Chapter Four

Luo Fancheng was taken aback—he never expected the director to come looking for him. In the past, the director wouldn’t even spare him a glance. But upon seeing Liu Tianji beside him, Luo Fancheng instantly understood the reason.

He nodded in response.

“So young, yet possessing such medical skill without arrogance—how rare! May I ask, sir, from whom did you learn your craft?”

Luo Fancheng shook his head. “The old man… has departed this world.”

“He has passed, then.”

Zhao De was stunned. The teacher who could produce a disciple with godlike medical abilities was gone? What a loss for Yanxia—the departure of a master worthy of being called a national treasure and saint of medicine. But Luo Fancheng himself was remarkable, and Zhao De was determined to keep him; he would be invaluable to the hospital’s future.

With a smile, Zhao De raised his right hand and placed it on Luo Fancheng’s shoulder. “Would Mr. Luo be willing to stay at the hospital?”

Luo Fancheng replied immediately, “To be honest, I’m here today to resign.”

Zhao De sighed in regret. “With your skills, Mr. Luo, if you stay, I am willing to offer you the position and benefits of a vice director. What do you think?”

Luo Fancheng was surprised by Zhao De’s generosity. Still, remembering his small goal of earning a billion, he declined, saying, “No, thank you. I prefer the freedom outside rather than staying in one place.”

Zhao De paused, not expecting such a generous offer to be refused, but then realized it made sense. With such extraordinary skill, how could Luo Fancheng confine himself to a modest private hospital?

Still, it wouldn’t hurt to establish a connection with such talent.

“In that case, I won’t press you further. Here is my card. If you need anything in the future, I will do my utmost—consider it repayment for your help today.”

Luo Fancheng took Zhao De’s card, exchanged a few polite words, and then left.

Just as he stepped out of the hospital, he spotted a familiar figure. At first, he was unsure, but as the person drew closer, he recognized him: Ouyang Feng, the very man who had teased his wife at home earlier that day.

Ouyang Feng was still dressed in the same black suit, holding hands with a tall woman beside him. Their manner was intimate.

“What a scoundrel,” Luo Fancheng muttered.

Ouyang Feng noticed Luo Fancheng at the entrance, signaled subtly to the woman, and their demeanor became slightly more restrained, though their hands remained joined.

Luo Fancheng smiled inwardly. Seeing Ouyang Feng and the woman, he greeted them with a cheerful grin. “Well, Young Master Feng, here you are.” He turned to the woman and continued, “My, so beautiful—but still not quite as lovely as the woman this morning.”

Ouyang Feng’s face showed guilt, but he forced himself to scold, “You useless fool, what are you doing here?”

Luo Fancheng smiled, gesturing to his security uniform. “Can’t you see? I’m a security guard. Looks like you came for an ophthalmology appointment, but what bad luck—the eye doctors are all off duty.”

Ouyang Feng was momentarily speechless; something felt off, but Luo Fancheng’s words made perfect sense.

The woman beside Ouyang Feng looked at him sternly. “You know him, and he knows you. Tell me—how many women do you have outside?”

Ah—

Before she could finish, the woman screamed and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

“Xiao Li! Xiao Li, what’s wrong?” Ouyang Feng hurried to check on her.

“My, my, Young Master Feng, just how many women do you have out there to make her this angry? She’s gone pale from rage,” Luo Fancheng remarked with a chuckle.

“You useless fool, just wait—I’ll deal with you later!” Ouyang Feng glared at Luo Fancheng, then prepared to lift Xiao Li from the ground.

As Ouyang Feng picked her up, Luo Fancheng noticed faint traces of blood on the black skirt Xiao Li was wearing.

“Tsk, tsk. Deal with me? Rage attacking the heart, pale complexion, and bleeding—this is no trivial matter. I wager you’ll have to come back and beg me for help.”

“You shameless parasite, you really dare to boast? I’ll call Director Zhao and have you fired!” Ouyang Feng mocked as he hurriedly carried Xiao Li toward the emergency room.

Luo Fancheng watched Ouyang Feng’s retreating figure, a hint of amusement on his lips.

A familiar scene—one triumphant, the other somewhat battered.

Emergency Room

One call from Ouyang Feng brought Liu Tianji to personally handle the rescue. After all, Jiangbei Pharmaceuticals, Ouyang Feng’s company, was the supplier for Shenghua Hospital. Liu Tianji dared not neglect him.

Half an hour later, Liu Tianji emerged from the emergency room, shaken, and shook his head at Ouyang Feng. “Young Master Feng, we’ve done all we can.”

“What?” Ouyang Feng’s face was incredulous, stumbling backward and collapsing to the floor.

“The patient is pregnant. Preliminary suspicion is poisoning, compounded by acute emotional distress causing profuse toxic bleeding. There’s nothing more we can do,” Liu Tianji explained.

“No… Impossible! How could she be poisoned?”

“My Ouyang family has only one heir in five generations. Xiao Li finally conceived—she can’t die, she can’t!” Ouyang Feng muttered frantically, then grabbed Liu Tianji’s collar and roared, “You useless lot! Can’t even save a life—what kind of doctors are you?”

“Young Master Feng, we have truly done everything we could. It’s hopeless now. You should say your goodbyes to the patient.” Liu Tianji removed Ouyang Feng’s hand from his collar and continued, “But… there is one person who might be able to save her.”

“Who?” Ouyang Feng asked urgently.

In Ouyang Feng’s mind, the number of people in Jianglan City with medical skills surpassing Liu Tianji could be counted on one hand, and all had some connection to Jiangbei Pharmaceuticals.

“This man’s name is Luo Fancheng. Until today, he worked here as a security guard. His medical expertise far exceeds mine. If he acts, there’s hope.”

“You think I’m easy to fool? You expect me to believe this Luo is a useless parasite, a live-in son-in-law? You’re saying this trash can save lives?”

Remembering Luo Fancheng’s words earlier at the hospital entrance, Ouyang Feng continued, “How much did that Luo pay you to say this?”

“Young Master Feng, I witnessed Mr. Luo perform the long-lost Soul-Returning Needle technique today. His needlework is beyond anything I could ever hope to achieve.”

After Liu Tianji finished, Ouyang Feng lowered his head, deep in thought.

“What should I do? Do I really have to beg that worthless man?”

Ring, ring—ring, ring—

Suddenly, his phone rang. As soon as he answered, the voice on the other end demanded,

“How’s Xiao Li?”

“N-nothing’s wrong,” Ouyang Feng replied.

“Good. She’s my only daughter. If anything happens, you can forget about being general manager—just get out.”

“Yes, yes, Father-in-law.”