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A black Denza minivan was parked in front of a detached villa.

The walls were high and imposing, and the flowers and plants in the yard were neatly trimmed.

Several luxury cars were parked at the entrance; any one of them would cost over a million.

This is definitely the grand spectacle of a top-tier local luxury family.

The group got out of the car and walked to the wrought iron gate.

A middle-aged man in a suit quickly came to greet him.

This man looked to be in his early forties, and was dressed smartly. He was Zheng Jiwen, the eldest son of the Zheng family.

"Director Li, Director Ma, thank you for making this special trip."

Zheng Jiwen was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to shake hands with the two directors, showing great courtesy.

When it was Lin Yuan and Song Yuwei's turn, he simply raised his eyes and nodded lightly.

There wasn't an ounce of unnecessary politeness.

In his eyes, Li Chongde and Director Ma were the real experts who had the final say in the hospital.

Lin Yuan and Song Yuwei looked young, so I guessed they were just assistants.

It's not worth his time to pay much attention.

Everyone present could see his differential treatment, but no one said a word.

Such scenes of treating people differently based on their status in hospitals are nothing new.

Zheng Jiwen withdrew his hand, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"I am truly sorry, everyone. This matter was not well considered by our Zheng family."

"My second brother was anxious about my father's illness and didn't know that the hospital had arranged for a specialist to come over. He had invited a famous doctor from out of town early this morning."

"I hope you won't take it to heart that we've gathered two groups of doctors at once."

His tone was quite sincere; anyone in that situation would inevitably feel awkward.

Li Chongde simply smiled and waved his hand, completely unconcerned.

"Mr. Zheng, you don't need to worry about it."

"The old man's headache has lasted for almost half a month. We understand that his family is anxious. Having more doctors means having more options."

"Curing people is the most important thing; this little thing is nothing."

Director Ma nodded in agreement, indicating his understanding.

Having worked as a doctor for decades, I've seen countless cases of families desperately seeking any treatment, so I don't care about such an embarrassing situation.

"Thank you for your understanding, please come inside."

Zheng Jiwen breathed a sigh of relief and led the group into the villa.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a huge living room, luxuriously decorated and filled with mahogany furniture.

An elderly man with white hair was already sitting on the sofa.

Dressed in a traditional Chinese Tang suit, stroking his white beard, he exuded an aura of authority just by sitting there.

Just by looking at him, you can feel the composure of a veteran doctor.

Upon seeing the man's appearance, Li Chongde was immediately taken aback and quickly stepped forward, speaking with exceptional respect.

"Uncle-Master! What brings you here?"

Upon hearing the address "Uncle-Master," both Director Ma and Song Yuwei were momentarily stunned.

Director Ma's expression changed; he clearly hadn't expected to run into this person here.

The old man's name was Shen Zhenlin.

He was a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the entire Jiangnan province, having practiced medicine for over fifty years.

Who would have thought that the doctor invited by the second brother of the Zheng family would be such an important figure?

Shen Zhenlin looked up at Li Chongde, a slight smile on his face, and slowly stroked his beard as he spoke.

"So it's Chongde."

"It's been quite a while since I last saw you, and you've become even more composed."

Li Chongde stood properly and replied with a smile.

"Thanks to my uncle's guidance back then, everything on my end has gone relatively smoothly."

"I received the call-out notice today, and I never expected to run into you here. It's truly an unexpected surprise."

With his own martial uncle around, Old Master Zheng's troublesome headache has now been given an extra layer of protection.

Shen Zhenlin nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Li Chongde's back.

First, the gaze swept over Director Ma and Song Yuwei, and finally landed on Lin Yuan, who was standing at the very end.

Seeing that Lin Yuan was young, he stood quietly to the side, neither speaking nor trying to steal the spotlight.

Shen Zhenlin subconsciously judged that she was just a young doctor who had come along for an internship.

I'm relatively inexperienced and lack practical experience; I'm just here to broaden my horizons.

Zheng Jiwen, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward to strike up a conversation.

"Mr. Shen, thank you for coming all this way."

After speaking, he briefly introduced Director Ma behind him to Shen Zhenlin.

After that, he only vaguely mentioned that she was a doctor at the city hospital, without mentioning Lin Yuan and Song Yuwei separately at all.

Song Yuwei frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything and stood quietly in place.

In contrast, Lin Yuan's face remained completely expressionless.

Without making a sound, he quietly activated his Qi Observation Technique and glanced towards the master bedroom of the villa.

A faint, gloomy aura hung over the inner room.

It wasn't strong, but it lingered stubbornly in the room and wouldn't dissipate.

It's not as simple as a regular migraine.

No wonder I went to three major hospitals, had CT scans and MRIs done, and tried various Western medicines, but to no avail.

This is a case of malevolent spirits disturbing the spirit; instruments cannot detect it at all.

Western medicine treats the symptoms but completely misses the root cause.

Even the renowned Shen Zhenlin, relying solely on pulse diagnosis, would likely not be able to pinpoint the true cause of the illness.

At this moment, Shen Zhenlin stood up, raised his hand to compose himself, and spoke in a steady and powerful voice.

"Now that all the doctors have gathered, let's go see the patient first."

"In treating illness, there is no order of precedence or school of thought. Everyone should share their thoughts later so we can discuss them together."

Li Chongde immediately responded, "I will follow your instructions, Uncle-Master."

Zheng Jiwen's face instantly lit up with joy, and he quickly stepped forward to lead the way.

"Thank you, doctors. I'll take you to my father's bedroom now!"

A group of people followed Zheng Jiwen up to the second floor.

As soon as the master bedroom door was opened, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere rushed out.

Lying on the bed was an elderly man with gray hair, none other than Zheng Hongchang, the patriarch of the Zheng family.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and he kept raising his hand to press his temples. His face was extremely haggard, and his eyes were full of dark circles. It was clear that he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Even with the air conditioning on, Grandpa Zheng would groan softly from time to time, unable to bear the headache when it flared up.

Shen Zhenlin walked straight to the bedside, and without saying much, pulled out a chair and sat down.

According to the rules of medical practice, he is the most senior and has the greatest reputation, so naturally he will be the first to examine and take the pulse.

Li Chongde, Director Ma, and the others stood quietly to the side, not daring to make a sound to disturb them.

Song Yuwei gripped the medical report tightly in her hand, her heart filled with curiosity.

All the instruments couldn't find the problem, so she wanted to see what this famous doctor from Jiangnan could figure out.

Lin Yuan stood at the end of the crowd, his expression calm, watching quietly.

Shen Zhenlin placed two fingers on the old man's wrist pulse, his eyes slightly closed, and his fingers moved gently from time to time, carefully feeling the rise and fall of the pulse.

A full ten minutes passed.

He released his grip, slowly stood up, stroked his gray beard, and spoke with a firm tone.

"The patient's illness is not ordinary; it is caused by evil spirits entering the body and disturbing the spirit, which is why he suffers from migraines day and night and cannot sleep at night."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire bedroom fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone present was stunned.

Zheng Jiwen stood to the side, his expression suddenly changing.

He initially thought it was just a rare brain disease and never considered it to be anything sinister.

Director Ma, a pure Western medicine doctor who has spent his entire life treating patients with instruments and tests, frowned upon hearing this, finding it hard to accept the explanation.

"Professor Shen, could it be a misdiagnosis? We've done a full set of brain imaging, and there were no abnormal lesions."

Shen Zhenlin glanced at him indifferently and explained calmly.

"The instruments can detect bleeding lesions, but they cannot detect the invisible evil spirits."

"A weak, floating, and disordered pulse indicates that the mind and spirit are disturbed. Western medicine and acupuncture can only temporarily calm the mind, treating the symptoms but not the root cause, so naturally they have no effect whatsoever."

Li Chongde nodded repeatedly, as he understood the concept of evil spirits disturbing the spirit in traditional Chinese medicine, and immediately agreed.

"My uncle is right. Some strange illnesses are simply not covered by traditional Chinese medicine."

Song Yuwei bit her lip, feeling half-believing and half-doubting.

She is a doctor of Western medicine and has been exposed to modern medicine since childhood. The concept of "yin evil" is too vague and difficult for her to accept at first.