My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

Su Zhenhai's smile froze instantly, his face turning red and white in turns, as if a dye shop had been opened. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single fart for a long time.

"And you," he said, pointing at Lin Wanrong with his fingertip, his tone languid, "you just said you wanted Qingyuan to break off our engagement, and that I cheated the Su family out of 5 billion. Did you say that?"

Lin Wanrong's hand, holding the bottle of mineral water, froze in mid-air, unsure whether to move forward or backward. She was so embarrassed she could barely stand, and forced a dry laugh, "No, no, Mr. Ye, you must have misheard..."

"Did you hear me wrong?"

Ye Xunhuan raised an eyebrow, then looked at Su Manni, his smile becoming even more roguish.

"You just said I wasn't even worthy to carry Zhao Zhenyu's shoes, and that Qingyuan marrying me was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. What, has the cow dung turned into gold now? Getting so close, aren't you afraid of picking up some of my poverty?"

Su Manni's face turned pale instantly. She shrank back, lowered her head, and dared not utter a sound.

"And you, Su Jiaming," he raised his chin, "you were just rolling up your sleeves trying to push me, and now you want to follow me? I wouldn't dare take in a weathervane like you, who'll fall over at the slightest breeze and then sell me off later."

One sentence at a time, name them one by one, exposing everyone's true colors without any mercy.

The scene was deathly silent; the awkward atmosphere was almost frozen.

The smiles on the faces of the Su family members completely vanished. They were unsure whether to stand or sit, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

They thought Ye Xunhuan was young and easy to fool, and that a few nice words would be enough to coax him. Little did they know that he was as clear-headed as a mirror and remembered everything.

Seeing their embarrassed state, Ye Xunhuan laughed even harder.

It's really fun to tease them, isn't it?

He turned his head, reached out and pinched Su Qingyuan's cheek, his tone slightly mischievous: "Let's go, shall I treat you to some grilled sausage?"

Su Qingyuan's face flushed instantly. She slapped his hand away and glared at him, but her eyes were soft and lacked any power, instead sounding like a coquettish scolding.

She muttered under her breath, "Who's going to eat your sausage...?"

"It's you?"

Ye Xunhuan laughed even harder, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her towards the door. "You were just protecting me a moment ago, and now you're denying it?"

Su Qingyuan's face turned even redder, and she let him hold her without struggling anymore.

As Ye Xunhuan passed the black Bentley parked at the entrance, he didn't stop. He glanced at the car window out of the corner of his eye, tapped his pocket twice with his fingertips, and then subtly tilted his head towards Su Zhenhai behind him.

Inside the car, Ling Jinghong saw this little action clearly, and a very faint smile appeared on her lips.

She tapped lightly on the car window with her fingertips and whispered instructions to the driver in the front seat:

"Go and investigate Su Zhenhai. List out all the assets he has transferred from the Su Group in the past three years, one by one."

"I want to see the complete accounts by 3 p.m.

"Yes, Commander Ling." The driver replied in a deep voice and immediately took out his phone to issue orders.

In the hall, Su Zhenbang panicked as soon as he saw Ye Xunhuan about to leave.

The 5 billion loan deal hasn't been finalized yet, and the Su family hasn't gotten over their hurdles. How can we let him go?

He quickly caught up with her, a guilty yet ingratiating smile plastered on his face.

"Mr. Ye, please wait! What happened before was all our fault. Please forgive us! That 5 billion loan..."

"A loan, huh?"

Ye Xunhuan didn't stop walking. Without turning his head, he waved his hand and said, "Go talk to Manager Wang. He knows how to do it."

President Wang immediately bowed and scraped forward, saying, "President Su, rest assured! The 5 billion loan will be processed through a special approval process immediately, with the lowest possible interest rate! The funds are guaranteed to arrive within three days!"

Su Zhenbang was overjoyed and his hands trembled with excitement.

Fifty billion! The deadly predicament that had been suffocating the Su family was resolved so easily?

Just as he was about to thank him again, his cell phone suddenly started vibrating wildly in his pocket, the urgent ringing sounding particularly jarring in the quiet hall.

Su Zhenbang frowned, took out his phone and saw that it was a call from the ancestral home's housekeeper.

His heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling. He quickly pressed the answer button.

"Feed? What is it?"

"Second Master! Something terrible has happened! The old man suddenly couldn't breathe and is about to die!"

The butler's voice, choked with sobs, came through the receiver: "Zhao Zhenyu said he'd invited a renowned doctor from Beijing, Dr. Li, who claimed he could cure the old man's illness. So we had him come to the ancestral home to perform acupuncture. But after Dr. Li only inserted two needles, the old man fainted and is now barely breathing! Please come back and see him!"

"What?!"

Su Zhenbang's mind went blank, he almost dropped his phone, and his face turned deathly pale.

Old Master Su is the pillar of the Su family. He single-handedly built the Su Group into a powerful empire. If he were to pass away, the Su family, which was already in dire straits, would likely fall apart!

The surrounding members of the Su family also heard the gist of it and immediately erupted in chaos.

"What? Dad's dying?" Lin Wanrong screamed, her face turning pale.

"Zhao Zhenyu hired a miracle doctor? What is he up to! He's courting death and dragging the old man down with him!" Su Zhenhai was both anxious and angry, jumping up and down as he cursed.

"The legendary doctor Li from the capital? Is it Li Xuandao? He's a national-level expert, how could something like this happen to him?" someone muttered in disbelief.

The scene instantly descended into chaos, with people crying, cursing, and panicking—all sorts of reactions.

Su Qingyuan swayed, her eyes instantly reddening. Her grandfather had always doted on her, and they were the closest of friends. Upon hearing that he was critically ill, tears streamed down her face. She gripped Ye Xunhuan's hand tightly, her fingertips trembling, her voice choked with sobs: "Ye Xunhuan… my grandfather again…"

Ye Xunhuan stopped and turned to look at her reddened eyes, his nonchalant expression softening slightly.

He reached out and gently wiped the anxiety from her face with his fingertips, his movements unusually gentle. "Why are you crying? How did they kill the old man? How did I bring him back to life?"

A single sentence landed lightly, and the chaotic scene instantly fell silent.

Everyone turned to look at Ye Xunhuan, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Su Zhenbang suddenly realized what was happening, rushed over in a few steps, almost knelt down, his voice trembling with tears:

"Mr. Ye! You...you know medicine?! Please, please save my father! I'll give you anything you need to save him!"

"I'll give you half of the shares in the Su Group!"

Su Zhenhai, who was standing nearby, knew about Ye Xunhuan's medical skills, but he still muttered to himself:

"That's Li Xuandao, the renowned master of traditional Chinese medicine from Beijing, known as 'One Needle to Heal the Dead.' Even he couldn't handle it... Can Mr. Ye manage it?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ye Xunhuan gave him a half-smile, half-smile, and he immediately shrank back, shutting his mouth and not daring to utter a sound.

"national champion?"

Ye Xunhuan chuckled, flicked the remaining candy stick in his mouth into the trash can next to him, put his hands in his pockets and walked out the door. His tone was lazy and casual, but it carried an arrogant air of looking down on everything.

"Alright, I've been itching to get my hands dirty. Let's go check out the ancestral home. I want to see what kind of charlatan this is, daring to call himself a miracle doctor and even mess with my patients."

Su Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

A group of people followed behind, no one daring to speak loudly, but their hearts were pounding with anxiety.

If even Doctor Li couldn't cure him, could he really save him?

On the ground, Zhao Zhenyu watched as everyone left, leaving only himself, his unconscious father, and two expressionless security guards staring at them. He felt both hatred and fear, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He tried to climb, but the security guard stepped on his back, rendering him unable to move.

Bank Manager Wang coldly ordered the security captain, "Keep a close eye on these two. Freeze all of the Zhao family's accounts and do not allow a single penny to be transferred out."

"In addition, send someone to wait at the gate of the ancestral home. Mr. Ye is ready to be at your service at any time."

"yes!"

After giving his instructions, Bank Manager Wang straightened his suit and followed after him eagerly.

How could he possibly miss such a good opportunity to curry favor with Mr. Ye?

A black Bentley followed leisurely behind on the street.

The driver asked in a low voice, "Commander Ling, should we send the medical team from Lingxiao Pavilion over to be on standby?"

Ling Jinghong sat in the back seat, watching the boy in front of her casually dragging the girl along, and chuckled softly, tapping her fingertips lightly on the car window.

"No need. With his medical skills, even ten Li Xuandaos tied together wouldn't be enough to beat him."

"Someone is offering themselves up for my junior brother to step on, and we can just watch the show."

The wind swirled up the fallen leaves on the street. Ye Xunhuan strolled ahead, a new lollipop dangling from his mouth. His back looked nonchalant, yet he was like a mountain, shielding all the chaos and storms behind him.

At the Su family's ancestral home, Li Xuandao, known as the top martial arts expert in the capital, was still putting on airs, waiting for the Su family members to kneel down and express their gratitude.

He never dreamed that his trip to Jiangcheng wouldn't turn him into a benevolent savior, but instead would lead him to encounter a real—

Myths of medicine.