Chapter Seventy-Five: The Distinguished Guests Invited by My Parents-in-law

Li Yanze and Li Yanjun harbored the deepest hatred for Chen Wenli, while also fearing that Su Zheng might grow angry and walk away at any moment. Poor Chen Wenli, after being slapped so hard that half her face turned red with five clear finger marks, was dragged away by security just like that!

Meanwhile, Chen Muxue and Chen Jianguo, standing beside Su Zheng, were dumbstruck with fear. The sight of Chen Wenli’s miserable fate immediately made them think of their own predicament. Su Zheng, that scoundrel, probably didn’t know the first thing about medicine; perhaps it was pure dumb luck that he managed to save Old Master Li last time, just a fluke. Now, asking Su Zheng to treat President Jiang was unthinkable—if something went wrong, not only would the illness remain uncured, but an accident might land them all in jail!

“Divine Doctor Su, please don’t take it to heart. Hurry and save President Jiang, will you?” Li Yanze, with utmost politeness, urged Su Zheng once more.

This only heightened the fear in Chen Jianguo and his wife. They wanted to speak up several times, but didn’t dare—hadn’t they just witnessed what happened to Chen Wenli for doubting Su Zheng’s medical skill?

“Su Zheng, can you listen to me just this once? Please don’t agree to this, all right?” Chen Muxue whispered anxiously, her delicate hand giving Su Zheng’s arm a hard, discreet pinch.

“Hiss…” Su Zheng winced in pain, his brows knitting together. That pinch from Chen Muxue truly hurt.

“Divine Doctor Su, you…” Li Yanze was taken aback, puzzled as to why Su Zheng was frowning. Was it that he didn’t want to take action? Or did he believe President Jiang’s condition was beyond cure?

“Heh… President Li, it’s no use asking him. The only person here capable of truly treating President Jiang is likely Cui Lin. Trust me, don’t waste your energy on lost causes.” At this moment, Ye Lang beside them smiled faintly, a hint of superiority in his expression, and continued, “Perhaps you’re not aware of Cui Lin’s background, President Li. Allow me to enlighten you: he is a direct disciple of Master Yu Wantang, the Sage of Medicine in the capital.”

“What?!” As Ye Lang finished speaking, many of the influential figures present exchanged shocked glances.

The name of Yu Wantang, the Sage of Medicine from the capital, was legendary—renowned across the land. Anyone of status had heard of him. Compared to Luo Huichun, Yu Wantang’s reputation was even greater; revered as the Sage of Medicine, he was considered a living legend and a true authority in Chinese medicine, even in the capital itself.

Li Yanze and Li Yanjun’s expressions shifted as well. They had never imagined Ye Lang’s connections ran so deep—that the private physician he brought to Qingyang was actually a disciple of Yu Wantang.

“Heh… Not only has Cui Lin received Master Yu’s true teachings, he’s also well-versed in Western medicine—a doctorate holder, in fact.” Ye Lang surveyed the astonished faces around him, his tone calm as ever. He even nodded toward Chen Muxue, who stood next to Su Zheng, his eyes brimming with a sense of superiority, paying no mind to Su Zheng’s presence.

Ye Lang had already made up his mind—there was no need to deal with Su Zheng here and now. There were countless ways to handle someone like him. Why not, for instance, spend a bit of money to make Su Zheng vanish quietly?

“So you’re Master Yu’s esteemed disciple—what an honor!” Li Yanze nodded courteously to Cui Lin. Earlier he hadn’t thought much of Cui Lin, but things were different now. With the name of Yu Wantang, plus Ye Lang’s glowing recommendation, Li Yanze began to waver.

To him, it seemed Su Zheng had no real plan for treating Jiang Shaoxiong, otherwise he wouldn’t be frowning. The situation was critical; though the ambulance had been called, it would still take time to arrive. President Jiang simply could not be allowed to have an accident in the Li family home!

“President Li, are you still going to waste time?” Ye Lang asked with a faint smile.

Li Yanze was at a loss. He looked again at Su Zheng, “Divine Doctor Su, do you truly not intend to treat him?”

Su Zheng glanced at the smugly confident Cui Lin, then at the anxious, fearful Chen Muxue and Chen Jianguo, before finally saying, “How about this—let him treat President Jiang. If any uncontrollable situation arises, I’ll point it out to him.”

“Uh…” His words left many present dumbfounded, some even doubting their own ears. Judging from his tone, did this man think himself more skilled than the disciple of Yu Wantang?

Such arrogance was truly staggering!

“Hmph! Careful you don’t bite your tongue with such big words!” Cui Lin finally spoke, his previously proud face now darkened with anger. Su Zheng’s words had deeply wounded his pride. He already looked down on every doctor in Qingyang, so for this insolent fool to present himself as a master, offering to guide him on the spot—just who did he think he was?

A cold, vicious light flashed in Cui Lin’s eyes. He could barely restrain himself from striking Su Zheng then and there.

Beside them, many among the prominent guests shook their heads slightly, their gazes toward Su Zheng tinged with scorn and disdain. To them, a little arrogance in youth was forgivable, but to be as conceited as Su Zheng was sheer ignorance!

Li Yanze and Li Yanjun’s faces shifted as well, but they managed to contain themselves, forcing themselves to invite Cui Lin to take action.

“Hmph! I can treat him, but I have a condition!” Cui Lin stared coldly at Su Zheng, then turned to Li Yanze. “If I successfully treat President Jiang, that fool must publicly admit his medical skills are worthless, beg for my forgiveness for his rude offense, and pay a reputation compensation of one hundred million!”

Li Yanze immediately hesitated. He certainly couldn’t agree to such terms. No matter how arrogant or ignorant Su Zheng’s words had been, he had once saved his father’s life—how could he betray that debt of gratitude?

“Heh… Does Cui Lin’s request trouble you, President Li? How about this: if Cui Lin fails in his treatment or truly requires someone else’s assistance, I, too, will apologize and pay one hundred million in compensation. What do you say?” Ye Lang now offered with a gentle smile.

He stood there with poise, a faint, inscrutable smile playing at his lips as he glanced again at Chen Muxue, utterly at ease.

“This… this isn’t quite right. Perhaps I could speak on behalf of Divine Doctor Su—” Li Yanjun was halfway through his sentence when Su Zheng interrupted him.

“I can accept his terms; there’s no need for you to help me.”

“Uh!” The whole room fell silent once more.

No one expected Su Zheng to be not only reckless beyond belief, but apparently out of his mind as well. President Li was about to offer to pay for him, yet he insisted on taking the risk himself—utter foolishness!

“Su Zheng, are you insane? Didn’t I tell you not to get involved in this!” Chen Muxue whispered urgently, her face filled with worry and exasperation.

“I’ve already promised you not to act personally, haven’t I?” Su Zheng replied softly.