Chapter 97: Not Worth Any Amount of Money

  Since ancient times, beautiful women are like famous generals, not allowed to be seen with white hair in the mortal world!

  Mr. Tang was a brave and powerful hero in his youth, but now he looks really old!

  However, in official circles, especially among those at the highest level of power in China, sixty years old is exactly the golden age to enter the core leadership.

  However, there have been rumors circulating recently that Tang Yunshan, the old master of Tang, has been plagued by illness for a long time. If he cannot recover, he will be unable to cope with the various complex tasks of core leadership, and at that time, there will only be another candidate.

  In other words, whether Ye Han can successfully cure Tang Yunshan's illness this time is crucial for the Tang family. If he succeeds, Tang Yunshan will be able to enter the core leadership of Huaxia as he wishes; if not, his political life may gradually come to an end.

  Ye Han thought about these things in his heart, but he didn't lose his composure or become distracted. He stood in front of the bed and smiled at Tang Yunshan, waving his hand and greeting him, saying "Old master, it's great to see you again!"

  At this moment, everyone else in the ward had a serious face, and only Ye Han himself could laugh out loud, laughing so carefree and radiant.

  Several doctors glared at Ye Han angrily. If it weren't for Tang Yunshan specifying that he wanted to see Ye Han, they would have definitely chased him out of here on the spot!

  "Hehe...... Ye Xiaoshen, you're here?" Seeing Ye Han, Tang Yunshan's eyes lit up, and he forced a faint smile on his lips, trying to sit up. Tang Ping hastily said: "Dad, be careful, the doctor doesn't want you moving around..."

  Tang Yunshan exerted some effort, but didn't know where he was pulling, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, a painful expression on his face. After lying down with Tang Ping's support, he let out a long sigh and bitterly smiled: "This body of mine is really about to be scrapped! Ye Xiaoshen, you tell me, this illness of mine, can it still be cured? If not, I'd rather just take one needle and end my life, it's better than lying here unable to move in pain!"

  Tang Xue gently grasped her grandfather's hand and scolded, "Grandfather, what nonsense are you talking about? Don't say unlucky things! Ye Han has come, he said he can cure you, so he definitely can!"

  "Really?" Tang Yunshan's spirit was slightly lifted, and he glanced at the several doctors standing a little further away, saying: "This illness of mine, all you medical experts didn't dare guarantee that it could be cured! Ye Xiaosheng, are you confident?"

  Ye Han smiled and said: "Old man, you keep calling me 'divine doctor' one sentence after another. If I can't cure it, won't that ruin the signboard?"

  From Ye Han's words, Tang Yunshan naturally heard that he was confident and his mood suddenly relaxed. Tang Yunshan said: "Good, I trust you! What medicine or medical equipment do you need to prepare? Just tell the doctor here!"

  Ye Han shrugged and said: "But... it seems that the doctors here are not very friendly to me!"

  "Huh?" What kind of person is Tang Yunshan? Upon hearing Ye Han's words and taking a look at the expressions on those doctors' faces, he vaguely understood what was going on. Smiling, he said to the doctors, "I forgot to introduce him to you all. This young doctor Ye not only has exceptional medical skills but is also a skilled martial artist and a hero who saves lives. The little hero from the news recently, who bravely rushed into the flames and rescued over a hundred tourists, was actually him!"

  What? He is that Ye Han?

  How brilliant Ye Han's medical skills were and how fierce his kung fu was, the doctors present had not seen it with their own eyes. However, they had all witnessed the magnificent scene of Ye Han saving people from the fire, and they all sincerely admired this brave and powerful little hero. As soon as Tang Yunshan said that the young man in front of them was the little hero who saved people, several doctors looked at Ye Han with a glance.

  The video of Ye Han saving people circulating online was not very clear, and only the outline of Ye Han could be seen, but his facial features couldn't be made out. If Tang Yunshan hadn't spoken up at this time, they wouldn't have recognized that this Ye Han was the same as that Ye Han.

  Although these doctors were unwilling to let Ye Han treat Tang Yunshan, it did not mean that his professional ethics had any problems. They just saw that Ye Han was really young and didn't have a good reputation, so they worried about letting him operate on Tang Yunshan. If something went wrong, the impact would be huge.

  "The leader of the medical team said seriously, 'Young fellow, although your heroic act of saving a life is worthy of everyone's praise and admiration, but in terms of treating illnesses and saving lives, you may not be better than us professionals. So I still hope that you can carefully consider...'"

  "Never mind!" Ye Han waved his hand and said: "Tang Lao has agreed himself, what else can you have to ask?"

  The doctor's expression paused for a moment, and he sighed silently, saying: "Okay, what do you need? Tell me..."

  "I've brought everything that's needed," Ye Han said, producing several items from his body with a flourish, waving them in his hand and saying, "Here they are."

  "This... you're going to use these things to treat Secretary Tang?" The doctor saw Ye Han holding a box of silver needles and a round, greenish-yellow pill the size of a grape, and nothing else. He was taken aback and muttered: "You're planning to use traditional Chinese medicine to treat Secretary Tang's illness? This... how can this possibly be effective?"

  Ye Han rolled her eyes and said in a bad mood, "How, looking down on my silver needle and medicine pill? Let me tell you, this medicine pill was refined by me with great difficulty, priceless!"

  The doctor didn't say a word, but the expression on his face already said it all. He thought to himself: what's the use of just one box of silver needles and one pill? Not worth a fortune... Do you think that pill is an elixir or something?

  Other doctors also looked disbelieving.

  Ye Han knew his medical skills were unimaginable to the doctors in this world, but he didn't bother explaining it to them. He turned to Tang Yunshan on the hospital bed and asked, "Old man, how are you feeling now?"

  "What else can I do? It's just all kinds of suffering! There's this intermittent pain in my chest, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, and sometimes I even get shortness of breath, fatigue all over, nausea, vomiting... This damned illness is going to torture me to death. Ugh, when it acts up, I really wish I could just die immediately!"

  "Grandpa, you're talking nonsense again! You're jinxing us!" Tang Xue stomped her foot and said with a pout.

  Tang Yunshan was most doting on this strange and eccentric granddaughter, hastily saying: "Alright alright, no more nonsense... I won't say any more! Hmm, Ye Han, when do you plan to treat my illness?"

  "For now!" Ye Han waved the "Wood Spirit Pill" in his hand and said, "You take this pill first, then I'll need about an hour to administer the needle, after that you might need to rest for three to five days before being discharged."

  “……”

  As soon as he said this, the whole ward fell silent. Those doctors rolled their eyes and thought to themselves: "Is it really possible that just taking a pill or getting an acupuncture treatment can cure Old Master Tang's illness? Does he think he is a god descended from heaven?"

  Tang Yunshan couldn't help but feel excited in his heart and asked urgently: "Ye Han, three to five days... can I really be discharged from the hospital?"

  "Probably can!"

  Tang Ping excitedly said: "Great! Ye Han, then you can start now! Oh, do we need to lend a hand on the side?"

  Ye Han thought for a moment and said: "Everyone else can leave, Uncle Tang you stay!"

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