Chapter 3: Let's Get Married_1

Zhang Zhongliang's already exhausted old face darkened immediately. He glared at Qin Feng and asked, "Are you saying I made a mistake with the acupuncture?"

"The old master is over ninety years old and his condition isn't an illness, but the natural decline of a man's vital energies. Treating him with the Taiyi Nine Needles is indeed feasible. The first eight needles were no problem, but your last needle, which is the most critical, should not have been placed at the Lingxu Acupoint. It should have gone directly into the old master's heart."

"Using a Silver Needle on the heart? Won't that just kill him outright? You ignorant young brat, don't spout nonsense here!"

Zhang Zhongliang pointed at the monitor and said, "Look at all the data on the screen, it's all improving. This proves that my last needle was correct and that I've successfully brought Old Mr. Song back!"

"The old master hasn't been brought back; this is just a dying flash of health!"

"I am the fifty-eighth-generation descendant of the Divine Doctor Zhang Zhongjing! The Taiyi Nine Needles I just used were created by the Divine Doctor himself and passed down only to descendants of the Zhang Family.

"My Zhang Family has been practicing medicine for eighteen hundred years. Of those among the Zhang descendants who have the skill to use the Taiyi Nine Needles, never have I heard of anyone failing.

"You young upstart, speaking without knowledge! Open your eyes wider and look carefully - the data on the monitor is still improving. Just now, Old Mr. Song's fingers twitched slightly."

Zhang Zhongliang hadn't finished speaking when the machines started to alarm.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

All the data turned to zero.

Song Chengqian's legs kicked once, then stopped moving.

Zhang Zhongliang panicked and shouted, "Quick, resuscitate him!"

Then, directing his assistants, they attempted to resuscitate Song Chengqian. However, in the end, they could not bring him back.

Dead?

Song Chengqian was really dead!

Zhang Zhongliang placed his hands in front of him and bowed deeply to Song Chengqian's body.

Then he turned to look at Song Yuanshan with a face full of regret and said, "Mr. Song, the old master was of advanced age, experiencing the natural decay of his vital energies. I did everything within my power. However, I regret that in the end, I could not save him. Please accept my condolences!"

"Lend me a Silver Needle!"

Qin Feng picked up a Silver Needle, mobilizing the sparse Xuanhuang Qi from his Dantian and sending it upward until it all gathered at his pupils.

With this, he could see with clairvoyance.

Inside a blood vessel on Song Chengqian's heart, there was a small clot. As long as the clot was dissolved, Song Chengqian could be revived immediately.

The clot was so tiny that not even the world's top medical equipment could detect it, but Qin Feng could see it clearly.

Qin Feng's needle plunged down, and the Silver Needle pierced into Song Chengqian's heart, hitting the clot directly. Then, using the Silver Needle, he channeled the Xuanhuang Qi into the blocked blood vessel.

As soon as the Xuanhuang Qi entered, the blood vessel was cleared immediately.

Qin Feng removed the Silver Needle, and Song Chengqian's eyes opened right away. The various readings on the monitor began to stabilize.

Song Chengqian was alive.

Qin Feng put down the Silver Needle and said to Xue Xiaochan, "I've saved the man. The agreed-upon consultation fee needs to be transferred to me now, and then we're even."

Xue Xiaochan didn't give any money, but instead said with a smile, "I'll give you two options. The first is as we discussed before—I give you one million. The second is to forget about the one million, and I owe you a favor instead."

Qin Feng already knew that Xue Xiaochan was the Chairwoman of Haiyun Group, the richest person in Zhonghai. So, unless he was foolish, he would definitely choose to have Xue Xiaochan owe him a favor.

"I want the one million!"

Qin Feng's response shocked Xue Xiaochan.

She looked at Qin Feng incredulously and asked, "Do you have any idea how many people dream of owing me a favor?"

"An agreed million is a million. If you won't pay, I won't insist."

Qin Feng didn't bother to say much more to Xue Xiaochan and started walking toward the door.

He was very clear that Chairman Xue wouldn't renege on a mere one million dollars debt. Xue Xiaochan withholding the money was just a way to string him along, to prevent him from leaving so that there would be no one to treat her strange illness.

That guy actually walked away? He didn't want the money?

Realizing what was happening, Xue Xiaochan quickly followed in her high heels, clacking after him. At the stairwell corner, she blocked Qin Feng.

"Do you have something else?" Qin Feng asked.

"Although Old Mr. Song has woken up, who can guarantee that it isn't just a temporary rally? So, I will give you the one million, but it'll be after the doctors have conducted a thorough examination and confirmed that Old Mr. Song is indeed well. Before that, you must stay in front of me and don't even think about running off!"

"Can't you be reasonable? I helped you cure the patient and didn't take a single penny from you, yet you're not letting me go? It's already past three in the morning; I need to go home and sleep!"

"Sleep? The Haiyun Grand Hotel across the street is mine, I'll take you there to sleep. In any case, you are not getting away from me until Old Mr. Song's health has fully recovered!"

Xue Xiaochan indeed wanted to keep Qin Feng around for the fear of Song Chengqian's condition relapsing.

"Am I that familiar with you? You tell me to sleep somewhere, and I just go sleep there?"

"Not familiar, so why don't you introduce yourself then, what's your name? What do you do?"

"My name is Qin Feng, and I'm an intern at the Rende Hospital."

"Qin Feng?" Xue Xiaochan's eyes suddenly lit up, asking, "Your dad's last name is Qin?"

Qin Feng: ...

"Don't look at me with that speechless expression. I'm just trying to confirm whether you share your father's last name or not?"

"No kidding!" Qin Feng said, exasperated.

Xue Xiaochan continued to inquire, "How are your parents' health?"

"My dad passed away when I was very young, and my mom isn't in good health either."

As soon as Qin Feng said his dad had died, Xue Xiaochan excitedly said, "Let's get married then! Tomorrow, come with me to get our marriage certificate!"

Marriage?

That word stunned Qin Feng.

Regaining his wits, he asked bluntly, "Are you doing this to get me to treat you? Or do you want to use me as a shield?"

Xue Xiaochan didn't answer directly but instead said, "As long as you come with me to get the certificate tomorrow, I won't shortchange you—I'll give you ten million a month."

"Just now, I snatched Old Mr. Song's life back from Yama. You haven't given me a penny of the one million consultation fee we agreed on. And now, you're offering ten million a month? Surely, this isn't the salary for a health consultant, but the price for a scapegoat waiting to be stabbed!"

"Is it really that serious?"

"With your status and position, could the men chasing after you be anything but powerful? Being your shield, could I avoid getting stabbed?"

"Are you scared?"

"Who said I'm scared? But, the price has to double—twenty million a month. Also, one more thing, we need to be clear upfront. As your husband, I'll be a fake one, I don't mind being your shield, but you can't treat me as the real deal."

Qin Feng agreed because he wanted to get revenge on Wu Qianqian.

The best revenge on Wu Qianqian was to find a woman a thousand times better and a thousand times prettier than her and flaunt her in front of Qianqian every day.

As they say, strike at the heart!

Additionally, isn't Sun Zhihao's family especially wealthy and powerful? Aren't they awfully impressive?

Does his family have more money than Xue Xiaochan?

Is his family's power greater than Xue Xiaochan's?