The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 174: You’re Sick

Ye Chenfeng casually clapped his hands and said, "Old Master Zou, if the Qigong master you mentioned can actually crush a glass into powder with his bare hands, then he might truly have the potential to learn my method of curing cancer."

Of course, Ye Chenfeng knew that the so-called Qigong masters in society today were either frauds or third-rate, and it was impossible to crush a glass into powder with their hands.

"Chenfeng, do you really know Kung Fu? You actually crushed a glass with your bare hands? Let me see your hand." Zou Linlin excitedly took Ye Chenfeng’s right hand and inspected it over and over, only to find that there wasn’t a single scratch on his palm.

As Zou Linlin’s delicate hands toyed with his right palm, Ye Chenfeng coughed awkwardly twice and said, "Linlin, have you seen enough?"

"Ah!" Zou Linlin let out a soft exclamation of surprise, realizing she had just lost her composure, and her cheeks flushed with a hint of red. Still, her beautiful eyes kept sneaking glances at Ye Chenfeng, as the man in front of her had given her too many surprises already.

Firstly, he cured a cancer patient in just a couple of hours in the hospital without using any medical equipment, and now he was able to crush a glass into powder with his bare hands. She was very aware that the glass cup on the coffee table was not of poor quality. On the contrary, its hardness was stronger than most glass cups on the market. How much strength would it take to crush glass of such material into powder?

The more Zou Linlin observed what Ye Chenfeng demonstrated, the more attracted she became. Being able to marry a man with unbeatable medical skills who also knew Kung Fu must be a dream for many women. Being with such a man would bring a great sense of security.

"It seems I was presumptuous, old man. If such miraculous techniques were to spread, perhaps they wouldn’t be so miraculous anymore," he said.

"Chenfeng, since you possess such medical skills, I still hope you can do more for the medical community of Huaxia Country!"

Zou Zedong sighed, having spent the better part of his life immersed in medical science, contributing to Huaxia’s medical undertaking. In a way, the old man was rather selfless.

Ye Chenfeng did not have the same spirit as Zou Zedong. If he happened to come across a patient and he happened to be in a good mood, and if he found the person agreeable, he might just lend a hand. freēwēbnovel.com

If he encountered someone he really disliked, it was already good of Ye Chenfeng not to send them to meet King Yama himself, let alone save them. That would be nothing more than a dream.

"Old Master Zou, what you’re saying is not right. I, Ye Chenfeng, am not any kind of doctor, and the future medical undertakings of Huaxia Country will have to rely on all of you," Ye Chenfeng said, shrugging his shoulders candidly.

"Chenfeng, you can’t mean..."

Ye Chenfeng cut off Zou Zedong, who had a bitter expression, and said, "Old Master Zou, do you think saving people is that easy for me? This affects my health. Didn’t you see my face turn pale while I was treating Yao Lianrong? If you make me keep saving people in the hospital without stopping, I’m afraid I won’t last a month before I meet King Yama. Just because I’m saving others, does that mean I can disregard my own life?"

Ye Chenfeng did not wish to continue circling around this issue with Zou Zedong, so he made up this lie. In fact, each time he treated a patient, it only consumed some Soul Force, which could be restored in a day’s time.

Remembering how Ye Chenfeng’s face had indeed become paler and paler while he was saving someone, Zou Zedong believed him. Martial arts novels often mentioned that internal energy is the foundation of martial artists, and the "Qi" formed inside Ye Chenfeng’s body by practicing Qigong was akin to this internal energy. Frequent use of Qigong might indeed shorten life!

Zou Zedong’s ability to deduce was very strong, as he quickly justified Ye Chenfeng’s behavior in his mind.

"Alas," Zou Zedong sighed resignedly, "in that case, I can’t really force you, especially since it affects your health, Chenfeng!"

Ye Chenfeng waved his hand firmly and said, "If Old Master Zou needs my help in the future, I, Ye Chenfeng, will definitely assist. As for other illnesses, I am sorry to say that I am powerless."

"So be it! Chenfeng, being able to meet a remarkable person like you in my lifetime is a blessing indeed! Consider this place your home from now on and come visit more often." Zou Zedong had already regarded Ye Chenfeng as family, as his own grandson-in-law.

"Chenfeng, can you teach me kung fu?" Zou Linlin’s beautiful eyes sparkled with desire.

Ye Chenfeng casually promised, "As long as you’re willing to learn, I can teach you."

This was purely a perfunctory response from Ye Chenfeng, for he had no idea when he would see Zou Linlin again! Might as well leave a good impression on this beauty who did not annoy him!

"Really? Chenfeng, you promised me, you can’t go back on your word later," Zou Linlin said joyfully.

"Dad, has your lifesaver arrived?" Qiao Yi, who had finished bustling about in the kitchen, entered the living room, and involuntarily paused upon seeing Ye Chenfeng, the young man. Could he really be her father’s lifesaver?

Zou Zedong had only mentioned to his granddaughter that Ye Chenfeng was a youth but had not told his son Zou Wenhai or daughter-in-law Qiao Yi. They only knew that someone at the charity gala had saved their father, and in their minds, anyone with decent medical skills would at least be a middle-aged person, or possibly even a doctor past his fifties!

Zou Zedong nodded his head and introduced very naturally, "Xiao Yi, this is my lifesaver, Ye Chenfeng. You mustn’t underestimate him because of his age—he is a Divine Doctor!"

Qiao Yi quickly recovered from her surprise and said, "Sir, hello, my name is Qiao Yi. May I ask, at which hospital do you have a high position?"

Ye Chenfeng answered, "My name is Ye Chenfeng, and I’m currently unemployed."

Qiao Yi was nearly choked by Ye Chenfeng’s self-introduction; this young man was unemployed? How could he be called a Divine Doctor? Was it possible that Zou Zedong had been deceived by him? But after giving it some thought, that seemed unlikely. After all, Zou Zedong was the dean of Tianhai People’s Hospital and had spent half his life studying medicine. Could a charlatan have fooled him?

Qiao Yi smiled faintly, easing the awkward expression on her face, and asked again, "Then, which medical university did you graduate from?"

"I’m not a medical student, and I dropped out a long time ago," Ye Chenfeng responded with a shrug.

This time, Qiao Yi’s face really took on an ugly expression, but just then, the sound of the door opening came from outside, followed by a man’s voice coming into the living room, "Dad, you called me earlier and said we had a guest coming; who is it?"

A man in his forties, dressed in a black suit, walked into the living room. This person was none other than the city’s Party Secretary, Zou Wenhai.

When Zou Wenhai saw Ye Chenfeng, he couldn’t help but frown and asked, "Why is it you?"

Ye Chenfeng and Zou Wenhai had known each other for a long time. Initially, Grandpa Ye had been very kind to Zou Wenhai, and after Ye Chenfeng came to Tianhai, Grandpa Ye asked Zou Wenhai to take good care of his grandson.

However, after Ye Chenfeng arrived in Tianhai years ago, he caused constant trouble. Zou Wenhai, out of respect for Grandpa Ye, kept cleaning up after Ye Chenfeng, even going as far as to personally call the Police Chief Zhu Maode to bail him out when he was arrested three years ago.

Of course, today was still the first time Ye Chenfeng had come to Zou Wenhai’s home! That’s why Zou Zedong and the others did not know about Ye Chenfeng’s identity; Ye Chenfeng himself had guessed that he would encounter this old acquaintance at the Zou family’s place.

Zou Wenhai’s furrowed brow never relaxed. After Ye Chenfeng left Tianhai three years ago, Zou Wenhai had breathed a sigh of relief. Who would have expected to see this troublemaker in his own house today?

Ye Chenfeng looked at Zou Wenhai, who was unable to hide his irritation. Zou Wenhai’s complexion was conspicuously pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Ye Chenfeng spoke indifferently, "You’re sick."(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote, recommend tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)