Peerless Little Divine Doctor: The Beautiful CEO Falls for Me

After concentrating for a while, he could vaguely see the aura emanating from Li Fugui.

Upon seeing this, Chen Yuanbao frowned.

There was a very thick black aura on the old man's liver.

The stagnation of liver qi, coupled with long-term alcohol consumption, has allowed this dark energy to penetrate deep into the liver.

Based on the medical knowledge included with the [Taiqing Xuanyuan Gong], this old man's liver can only last for about three more months before serious problems arise.

Chen Yuanbao opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

What a golden opportunity!

He wants to play a much bigger game.

Li Fugui got into trouble in less than a week.

That night, Li Fugui was drinking with some elderly people in the village when he suddenly vomited blood, staining the dishes on the table red.

Qian Cuihua was terrified and took Li Fugui to the town hospital that very night.

The old doctor at the town hospital looked very grim after reviewing the scans:

"There's a shadow on this liver; the situation is very serious. We need to transfer you to a major hospital in the provincial capital immediately."

Upon hearing that he was to be transferred to the provincial capital, Li Fugui immediately collapsed into his chair and refused to move.

Over the years, as village head, he amassed several hundred thousand yuan in secret savings by skimming off every penny. But what can you do with that amount of money in a major hospital in the provincial capital? You have to wait half a month to get an appointment with a specialist.

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Qian Cuihua cried very sadly in the hospital corridor.

Li Ergou and Li Dazhuang sighed to the side.

News spreads quickly in the village.

The next morning, everyone in the village knew: Village Chief Li was going to die.

Chen Yuanbao was adding water to the Lingquan Well in the courtyard when he received the news.

Widow Liu ran over to him and said:

"Yuanbao, that old bastard Li Fugui, I heard he vomited blood and is almost dying. Did you know that?"

Chen Yuanbao hummed in agreement, feigning concern.

"Is it that serious?"

"That's right," Widow Liu said, pursing her lips. "This is retribution. Just a few days ago, his wife was cursing me in the village, but yesterday she cried like she had lost her own father. God has eyes."

Chen Yuanbao smiled and put the bucket down:

"Sister-in-law, let's go to the town hospital together."

Widow Liu's eyes widened:

"Huh? Go see him? He treated us like that, and you still want to go see him?"

"Sister-in-law," Chen Yuanbao said, patting the water droplets off his hands, "listen to me, you absolutely have to go this time."

Although Widow Liu couldn't understand it, she still listened to Chen Yuanbao.

Before leaving, Chen Yuanbao drew a small bottle of water from the Spirit Spring Well and poured it into a mineral water bottle. Then he took out the "Power Pill" he had made the night before from the drawer and put it in his pocket.

The two people flagged down a tricycle at the village entrance and headed straight for the town hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, a group of people, all relatives of the Li family, gathered outside Li Fugui's ward.

Upon seeing Chen Yuanbao arrive, Li Dazhuang's face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What are you doing here? Just watching the show?"

Chen Yuanbao ignored him and went inside by himself.

Li Fugui lay on the hospital bed, his face sallow and his eyes sunken, looking ten years older than he actually was.

Qian Cuihua sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes swollen and red from crying.

The moment Qian Cuihua saw Chen Yuanbao enter, her expression changed immediately:

"What...what are you doing here? Our family hasn't offended you! If you want to see a joke, go somewhere else!"

Chen Yuanbao chuckled and placed the mineral water bottle and a few pills on the bedside table:

"Aunt Qian, I'm not here to laugh at you. I'm here to treat the village chief."

"See a doctor?" Qian Cuihua was stunned.

Li Fugui on the bed also opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes looking at Chen Yuanbao.

There was hostility, wariness, and something else in his eyes that was hard to describe.

"Chen Yuanbao..." Li Fugui said in a hoarse voice, "You've come to see me make a fool of myself?"

Chen Yuanbao walked to the bedside, pulled up a chair, and sat down:

"Village chief, if I wanted to laugh at you, I wouldn't have come all the way to town."

He took out the few pills from his pocket:

"I heard from others these past few days that your illness is very serious, so I specially bought some medicine for you."

Li Fugui sneered:

"Your medicine? My liver is practically ruined, what use are your worthless pills?"

"Believe it or not," Chen Yuanbao said, placing the "power pill" on the bedside table. "If you don't want to take it, then I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, he stood up to leave.

Qian Cuihua panicked:

"Chen...Chen Yuanbao, wait a minute!"

She gritted her teeth and knelt down in front of Chen Yuanbao with a thud:

"Yuanbao, your auntie used to be sharp-tongued and said some bad things she shouldn't have. Please don't hold it against me. Please, have some pity on us and get the village chief checked out! Even if our Old Li isn't well, he's still an elder in the village. Just consider it an act of kindness..."

Chen Yuanbao was stunned for a moment.

He hadn't expected Qian Cuihua to kneel down.

"Aunt Qian, get up." He reached out to help her up.

Qian Cuihua refused to get up, tears streaming down her face.

Li Fugui on the bed closed his eyes and didn't say a word, but a tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

Chen Yuanbao helped Qian Cuihua up and let her sit on the chair next to him.

Then he turned to Li Fugui on the bed and said:

"Village chief, let me tell you the truth. Your illness can't be cured even in the big hospitals in the provincial capital. It's a mental illness, and only a mental illness can be cured."

Li Fugui shuddered and opened his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"You know best in your heart." Chen Yuanbao spoke softly, but every word seemed to strike Li Fugui's heart. "You've been the village chief for so many years, how many bad things have you done? You know the answer to that. All the resentment and anger you've accumulated over the years are hidden in your liver. Western medicine can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause."

Li Fugui's face gradually turned extremely pale.

"How...how did you know...?"

"Not only do I know," Chen Yuanbao said with a smile, "I can also help you resolve part of it."

He reached out and placed his hand on Li Fugui's liver.

Li Fugui tried to struggle, but was too weak to move.

A surge of heat slowly traveled from Chen Yuanbao's palm into Li Fugui's body.

The energy traveled along his meridians and finally reached his liver.

At first, Li Fugui felt scared, but gradually, the warm feeling made him relax.

He could feel the persistent, dull pain in his liver slowly disappearing.

About ten minutes later, Chen Yuanbao withdrew his hand.

He took the bottle of spiritual spring water and gave it to Li Fugui:

"I drank it."

Li Fugui took it and drank it down in one gulp.

The water was cool to the taste, flowing directly down the throat into the stomach, where it transformed into a warm current that spread throughout the body.