After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Ouyang Qianqian hurriedly stepped forward, looking at Du Wenxiu with a puzzled expression.

"I didn't. I hit that little bastard Murong Xue, but somehow I hit my own face."

Du Wenxiu, the mistress of the second wife, covered her burning face and said incredulously.

As she swung her hand, she suddenly felt as if her hand was out of control, and she slapped herself hard across the face.

What's going on? Is this some kind of ghost?

Murong Xue smiled and looked thoughtfully at Ye Tian, ​​who was blocking her way.

Although I don't know how this guy did it, he's definitely the one who could pull off something like this.

Not a single one of the dozens of blood relatives in the entire Murong family stood up for her.

But this man, who had no connection with the Murong family, was the only one who protected her.

At that moment, Murong Xue suddenly felt that it felt really good to have a man protecting her!

"Where did you come from, you little punk? What did you just call me? Old shrew?"

Who are you? How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me?

Du Wenxiu, the mistress of the second wife, came to her senses and looked at Ye Tian, ​​who was blocking Murong Xue's way, and immediately became furious.

Although she didn't know what had just happened, her intuition told her that it was inextricably linked to this person.

"Sister Xue'er just said that she wants to help Grandpa get treatment."

"Could this be the miracle doctor that Sister Xue'er invited back?" Murong Qianqian looked at Ye Tian with a half-smile.

"Your eyesight is much better than that old shrew's."

At least they can tell I'm here to treat your grandfather.

Ye Tian looked at Murong Qianqian opposite him, and his X-ray vision automatically activated again.

It seems I still can't do whatever I want.

She had a plump figure, fair skin, and full, firm breasts. She was not old, younger than Murong Xue, around eighteen or nineteen years old.

Although she looks somewhat similar to Murong Xue, their overall temperaments are quite different.

Actually, Murong Qianqian, standing alone, is quite a beautiful woman.

But when you stand next to Murong Xue and compare them, the difference becomes apparent.

As expected, comparing prices leads to discarding.

"You still call me an old shrew? Guards, tear his mouth apart!"

Du Wenxiu, the mistress of the second wife's household, was furious.

"Mom, calm down. This is the miracle doctor that Sister Xue'er went through a lot of trouble to find to treat Grandpa."

"They haven't even treated Grandpa yet. If you drive him away now, who will save him?"

Murong Qianqian quickly stopped Du Wenxiu from calling for help.

"He thinks he can treat the old man? Dream on."

Which expert or renowned doctor from all over the world hasn't our Murong family invited?

None of them could cure the old man's illness.

Even the top doctor in Jiangcheng has said that there's nothing that can be done.

He's some nobody who just popped up out of nowhere, and he's not even fully grown yet. How dare he say he can cure the old man's illness?

"It's an absolute joke!" Du Wenxiu, the mistress of the second wife, said with no attempt to hide her contempt.

"I'm sorry, Doctor."

Sister Xue'er, please don't blame my mom for saying such hurtful things.

Doctors do need to be qualified.

Those world-renowned medical experts are all experienced, qualified, and elderly gentlemen.

Sister Xue'er, isn't this miracle doctor you found far too young?

Looking at his clothes and appearance, he didn't look like a doctor at all; he looked more like a country bumpkin.

Sister Xue'er, are you sure you haven't contacted the wrong person?

Are you sure this country bumpkin can bring Grandpa back to life?

Murong Qianqian's words instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"A country bumpkin who hasn't even grown up yet, what kind of medical skills does he know?"

He's probably just a con artist.

"This conman dares to try and swindle the Murong family. He's really not afraid of death."

"Is it possible that the young lady was deceived by his sweet talk?"

This guy looks decent enough; he's obviously got a knack for charming women.

The young lady has hardly ever been in a relationship. Isn't it said that a woman in love has zero IQ?

"Young lady, you've made a mistake that any woman would make—you've been deceived without even realizing it, hahaha..."

……

With everyone chiming in, they quickly categorized Ye Tian as a conman.

"Sister Xue'er, look, the eyes of the masses are discerning."

Everyone says the person you invited back can't possibly be a miracle doctor; you've been fooled.

Murong Qianqian wore an innocent expression that said, "I'm doing this for your own good."

"However, with Sister Xue'er's intelligence, she shouldn't be fooled by a charlatan who has no knowledge of anything, right?"

That leaves only one possibility: Sister Xue'er knew he wasn't a miracle doctor and brought him here on purpose.

Sister Xue'er, what are your intentions in finding a quack doctor who doesn't know any medicine to treat Grandpa?

Don't you want Grandpa to wake up?

I understand. If Grandpa cannot wake up, you, as the eldest daughter of the Murong family's main branch, will have the right to inherit the throne.

A month later, during the selection of the next head of the Murong family, you will naturally be qualified to become the head of the family.

Sister Xue'er, you're so cunning! Our whole family almost fell for your trick.

A sly smile flashed in Murong Qianqian's eyes.

"You, Murong Xue, lost your parents when you were young, and the old man treated you like a precious treasure."

You actually abandoned the old man for the sake of the position of family head, causing his condition to worsen beyond repair.

Now they've even brought in a charlatan to pose as a miracle doctor and gain our trust.

What right do you have to be the next head of the Murong family?

A person like you doesn't deserve to live.

"Guards, seize them both and make them be buried with the old man!"

Du Wenxiu, the mistress of the second wife's household, immediately issued an order.

Her eyes were filled with pride as she looked at her daughter, Murong Qianqian.

My daughter has truly surpassed her mother; she's far more capable than her.

"Slap, slap!"

"Daughter, why did you hit me?" Murong Qianqian slapped Du Wenxiu twice without warning.

"Mom, I couldn't control myself. I didn't mean to hit you," Murong Qianqian said, slapping Du Wenxiu twice more.

"How unfilial! A daughter hitting her mother! How can this be allowed? She should hit back!" Ye Tian's fingers twitched slightly.

"Slap slap..." Du Wenxiu swung her arm and slapped Murong Qianqian hard across the face.

"Daughter, I couldn't control myself. I didn't mean to hit you. You have to believe me..."

"Brilliant!" Ye Tian watched with great interest as Murong Qianqian and her daughter slapped each other, and couldn't help but clap his hands.

Unexpectedly, Murong Qianqian turned out to be an even more cunning little bitch than her mother.

Neither of them is any good. Ye Tian won't be satisfied until he teaches them a lesson.

Ye Tian learned this little spell after only seeing it once, and he never expected it to come in handy here.

The Murong family bodyguards who rushed over to arrest Ye Tian and his companion were struck dumb by Ye Tian's casual glance before they even got close.

Their steps suddenly froze on the spot, as if a tremendous force weighing a thousand pounds was pressing down on them, making it impossible for them to move an inch.

These ordinary people had no idea that this was a spiritual attack.

"You two have been preventing me from going in to rescue people. Do you have some unspeakable secret?"

Or are you afraid that if the old man really wakes up, he might do you a harm?

Ye Tian made Du Wenxiu and her daughter slap each other dozens of times before he finally stopped, still not satisfied.

The most important thing right now is to treat Old Master Murong as soon as possible.

It will be too late if we wait any longer.

"You're talking nonsense. We're stopping you because you don't know any medicine at all."

You're just a charlatan, stop wasting our time. Who has time to play your nonsense?

A hint of panic flashed in Du Wenxiu's eyes as she took charge of the second wife's household.

She glared at Ye Tian fiercely, her teeth clenched with hatred.

Now that things have come to this, she clearly understands that Ye Tian was behind all of this.

"In that case, how about we make a bet?"

Let me in and try. If I can't cure Old Master Murong, you can do whatever you want with me.

If you are cured, you are free to do as I please.

But you don't even dare to let me in to try.

If this gets out, it won't be good for the reputation of your second branch of the Murong family.

Those who don't know the inside story might think you didn't want the old man to come back to life.

Ye Tian smiled faintly: "At that time, there will definitely be rumors outside that the old man's death was caused by your second branch of the family."

"Stop spouting nonsense! You're just a charlatan, yet you think you can impersonate a miracle doctor and bring the old man back to life?"

Okay, today I'll make you admit defeat wholeheartedly!

Du Wenxiu thought Ye Tian was so young that he probably didn't have any outstanding medical skills.

He only knows some petty tricks; there's absolutely no way he could cure the old man who's about to die.

So they agreed to let Ye Tian go in and give it a try.

Besides, with so many people watching, if she didn't let Ye Tian go in and try, it would make her seem guilty.

Ye Tian pulled Murong Xue up and walked through the crowd toward the ward door.

Du Wenxiu, the mistress of the second wife, and Murong Qianqian inexplicably felt a sense of unease from the depths of their souls.