very first minute he set up his stall, everything had been under Shen Fei's watchful eye.

The Shen family villa, in the study.

Shen Fei leaned back in his chair, the tablet in front of him playing a live surveillance feed of Gulou Street.

On the screen, Ye Chen was busy administering acupuncture to a patient, surrounded by three layers of crowds.

Shen Fei watched for a while, then picked up his teacup and took a sip.

He sure can put up a struggle.

On the system panel, Ye Chen's Luck Value was ticking upward.

5288.

5310.

5335.

It was rising.

Though the increase wasn't huge, the trend was clear.

Ye Chen was using what he was best at to salvage his reputation. If left to continue, his Luck Value would slowly recover.

Given enough time, he might even stage a full comeback.

After all, his medical skills were the real deal.

But Shen Fei was not going to give him that time.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

Help me make an anonymous report. Someone is practicing medicine without a license on Gulou Street in Jinling, suspected of the crime of illegal medical practice. Yes, it's the guy from that viral video.

On the other end of the line.

Understood, Young Master Shen.

Hanging up, Shen Fei put down his phone.

He glanced down at Ye Chen's slowly climbing Luck Value on the system panel.

5352.

5370.

Shen Fei placed his teacup back on the table, his voice very light.

Keep rising.

The higher you climb, the harder you'll fall.

...

Gulou Street.

Ye Chen had continuously treated nearly thirty patients.

His forehead was beaded with sweat, but his spirit was extremely euphoric.

Word of mouth had completely broken open.

The line stretched from his stall all the way to the end of the street, with at least a hundred people waiting.

Some people even took a taxi specifically from the neighboring district just to see him.

What excited Ye Chen even more was that several patients insisted on shoving money into his hands after being treated. The least was two hundred, and the most was two thousand.

He had initially said he wouldn't accept money, but he couldn't withstand their insistence and eventually had to accept it.

Bits and pieces added together, he already had over ten thousand yuan.

He had money.

He had a reputation.

In a few more days, his fame would completely spread throughout Jinling.

When that time came, wouldn't all those high officials and wealthy nobles have to come begging him whenever they had an incurable disease?

When that time came, what would Shen Fei amount to?

Thinking of this, Ye Chen's chest swelled with immense pride and ambition.

He was just preparing to administer acupuncture to the next patient, the silver needle already pinched between his fingers.

Right at this moment.

Wooo—wooo—wooo—

Piercing sirens echoed from the intersection!

Not just one car.

Three!

Two law enforcement vehicles and an official car from the Health Supervision Bureau drove into Gulou Street one after another, braking sharply in front of Ye Chen's stall!

The doors opened, and seven or eight uniformed officers jumped out.

The crowd of onlookers immediately grew restless.

What is going on?

Law enforcement is here!

They are not here to arrest that young man, are they?

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a health supervision badge on his chest, his face stern.

He walked up to Ye Chen and showed his ID.

Hello, we are from the Jinling City Health Comprehensive Supervision and Law Enforcement Bureau. We received reports from the public that you are suspected of practicing medicine in a public place without a license.

Please show your Medical Practitioner's License and Medical Institution Practice License.

The whole place went quiet.

The silver needle in Ye Chen's hand froze in mid-air.

Medical Practitioner's License.

Those words again.

At the chamber of commerce banquet, Shen Fei had used those exact words to make him lose all face.

Now, those same words had become a real iron fist smashing down on his head.

I do not have one.

Ye Chen's voice was hoarse.

But my medical skills are real! These patients can testify! I cured their illnesses!

The lead officer remained expressionless.

I will ask you one more time, do you have a Medical Practitioner's License?

I told you I do not! But I—

Then please cooperate with our investigation. According to Article 14 of the Law on Licensed Physicians of the People's Republic of China, anyone who has not registered and obtained a practice certificate shall not engage in medical practice. You are suspected of illegal medical practice, and we need to investigate and handle your case.

The officer waved behind him.

Two men stepped forward, standing on either side of Ye Chen.

Please come with us.

Ye Chen's blood rushed to his head!

On what grounds are you arresting me!

He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair to the ground.

I am saving people! I have cured dozens of patients! The big hospitals could not cure their illnesses, but I did! Why do you not go after those black clinics that overprescribe medication to scam people out of their money, instead of arresting me for running a free clinic?

His voice grew louder, his eyes full of anger and disbelief.

The crowd of onlookers also erupted.

The man is doing a good deed! Why arrest him!

Exactly! He cured my back! He is a good person!

Isn't this crossing the bridge and burning it!

But the officers remained unmoved.

The leader looked at Ye Chen coldly.

I understand how you feel. But the law is the law. Engaging in medical activities without a license is illegal. No matter how many people you have cured, the nature of the act does not change.

Moreover, you collected fees from the patients. This constitutes for-profit illegal medical practice. If the circumstances are serious, criminal liability will be pursued.

Ye Chen's body jolted!

The money those patients had forced upon him!

He had accepted it without thinking much at the time!

But legally, as long as he took the money, it was for-profit illegal medical practice!

The nature of the situation was completely different!

Ye Chen wanted to explain that the money was given voluntarily by the patients, but the two officers had already come up and grabbed his arms.

Let go of me!

Ye Chen struggled briefly.

He was a powerhouse at the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm. Breaking free from two ordinary people would be a piece of cake.

But he did not dare.

If he really made a move, it would not just be about illegal medical practice anymore; it would be assaulting law enforcement officers!

That meant prison!

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his whole body trembling, veins bulging, but he held back from fighting.

The feeling was like a fierce tiger chained by iron links, clearly possessing the power to tear everything apart, yet forced to stand in place and endure.

Suffocating.

A kind of suffocation he had never experienced before.

Click.

Cold metal handcuffs clamped around Ye Chen's wrists.

At that moment, all the sounds around him seemed to be sucked away.

Ye Chen looked down at the handcuffs on his wrists.

Silver, cold, and heavy.

He had cultivated in the Kunlun Mountains for twenty years, and nothing had ever been able to bind him.

And now, a pair of handcuffs had locked him down.

Not because they were incredibly strong.

But because they represented a power he could not resist.

Rules.

Law.

Order.

These things were more powerful than any martial arts, because you did not even have the right to fight back.

Ye Chen was escorted toward the police car by the two officers.

The crowd automatically parted to make way.

Some were sighing.

Some were recording videos.

Some were cursing the officers for being ruthless.

But most just watched in silence, their eyes complex.

When Ye Chen reached the police car, he suddenly stopped.

He turned his head and looked at the crowd.

His gaze swept past those unfamiliar faces, as if searching for something.

But he found nothing.

Su Qingxue was not here.

His master was not here.

Zhao Debiao was not here.

Not a single person had come to save him.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of Ye Chen's mouth as he got into the back seat of the police car.

The door closed.

Sirens wailed.

The three vehicles drove away from Gulou Street one after another.

The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving only an overturned folding table and a piece of cardboard that read Free Medical Treatment.

The wind blew, flipping the cardboard over.

The back was blank.

There was nothing.

Much like Ye Chen's current predicament.

...

Jinling City Detention Center.

Ye Chen was brought into an interrogation room with four white walls.

He gave a statement, pressed his fingerprints, and signed his name.

Throughout the entire process, he did not say a word, like a walking corpse.

Finally, the officers announced their decision.

Ye Chen, you are suspected of illegal medical practice. You are hereby sentenced to fifteen days of administrative detention according to the law. If you disagree with the penalty decision, you may apply for administrative reconsideration within sixty days of receiving the decision letter.

Fifteen days.

Ye Chen closed his eyes.

He was taken into a holding cell.

The sound of the iron door closing was dull and cold.

Ye Chen sat on the hard iron bed, looking at the pale fluorescent light above his head.

He suddenly smiled.

A silent, soundless smile.

It had been less than a month since he came down from the mountain.

He had lost the support of the Zhao family.

Lost his master's protection.

Lost Su Qingxue's trust.

Lost his reputation.

Lost his freedom.

He had nothing left.

And there was only one person responsible for all of this.

Shen Fei.

Ye Chen's smile vanished, replaced by a hatred that seeped from his very bones.

An intense, burning, all-consuming hatred.

Shen Fei...

His voice was so low it sounded like it was coming from underground.

I will definitely get out.

And when I do, I will make you pay.

The fluorescent light above the iron bed buzzed.

No one heard his words.

And no one cared.

...

Shen Family Villa, Study.

Shen Fei set down the tablet in his hand.

On the screen was the law enforcement video from Gulou Street.

The footage of Ye Chen being handcuffed and taken away had already been uploaded to all major platforms by Shen Fei's people the moment it happened.

The title was carefully chosen.

Unrivaled Miracle Doctor Detained for Illegal Medical Practice! Unlicensed Practice and Collecting Fees, Police Have Opened a Case!

This title formed a perfect callback to the video from the chamber of commerce banquet a few days ago.

First, he was publicly questioned for not having a license, and then he was arrested because he did not have a license.

It was a textbook example of social death.

The wind in the comment section had completely changed direction.

"Serves him right! If you don't have a license, don't come out and harm people!"

"Before, there were still people washing him, saying his medical skills were good? Can good medical skills justify breaking the law?"

"The shame of Jinling! He's lost face all over the country!"

Shen Fei closed the comment section and looked at the system panel.

[Son of Fortune Ye Chen has been detained! Social reputation has collapsed for a second time! Personal freedom has been restricted!]

[Ye Chen's Fortune Value plummets: -600!]

[Current Ye Chen Fortune Value: 5370 -> 4770]

[The crack in the Dao Heart expands! The will of the Son of Fortune begins to waver!]

From the initial 8888 to the current 4770.

Nearly cut in half.

Shen Fei leaned back in his chair, looking at the darkening sky outside the window.

Ye Chen was locked up.

Fifteen days.

During these fifteen days, Ye Chen couldn't do anything.

And Shen Fei could do a lot of things.

For example, further win over Su Qingxue.

For example, completely harvest Ye Chen's remaining opportunities.

For example, send a "gift" to Ye Chen in the detention center.

Shen Fei picked up his phone and scrolled to a photo.

The photo was taken yesterday.

Su Qingxue was wearing loungewear, standing in the kitchen of Shen Fei's villa, making soup.

Her expression was serious, and her side profile was illuminated by the warm yellow light, showing less coldness and more gentleness.

This photo was casually taken by the butler, and Su Qingxue didn't know about it.

Shen Fei looked at the photo and thought for a few seconds.

Then he saved it into a separate folder.

"I'll keep this photo for later use."

"Now is not the time."

He put down his phone, stood up, and walked toward the door.

Ye Chen was living like a year in the detention center.

And he still had a lot of things to do.

Su Qingxue's side needed to be pushed forward.

The medicine cauldron in the antique street needed to be obtained in advance.

During the fifteen-day window, he would dig out Ye Chen's roots cleanly.

When Ye Chen came out, he would find that he had nothing left.

At that time, the really interesting part would begin.

Shen Fei walked out of the study.

At the end of the corridor, Ling Shuang and Ling Xue stood side by side, like two unsheathed sharp blades.

"Young Master."

The two spoke in unison.

Shen Fei glanced at them without stopping.

"Go to the antique street with me tomorrow."

"There's something I need to collect."