Taoist Master Leaves the Mountains: All My Senior Sisters Love Me

"You're full of shit!"

The middle-aged woman, upon hearing Wang Ye's words, immediately cursed at him, "Are you cursing my son? Move aside right now, or I'll call the police!"

Wang Ye wanted to explain something, but then he heard the doctor opposite the middle-aged woman saying,

"Mrs. Zhang, what he said is actually correct."

At this, the middle-aged woman's face became even more panicked. She stopped cursing at Wang Ye and turned to the doctor with a frantic look, asking, "Then... then, is there still a chance to cure my son?"

"Money, our Zhang family has money. We're one of the four great families of Zheng He City; we have money, we don't lack money."

The middle-aged woman kept questioning the doctor, who said with difficulty, "Actually, I should have told you from the very beginning."

"Your son's leg injury is very serious, and unless it's treated immediately, it will be very difficult to cure later on. Even if it can be cured, there's a chance that it may leave a lingering ailment."

"This... this..."

The middle-aged woman trembled as if struck by lightning and turned her gaze back to Wang Ye, asking him desperately, "Then... can you cure my son? You just stopped us, does that mean you can cure him?"

Seeing the middle-aged woman like a drowning person who would latch onto even a straw as hope, the doctor wanted to convince her that it was impossible for Wang Ye to cure the injury.

After all, Wang Ye only appeared to be in his early twenties.

Even if he had studied medicine, he had probably just barely started, so how could he possibly cure such a severe leg injury of the middle-aged woman's son.

However.

When Wang Ye heard the middle-aged woman's words, he was extremely confident and asserted, "I can cure your son's leg condition."

"Then... then please hurry and treat my son, please hurry and treat him. My son has a bright future ahead of him; his leg cannot be ruined, it just cannot be ruined."

Seeing that Wang Ye didn't immediately agree, the middle-aged woman urged in panic, "If... if you cure him, we, the Zhang family, have money, we have money. Whatever amount you want, we have it, we have it all."

Wang Ye didn't care about the problem of money. In fact, when he saw the eighteen-year-old boy's leg injury, he only had time to assess the severity of the injury and had no interest in the matter of money.

He didn't answer the middle-aged woman's question simply because he had already begun to think about where to start in order to treat the eighteen-year-old boy's injury.

Fang Feifei understood Wang Ye's thoughts and without waiting for him to speak, she stepped forward and told the middle-aged woman, "Auntie, don't panic, he's already looking at your son's injury."

"Next, he will definitely be able to cure your son."

"Yes, yes, okay, okay."

The middle-aged woman uttered her words incoherently as the doctor on the side watched the scene with some concern.

After all, Wang Ye was only a little over twenty years old.

How could he possess such medical expertise?

And judging by Wang Ye's behavior, he intended to treat this seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy right here without machinery, sterilization, or any such preparations; how could that possibly be successful?

The middle-aged woman was now so anxious that her mind was unsettled, failing to think things through, but the doctor considered even more.

He cautioned the middle-aged woman, "Mrs. Zhang, this young fellow is so young, it's plain to see that he's not a proficient healer..."

"Shut up!"

As soon as the doctor had spoken, he was reprimanded by the middle-aged woman. Knowing that it was useless to talk to the middle-aged woman about the matter, he turned his attention to Wang Ye and reminded him:

"Young man, I don't know why you are doing this, but you should know that he is the son of Zheng He City's Zhang family. If it's because of your delay that his leg can't be saved, the Zhang family will definitely find a way to deal with you."

"It's okay."

Wang Ye waved his hand indifferently upon hearing the doctor's words, "I can definitely cure him!"

The doctor was momentarily speechless at Wang Ye's confident demeanor. Meanwhile, Wang Ye had already prepared the surgical knife, silver needles, and everything else needed perfectly during the time the doctor spoke.

The silver needles had been sterilized and were ready. Wang Ye moved with great speed, quickly inserting several silver needles into the area around the injury on the seventeen- or eighteen-year-old's leg.

As soon as the silver needles were inserted, the flow of fresh blood from the boy's leg injury slowed down.

Just as the doctor, who had been about to speak with Wang Ye again, saw these maneuvers, he was momentarily taken aback.

Wang Ye had inserted the silver needles in one fluid motion, as smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water, and not even the most famous old practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Zheng He City could insert silver needles with such speed when treating patients.

Although this doctor was not a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine, he still had some understanding of the human body's acupoints. After observing the points where Wang Ye had inserted the needles, he found not a single error.

The speed of inserting the silver needles was so fast.

And there was not a single mistake.

Witnessing this, the doctor suddenly felt that Wang Ye's calm and confident manner might not be an overconfidence at all.

But rather, that Wang Ye truly had the skill.

Subsequently, Wang Ye set the bones, applied medicine, and handled every detail impeccably, enchanting the onlooking doctors and nurses with his methodical procedure.

As medical professionals, they were not disturbed by the blood and flesh of patients, which they saw all the time.

What they saw was Wang Ye's hands moving continuously and quickly, perfectly managing every detail, doing even better than how they would handle it with utmost caution.

Watching Wang Ye treat this seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy looked less like a treatment and more like an artistic performance.

...

The Head of the Zhang Family, Zhang Mengchuang, was hurriedly running down the corridors of Zheng He City Hospital, leaving his bodyguards and doctor far behind.

He had received a call half an hour earlier about his son accidentally falling from a height and suffering severe leg injuries, and their family's private doctor was away on a trip due to recent events.

They had no choice but to take him to the best hospital in Zheng He City, Zhengda Affiliate Hospital, for treatment.

Just as Zhang Mengchuang was about to reach the operation room where his son was, he found the hallway leading there blocked by a crowd of people.

This group was surrounding a place, yet they were very quiet, no one speaking, all intently watching what was happening inside.

Upon seeing this scene, Zhang Mengchuang didn't feel any curiosity; all he cared about was the safety of his son, and these people were clearly blocking his way.

"Make way, make way!"

Zhang Mengchuang began to shout as he ran towards them but was stopped by someone: "What are you doing? There's an operation going on here."