Chapter 6: Foolish Doctor
Author: Fountainpen
last update2025-06-19 22:38:04

Silence descended, quickly morphing into shock and surprise.

 Doctor Fang reacted immediately, rushing to the Han Family Head and closely examining his body. 

Having not witnessed the Family Head's condition before Shen's intervention, Doctor Fang remained unaware of the extent of the improvement.

To him, the Family Head's life hung precariously in the balance, demanding immediate action. 

He dropped his medical bag and began rummaging through it.

"What happened here? Explain yourself!" he demanded, his voice sharp and authoritative.

Doctor Mark stammered, "I... I don't know, Doctor Fang."

But Doctor Fang ignored him, his focus entirely on the patient. 

He examined the Han Family Head with practised expertise, checking his pulse, his breathing, and the colour of his skin.

 His brow furrowed deeper with each passing moment.

"These needles..." Doctor Fang muttered, his fingers hovering over the golden acupuncture points. "What kind of technique is this? I've never seen anything like it."

He glanced at Doctor Mark, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What is this? Did you do this?"

Doctor Mark shook his head vehemently. "No, Doctor Fang! I swear! It's a lost technique called 'The Golden Ten Piercings.'"

Doctor Fang scoffed. "Lost technique? Nonsense! There's no such thing. This is quackery, plain and simple!”

Just then, the doors opened again, revealing a tall man with dark brown hair and fierce green eyes. He was the younger Family Head, Rosa's father, Lord Gu Han.

"What is all this commotion? What's going on?" he demanded as he entered the room. Lord Gu Han exuded an aura of authority, his very presence commanding respect.

He noticed his daughter was visibly agitated, clutching her phone. She frantically attempted to call someone, but the line remained dead.

"Rosa? What's happening here? Why are you so distressed?" Lord Gu asked.

Rosa looked at her father, her voice trembling. "I can't reach him. He's not answering. I don't know what to do…"

"Lord Gu, I greet you!" Doctor Fang interjected, bowing respectfully.

"Ah, Doctor Fang, what seems to be the matter?" Lord Gu inquired.

"I regret to inform you that the Family Head's life is in grave danger. He is on the verge of death, and we must act swiftly!" Doctor Fang declared, his words capturing everyone's attention. 

Lord Gu stared at the Family Head, then back at the doctor, his face etched with disbelief.

Doctor Fang enjoyed a reputation as a highly accomplished physician in the East. He served as president of the Medical Association, owned a prestigious hospital, and mentored numerous junior doctors.

Given his standing, Doctor Fang's pronouncements carried considerable weight. The colour drained from Lord Gu's face.

"What can be done? How can you save my father?" Lord Gu asked, grasping Doctor Fang's hands.

"Immediate surgery is imperative! It is the only course of action. I have brought my instruments. I will require some assistance, but fortunately, I have a junior colleague present, so we should manage." Doctor Fang explained.

Lord Gu nodded, relief washing over him. "Do whatever is necessary. Any support you require will be provided. Should he survive… You will be rewarded handsomely. I give you my word!"

Doctor Fang offered a thin smile and returned to the Family Head, donning his surgical gloves. He beckoned Doctor Mark closer.

"Prepare yourself. We must remove the acupuncture needles before commencing the procedure," Doctor Fang instructed.

Doctor Mark remained motionless, shaking his head. Doctor Fang frowned, confusion evident on his face.

"What are you doing? Carefully remove the needles. We must act quickly to save his life!" Doctor Fang urged, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

"He said not to remove them for at least three hours," Doctor Mark replied hesitantly.

"What nonsense is this, young man? Who instructed you to do such a thing?" Doctor Fang demanded.

"His name is Shen. He was the one who brought the Family Head back from the brink of death. Let's wait for him, trust his judgment," Doctor Mark replied meekly.

Doctor Fang glared at his junior, disgust contorting his features. "You! You're a disgrace to the medical field. You allowed a charlatan to deceive you, to dictate your actions?

"He's... he's not a charlatan," Doctor Mark whispered.

"Then where is he? Why isn't he here to face the consequences of his actions? You are a fool. Leave me. I can manage without your assistance!" Doctor Fang turned away dismissively.

Doctor Fang reached for the needles, but Doctor Mark grabbed his arm, stopping him.

Instantly, Doctor Fang slapped Doctor Mark across the face, splitting his lip. Gasps echoed through the room as the onlookers witnessed the altercation.

"Don't you dare touch me!" Doctor Fang shouted, turning back to the Family Head. He yanked out all the needles.

The moment the last needle was removed, the sutures reopened, blood seeping anew. The Family Head's skin began to darken, his vitality visibly fading.

Doctor Fang paused, glancing at Doctor Mark. A wave of shock and disbelief washed over him. 

He had not anticipated such a rapid deterioration. 

He stumbled backward, realising the situation was beyond his control.

"What's happening?" Lord Gu asked, his voice laced with panic.

"Everything is under control. There's no need to worry," Doctor Fang lied, his hands trembling as he retrieved his scalpel, hoping to salvage the situation.

Suddenly, the Family Head's body convulsed violently, his limbs shaking uncontrollably.

"Cardiac arrest!" Doctor Mark cried out, horror etched on his face.

Doctor Fang's scalpel clattered to the floor, his face ashen. 

He had promised to save the Family Head, yet he had only worsened his condition.

The golden doors burst open once more, and Shen strode in, taking in the chaotic scene.

He rushed to the Family Head, pushing Doctor Fang aside. He turned to Doctor Mark, his voice laced with fury. "What did you do?! I told you not to remove the needles until I returned!"

"It wasn't me! It was him!" Doctor Mark quickly pointed to Doctor Fang, who remained paralysed with shock.

"Give me my needles!" Shen demanded immediately.

Doctor Fang, realising his predicament, attempted to regain control. "You con man! Did someone pay you to kill the Family Head?"

Shen ignored him, snatching back his needles. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a sprig of Sanren's Breath, a legendary herb said to bloom only on the mist-shrouded slopes of Mount Juntai. 

Legend held that the great herbalist, Sanren, first discovered its life-giving properties, and that it could only be harvested under the light of the full moon. 

It was said to possess unparalleled restorative properties, capable of mending even the most grievous wounds, revitalising the spirit, and even prolonging life.

He placed the sprig in the Family Head's mouth and without hesitation struck the pressure points to stimulate circulation, causing the old man's body to stiffen. 

He replaced the needles in their original positions, murmuring incantations as sweat beaded on his forehead, face for once, absent of any mirth or cheekiness. 

Finally, after a few minutes of tense silence, he sighed in relief.

The Family Head's body began to heal, the Sanren's Breath accelerating the process. Colour returned to his face, the sutures sealed, and he groaned softly in his sleep.

“He's stable.” He proclaimed, leaning back and pushing the damp hair from his forehead.

"Young one! I am eternally grateful!" Lord Gu exclaimed, falling to his knees. Gasps rippled through the room, but no one dared to speak.

Shen sighed. "It's too soon to celebrate. He would have fully recovered, but because of that… Doctor… we can't be certain he'll make a complete recovery. Unless…"

"Unless what?" Lord Gu asked, his eyes filled with desperate hope.

"We find a *Heart of Jintai*. It's an extremely rare flower and a life-saving remedy. If we cannot, the Family Head will require constant medication for the rest of his days," Shen said wearily.

Upon hearing this, Lord Gu rose to his feet and addressed his guards. "Seize Doctor Fang! He is banished from the Han Family forever. Should he be seen near any clan members or on the estate, he is to be killed!"

Doctor Fang's face turned ashen with terror as he was dragged away, screaming protests.

Lord Gu turned to Shen. "Allow me to express my profound gratitude. There is an auction this evening. You must accompany us. It is likely that the *Heart of Jintai* will be offered there."

"Oh? What is the name of this auction?" Shen asked, intrigued.

"Lunch with the GOLDMASTER!" Lord Gu replied, giving Shen a stiff smile.

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