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Afterwards, he patiently and meticulously taught the essence of this long-lost skill to Qi Huangrui, Zhong Yixian, and others who were observing, without reservation, and even spent an entire day explaining and demonstrating it! This matter has long been a legend in the Minjiang traditional Chinese medicine community!
Not only are they amazed by his extraordinary medical skills, but they are also deeply impressed by his selfless dedication to teaching and revitalizing traditional Chinese medicine! In the hearts of these veteran TCM doctors who regard medicine as their life and consider its inheritance as their responsibility, Qin Luo's status has transcended the simple category of "miracle doctor," and is more like a lighthouse and a banner!
Therefore, when they learned that Qin Luo had come to the Municipal Central Hospital at the invitation of Qi Huangrui and Zhong Yixian to treat several critically ill patients with extremely complex conditions who were beyond their control, they were very excited.

Almost all the veteran traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who received the news put aside all their affairs and rushed over early, hoping to witness Qin Luo's miraculous acupuncture skills once again. Even just observing and learning a little would be a rare opportunity.

They believed that, given Qin Luo's character and dedication to medicine, he would definitely come once he had promised.

So everyone was in a relaxed mood, gathering in twos and threes to exchange their latest insights into the "Nine Curves and Thirteen Needles" technique or to discuss the conditions of the critically ill patients. The atmosphere was harmonious and enthusiastic.

Two highly respected elders, Zhong Yixian and Qihuang Ruihe Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, were sitting on a sofa on one side of the hall, discussing something in hushed tones. Their faces were filled with focus and excitement, clearly exchanging the essential acupuncture techniques they had learned from Qin Luo.

Time ticked by, and the appointed time had long passed, yet Qin Luo was nowhere to be seen. At first, no one paid much attention, assuming it was just traffic or some other delay. But as another half hour went by, even Qi Huangrui and Zhong Yixian grew restless, frequently glancing towards the entrance.

"Old Qi, young friend Qin...you haven't forgotten, have you? Or is there some urgent matter?"

Zhong Yixian, leaning on his cane, frowned slightly and asked in a low voice.

He is over eighty years old, but he is still in good spirits and his eyes are still sharp.

Qi Huangrui was also somewhat uncertain and shook his head.

"Young friend Qin is not a man of his word. I'll send him another message to ask."

As he spoke, he took out his phone.

Just then, his phone vibrated; it was a WeChat message from Qin Luo.

Qi Huangrui quickly opened the message, a slight smile appearing on his face as he prepared to tell everyone that Qin Luo might be arriving soon. However, when he saw the message, his smile froze instantly, turning into disbelief and astonishment. Immediately afterward, an uncontrollable surge of anger welled up from the bottom of his heart and rushed to the top of his head!

His hand holding the phone trembled slightly, his face flushed red with extreme anger, and even his white beard stood on end in rage!

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!!"

Qi Huangrui suddenly stood up from the sofa, his voice trembling with excitement, and slammed his phone down heavily on the small coffee table next to him with a dull thud!
This sudden roar instantly drew everyone's attention! The hall fell silent, and dozens of eyes turned to Qi Huangrui.

"Old Qi, what's wrong? What did young friend Qin say?"

Zhong Yixian hurriedly asked, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Qi Huangrui's chest heaved violently as he pointed at his phone and shouted angrily.

"See for yourselves! See for yourselves!!"

Several elderly traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who were nearby quickly gathered around and looked at Qi Huangrui's phone screen.

The message Qin Luo sent was concise and clear.

"Mr. Qi, I'm sorry. Last night I had a conflict with someone at a barbecue stall on Hualin Road in the University Town. The other party called the police, and I was diagnosed with minor injuries, level two. I've been taken away by the Chengbei Branch to assist with the investigation and will be unable to keep our appointment today. Please don't wait up for me."

"Conflict? Minor injury, level two? Taken away by the police?!"

"This...how is this possible?!"

"How could Dr. Qin get into a conflict with someone? And even end up at the police station?"

"Minor injury, level two? This is no small matter! It constitutes suspected intentional assault!"

"Such an important consultation today, and he... he was arrested for fighting?!"

The veteran TCM doctors who saw the message were all stunned! Their faces were filled with shock, astonishment, confusion, and even some anger! They couldn't connect Qin Luo, who possessed superb medical skills, a calm demeanor, and selflessly passed on his expertise, with words like "fighting" and "being taken away by the police"!
Zhong Yixian also took the phone and looked at it carefully. His old hand suddenly gripped the dragon head of his cane tightly, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

He suddenly raised his head, and although he was old, his eyes, which had seen the world, were burning with raging anger. His voice was like a booming bell, resounding throughout the entire hall.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

He leaned on his cane, stood up shakily, and swept his gaze over all the astonished colleagues present. His tone was resolute and full of unquestionable authority.

"I know Qin Xiaoyou's character well! At Lao Qi's hospital, he saved more than twenty people a day without taking a single penny! He taught me all his lost medical skills without reservation! With such medical ethics and such a magnanimous heart, how could he be the kind of person who would fight and hurt people without cause?!"

He paused, slammed his cane heavily on the ground with a dull thud, and said sternly.

“There must be something fishy going on here! There must be some injustice! Young friend Qin is a treasure of the traditional Chinese medicine community in Fujian, and the hope for the revitalization of our medical skills! Now he is being wronged and trapped in the police station, delaying the treatment of critically ill patients, and disgracing our traditional Chinese medicine lineage! This matter must not be let go!”

"Yes! Elder Zhong is right!"

"The young and miraculous doctor Qin would never harm someone without cause!"

"Someone must have framed us!"

"We must find out the truth! We must clear Dr. Qin's name!"

The old Chinese medicine doctors in the hall were completely ignited by Zhong Yixian's words! They recalled Qin Luo's patience and selflessness when teaching acupuncture techniques, and his focus and benevolence when treating patients. Their doubts were quickly replaced by anger and indignation.

In their hearts, Qin Luo was no longer just an ordinary junior, but someone who carried a certain hope and respect! Now, someone dared to use such despicable means to frame him and delay his treatment of critically ill patients. This was not only a provocation against Qin Luo personally, but also a challenge to their entire TCM community!

"Contact the Chengbei Branch immediately! Find out what's going on!"

"I'm going to find my students in the judicial system!"

"Even if it costs me my reputation, I will go to the city to demand an explanation!"

"Yes! We can't let young friend Qin suffer inside! And we can't let those patients waiting for him to save their lives wait in vain!"

The crowd was outraged! These elderly gentlemen, who were usually devoted to medicine and indifferent to fame and fortune, were now completely enraged for Qin Luo, for the justice they believed in, and for their deep respect for the inheritance of medical skills! An invisible storm, yet containing immense power, began to brew in the lobby of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, about to sweep out!

……

Meanwhile, inside Prince Hui's incredibly luxurious duplex apartment on the top floor of the city center.

Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the living room and illuminating the gleaming marble floor and expensive imported furniture. Prince Hui, dressed only in a bathrobe, lounged lazily on the Italian leather sofa, a glass of red wine in his hand, a smug smile on his face.

Xie Yuting, dressed in a silk nightgown, curled up in another corner of the sofa, holding a glass of wine in her hand, her eyes carrying a hint of allure and ingratiation. "Young Master Hui, are you satisfied now?"

Xie Yuting took a sip of wine and said in a sweet voice.

"That Qin Luo is probably having a headache in the interrogation room of the North City Branch right now. He suffered a minor injury, level two, which is going to be a lot of trouble for him. He won't be getting out easily anytime soon. Consider this avenging you for breaking into the villa, kidnapping Fu Kangxiong, and injuring Li Wei last time."

Prince Hui laughed heartily, downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, and was filled with self-satisfaction.

"That was great! Damn, that kid was so arrogant, did he really think he could run rampant in Fujian just because he had some skills? This time, let him taste what it's like behind bars! Yuting, your idea was good. Those four thugs were reliable, their acting was good, and the appraisal was also taken care of."

He reached out and pulled Xie Yuting close, then kissed her on the cheek.

"Once this matter has calmed down, I'll reward you handsomely!"

Xie Yuting nestled into his arms, tracing circles on his chest with her fingers, her voice both probing and seductive.

"Young Master Hui, I don't want any reward... I just want... to be able to stay by your side legitimately. Look, my engagement with Fu Yichen... isn't that acceptable..."

Prince Hui's smile froze slightly, then he chuckled and patted Xie Yuting on the back.

"Oh, Yuting, you know me, I hate all those rules and regulations. Marriage is the grave of love, isn't it great that we're like this now, so free and easy? As for Fu Yichen... you deal with him for now, we'll talk about it later, later, okay!"

A fleeting hint of coldness and disappointment flashed in Xie Yuting's eyes, but she maintained a sweet smile and didn't continue the topic.

Just as the two were lost in their own thoughts, Prince Hui's cell phone, which was on the coffee table, started vibrating frantically. The caller ID showed a number he dared not ignore—an internal line reserved for the core senior management of Anbang Group.

Prince Hui's expression turned serious. He quickly pushed Xie Yuting away and picked up his phone to answer the call.

"Hello? What?! The old man's condition has suddenly worsened?! He's in the ICU?! I...I'm coming right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Prince Hui's face turned extremely ugly, even showing a hint of panic.

Although he was not Old Master An's biological son, he was nominally Qiu Qinyun's son, and he had to be present when Old Master An was on his deathbed! This was not only to fulfill his "filial piety," but also to avoid suspicion and show that he and his mother had nothing to do with the deterioration of the old man's condition!

Otherwise, if the old man really passes away and they, mother and son, are not present, who knows what rumors will spread from An Ruoxi's side, which would be extremely detrimental to their struggle for control of the group!
"Quick! Get me some clothes!"

While frantically taking off his bathrobe, Prince Hui yelled at Xie Yuting.

Xie Yuting realized something serious had happened and quickly got up to get him a suit. Prince Hui hurriedly changed his clothes, even tying his tie crookedly. He didn't care about Xie Yuting, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out the door.

Watching Prince Hui's hasty departure, Xie Yuting's gentle smile gradually disappeared.

She walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and watched Prince Hui's sports car rush into the traffic like an arrow. The corners of her mouth slowly curled up, revealing a cold and eerie smile.

She whispered to herself, so quietly that only she could hear it.

"Qin Luo... imprisoned? Heh, that's just the first step. The real purpose... is to prevent you from saving that old geezer."

Her eyes were deep, as if they pierced through the city's buildings, seeing the critically ill old man in the hospital, the fierce infighting that was about to erupt within the Anbang Group due to the power vacuum, and in the chaos... her opportunity.

"Grandpa An, you must 'hold on'... hold on until Qin Luo comes out, by which time it will be too late."

Xie Yuting wrapped her bathrobe tighter around herself, turned and walked towards the bathroom with light steps, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden, or as if she was about to begin a new hunt.

……

The atmosphere in the corridor outside the intensive care unit of Mindu City Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital was so heavy it seemed to drip water. Unlike the indignant atmosphere among the elderly traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in the lobby downstairs, a different group had gathered here—middle and senior management of Anbang Group.

Night Rose changed into a relatively conservative black suit, her face cold and stern; Wu Yufeng frowned and paced back and forth; Wu Wanqing stood quietly behind her brother, her eyes filled with complex emotions; even Buddha, whose head was wrapped in gauze and whose face was still somewhat pale, was helped to sit on a chair to the side.

In addition, there were many heads of various industries and branches under Anbang Group, a dark mass that blocked the corridor, but no one dared to make a loud noise, only suppressed conversations and heavy breathing.

Everyone's eyes kept drifting toward the tightly closed ICU door, the barrier between life and death.

When Prince Hui arrived, panting heavily, this was the scene that greeted him.

He felt a chill run down his spine, quickly straightened his collar, adjusted his breathing, put on an anxious and sorrowful expression, and strode over.

"Young Master Hui is here."

Someone whispered something.

All eyes immediately focused on Prince Hui, their gazes varying – some scrutinizing, some doubtful, and some indifferent.

"Grandpa... how is Grandpa?"

Prince Hui squeezed to the front, his voice trembling with tears, and asked the Buddha, who seemed to know the inside story.

The Buddha glanced at him, his voice hoarse.

"The situation is very bad, it has suddenly deteriorated, and the doctor has issued a critical condition notice."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone, lingering especially on Night Rose and Wu Yufeng's faces, before speaking in a deep voice.

"Originally... Elder Qi and Elder Zhong from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association had already invited Mr. Qin Luo, whose medical skills are said to have the power to bring the dead back to life. He was supposed to come and treat the old man this morning. But..."

"But what?"

Prince Hui's heart tightened, and he quickly pressed for answers, a suspicion already forming in his mind.

"However, Mr. Qin was taken away by the North City Branch of the Public Security Bureau this morning for a fight! He's still at the station!"

Wu Yufeng couldn't help but interject, his voice filled with anger and frustration.

"Damn it! Of all times! Isn't this going to kill the old man?! If I find out who's behind this, framing Mr. Qin and delaying the old man's treatment, I'll skin them alive!"

Wu Yufeng spoke through gritted teeth, his gaze sweeping across the crowd with undisguised suspicion. (End of Chapter)