Qingyuan City People's Hospital.

Inside the emergency meeting room.

There were around a dozen medical professionals solemnly seated; their expressions were grave, even their breathing was conservative.

The room was so quiet, one could hear a pin drop.

"Everyone here is an expert in this field. Old Mr. Lin is our senior, who has made outstanding contributions to the medical field in all of China. Now that he is in a critical condition, everyone should determine a treatment plan as soon as possible."

After a long silence, the hospital director, Wang Boweng, a low tone in his voice broke the silence.

"Director Wang, it's not that we don't want to make an effort, but Old Mr. Lin's physical condition is unable to withstand a tumor removal operation!" A young doctor with glasses sighed, wearing a helpless expression on his face.

If the situation allowed, he would have volunteered to perform the operation as the rescue of Lin would greatly allure the majority, not only would it elevate his status in the hospital, but he could also become the son-in-law of the ailing Lin. Having Lin's network of resources as a backer, the peak of his medical career is within reach.

Additionally, Lin's daughter, Lin Jiayi, who is reputed to be the most beautiful woman in Qingyuan City. The number of wealthy men pursuing her is enough to form an enhanced lineup, but they were all denied access by her. Yet, because of old Lin's critical illness, Lin Jiayi stated that she would give her hand in marriage to whoever can save her father.

The entire city was in an uproar over her statement, many offspring of prominent families spared no expense hiring famous doctors home and abroad. However, after examining Lin Guangyao's condition, all the doctors declared it to be incurable, leaving the eager men utterly disappointed.

"Judging from his pulse, it seems to be a blockage in the blood flow; perhaps acupuncture could delay the illness, but speaking of a cure is akin to a fool's dream," an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor calmly remarked.

After their respective opinions, the room fell back into silence. The Eastern and Western viewpoints were exactly what everyone was thinking.

"Does anyone else have any opinions?"

Wang Bowei’s piercing gaze swept over everyone present. Still, no one dared to meet his eyes, much less reply to him. Wang Bowei sighed internally. It seems that Lin Lao's illness truly is incurable, he thought.

"Are you all actually fretting over this minor illness?"

A bold and hearty male voice broke the silence that seemed as if life had deserted the room.

Before his voice faded away, all eyes were fixated on this brash and 'arrogant' man.

Minor illness?

Can a minor illness stump so many renowned experts in the field?

Could a minor illness make Lin Jiayi offer her body as a reward?

Minor illness, my foot!

When Wang Bowei finally saw who was speaking, his face lit up, and he felt a glimmer of hope.

How could he have forgotten this "little imp"?

"Chen Yang, can you heal Lin Lao?" he anxiously asked.

The one referred to as Chen Yang was a young man in his twenties, good-looking, short-haired, and wheat-colored skin, implying that he was healthy. He always seemed to possess a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

What surprised people was Chen Yang's clothing: he was wearing a grey Daoist robe and handmade cloth shoes, as if he'd time-traveled straight from the ancient past.

He was sitting casually, cross-legged, munching on seeds, looking as relaxed as one could be.

Chen Yang spat out a melon seed shell, chuckling and said, "The human body contains twelve Major Meridians, 354 Minor Meridians, and lacks twelve Yu Meridians, all of which were left by the guardian qi and where the pathogenic qi resides. We can treat it with acupuncture and Moxibustion.”

The moment his words fell, the majority of the experts present felt an urge to swear out loud.

Who could tell what this kid was blabbering about?

Only the highly reputable senior TCM doctor seemed to be deep in thought.

"Can you put it in a simpler language?"

Wang Bowien also looked a bit embarrassed, as he specialized in liver transplantation and was not well versed in these TCM terminologies.

Chen Yang explained, "Simply, it could be mitigated with a few rounds of acupuncture and some doses of traditional Chinese medicine."

"Who is this guy? Does he die if he doesn't brag?"

"This is just an ignorant kid! All he knows is utter nonsense. 'God Needle King' Old Lee couldn't do anything about it, do you think you're a god descending to earth?"

"Security, please kick this madman out!"

The conference room descended into chaos, everyone was glaring at Chen Yang, looking at him as though they were looking at a lunatic.

Chen Yang didn’t take it to heart, slowly standing up, he said, "Quacks do harm people! Very well, since you don't believe in my medical skill, I'll leave on my own, no need for you to act."

Upon finishing, Chen Yang turned around to leave, though he didn’t show it on his face, a shadow of anger flashed past his heart.

As the descendant of the Medicine Saint, Fuxi, Chen Yang hated it when someone insulted his medical art.

"Wait a moment, you... do you really have a way to save my father?"

With the transmission of a voice as enchanting as heavenly sounds, the originally noisy meeting room fell instantly quiet.

Chen Yang turned his head, and he saw the person speaking was an absolute beauty. Describing her with "an angel's face and a devil's figure" was in no way an exaggeration, especially as she was dressed in a white lab coat. This added a different kind of allure. She was Lin Jiayi.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yang nodded and said, "Of course, there is a way."

"If that is the case, I implore you to save him. As long as you can save my father's life, I'll fulfill whatever conditions you ask."

Thinking about the "reward" she previously offered, Lin Jiayi's face instantly turns reddened. She was as intoxicating as a blooming lily, irresistibly enchanting.

"Are you really agreeing to fulfill any conditions?" Chen Yang's eyes suddenly brightened, as if he had discovered a new world.

Lin Jiayi felt annoyed. Judging by his expression, she knew what he was thinking.

Indeed, no good comes from men.

However, for her father's sake, she had no other way. Suppressing her anger, she nodded.

Chen Yang said satisfyingly, "This is great. I can agree to save your father's life, but we have to change the reward method."

"Change to what?"

Lin Jiayi was a bit surprised. Does he not feel satisfied with her offering herself?

What a greedily insatiable guy!

Chen Yang said somewhat annoyingly, "Truly, a big chest but no brains huh? You still need to ask such an obvious answer? I treat patients, you pay the medical fee!"

The old man sent him on a mission this time, but how could he carry it out without a penny to his name?

"Let's first earn some money to act as our activity funds!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The conference room once again bursts into life, though the eyes that look towards Chen Yang now hold a mix of astonishment and shock.

"Could he be planning to subtly attract Lin Jiayi's attention? It must be so."

Damn, even though this guy looks like a country bumpkin, he sure does have some deep strategies!

Obviously, this is also what Lin Jiayi thinks, but the fact that he calls her 'big-breasted and brainless' is absolutely infuriating.

I'll tolerate, I'll tolerate, I'll keep on tolerating!

I'll be settling my accounts with you once you finish treating my father's illness.

"Name your price," Even though Lin Jiayi tries hard to control her emotions, her tone of voice still carries a hint of impatience.