Peerless Medical Emperor

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Saintly Hand of Western Medicine?

The influx of tourists would undoubtedly boost the assets of the Four Great Clans, creating a steady stream of tourism revenue.

Unfortunately for them, Chen Qingdi had no intention of giving them that opportunity.

He had his eye on an up-and-coming corporation with immense potential.

It was the first move in his plan to take over Jinghai’s business world!

"Get the car. Mingxiu Group!"

Chen Qingdi gave the order, and Chen Yuan immediately went to prepare.

Less than five minutes later, Chen Qingdi arrived at Mingxiu Group. Just as he was about to head inside, he suddenly heard a desperate cry for help from behind him!

"Grandpa, what’s wrong?!"

"Grandpa, please don’t scare me! Wake up! Is there anyone who can help my grandfather? The Zheng Family will reward you handsomely!"

A stunningly beautiful woman in a white pantsuit, exuding a cold and noble aura, knelt before an old man with a deathly pale face.

She was none other than the beautiful president of Mingxiu Group, Zheng Wanqing!

Her face was etched with anxiety as she pleaded with the surrounding crowd, but no one dared to step forward.

The man who had collapsed was Elder Zheng Tianxiong of the Zheng Family. He had started from nothing at twenty and built his own business empire by thirty-five. Hailed as one of Jinghai’s three titans, he was worth billions!

He was on par with Jinghai’s richest man, Ye Haotian, and the general manager of the Emperor Medical Group, Li Changshan—perhaps even a step above them.

No one dared to take such a risk. If they failed and the elder died, they wouldn’t just face a lawsuit—they’d become an enemy of the powerful Zheng Family.

Only a fool would dare to try and save him.

However, Chen Qingdi couldn’t just stand by and watch.

’My master taught me that a healer must have a benevolent heart,’ Chen Qingdi murmured to himself. ’Since fate has brought us together today, I’ll make an exception and treat you.’

He then walked directly over to the beautiful woman.

"Your grandfather’s condition is caused by a blockage from toxins accumulated in his bloodstream."

"Saving him won’t be difficult. I just need to clear the blockage and let out some blood."

Chen Qingdi explained this to Zheng Wanqing and was about to take out his silver needles to begin treatment.

"How dare you! Who gave you permission to practice medicine without a license?!"

Just then, a stern-faced young man in a white coat rushed over.

"Elder Zheng’s condition is not a vascular blockage at all. Stop your nonsense."

"An illness like this can be cured with a single pill!"

The young man then took a box of medicine from his pocket and was about to place a pill in the elder’s mouth.

"You idiot! How can medicine solve a vascular blockage? You’re only treating the symptoms, not the root cause."

Chen Qingdi grabbed the young man’s hand and rebuked him.

"Who is this brat, daring to question Dr. Xu’s diagnosis?!"

"Do you have any idea who you’re talking to? Dr. Xu Jiancheng is a medical doctorate holder who studied overseas! He graduated from Harvard Medical School, has won the Lasker Medical Research Award three times, and is famous both at home and abroad. He’s known as the Saint of Western Medicine!"

"You’re not even qualified to be compared to him. Get out of the way if you know what’s good for you."

A man and a woman had suddenly appeared in front of Chen Qingdi, singing Dr. Xu Jiancheng’s praises.

In Chen Qingdi’s eyes, however, they were nothing more than a troupe of dancing clowns.

"I’d advise you to step aside. This has nothing to do with you."

"As long as I’m the one treating him, the elder is guaranteed an instant recovery!"

Arrogance was written all over Xu Jiancheng’s face, and his tone was even more brazen.

"Be my guest. But don’t come begging me for help if something goes wrong."

With that warning, Chen Qingdi stepped aside.

Xu Jiancheng saw this and assumed Chen Qingdi had backed down. He walked over to the elder and immediately yanked out the Golden Needle that Chen Qingdi had inserted.

"How dare you use this feudal, superstitious junk?" he scoffed, referring to traditional medicine.

"I’m surprised you’re not afraid of killing the elder."

After saying his piece, Xu Jiancheng moved to give the elder the medicine.

But then!

The elder, whose toxins had just been suppressed, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning a dark shade of purple!

"You imbecile! You’re trying to kill the elder!"

"That Golden Needle blood-drawing technique the Medical Saint just performed is something you could study for a lifetime, yet you dare to be so disrespectful to him! You truly are blind!"

Just then, an elderly man rushed forward, shouting at Xu Jiancheng.

This elder was none other than the North Sea Medicine King!

And now, he was merely a humble Attendant at Chen Qingdi’s side.

He had originally come here to see Elder Zheng and diagnose him.

He hadn’t expected to walk in just in time to see Xu Jiancheng humiliating Chen Qingdi.

Worse still, he had pulled out the very Golden Needle that could have saved Elder Zheng.

It was one thing for someone as shortsighted as Xu Jiancheng to fail to understand the medical arts Chen Qingdi had just displayed; that was to be expected.

But if he, the North Sea Medicine King, couldn’t understand it, then his own sixty years of medical practice would have been for nothing.

"Using a Golden Needle to guide the blood, drawing it forth to disperse clotting... This is the Blood Clotting Needle Technique, one of the Twenty-Six Celestial Needles. Am I correct, my lord?"

The North Sea Medicine King approached Chen Qingdi with utmost reverence, identifying the technique he had just performed.

"Correct. Although the Twenty-Six Celestial Needles is the most basic technique I know, it is more than sufficient to save Elder Zheng."

Chen Qingdi’s tone was casual, as if this legendary technique was beneath his notice.

But to the North Sea Medicine King’s ears, this was astounding. ’A monster! He’s an absolute monster!’ he thought.

Xu Jiancheng had heard of the North Sea Medicine King, and he recognized him at once.

The North Sea Medicine King was his senior, ranked thirtieth on the Dragon Country’s list of great physicians.

His own master ranked just below him, at number thirty-one.

While his master’s skills were not as exquisite as the North Sea Medicine King’s, he was still considered a Medicine King of his generation.

"Senior Medicine King," Xu Jiancheng said, "forgive my boldness, but what did you mean by that?"

Xu Jiancheng stepped forward, completely baffled, and asked the North Sea Medicine King.

The North Sea Medicine King turned his head, looked at Elder Zheng lying on the ground on the verge of death, and then and there, he dropped to his knees.

"My lord, I beg you, please save my old friend!"

"He has spent his entire life performing good deeds and is not a wicked man. Please, I implore you not to hold a grudge and lend him your aid!"

The North Sea Medicine King pleaded with Chen Qingdi, cupping his fists with tears welling in his eyes.

"I will save the man, of course," Chen Qingdi said. "But what about the one who just insulted me? How should we deal with that?"

"You know my disposition. I, Chen Qingdi, never let an insult go unanswered."

Chen Qingdi’s expression was grim, his tone laced with a murderous intent.

The North Sea Medicine King knew Chen Qingdi was genuinely angry. He walked directly over to Xu Jiancheng.

"Apologize to his lordship at once! If you don’t, not even your master will be able to protect you!"

"Do it now! If anything happens to Elder Zheng because of this, you’ll have only yourself to blame!"

Having said his piece, the North Sea Medicine King returned to Chen Qingdi’s side and stood there respectfully.

"North Sea Medicine King, I call you ’Senior’ out of respect for your position."

"So I’d advise you not to abuse it. What makes you think I’d apologize to a quack who peddles feudal superstitions?"

"If you want to be his dog, fine, but don’t drag me into it. I find it humiliating."

Xu Jiancheng shot back at the North Sea Medicine King with utter disdain.