Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Ye Wenjun no longer cared about her image and rushed straight over, throwing herself beside the elderly man's bed. With tears in her eyes, she blurred out:

"Great-grandpa! You—you've woken up?!"

Old Master Ye gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, opened his eyes, looked around, and upon seeing Ye Wenjun by the bed, squeezed out an amiable smile and softly said, "I, what happened to me?"

"Great-grandpa, you scared me to death… scared me to death…" Ye Wenjun cried with tears streaming down her face like raindrops on pear blossoms.

Fang Yu, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

"I seemed to have had a dream, dreaming that Fang Yu of the Fang Family had come back..." Old Master Ye rubbed his head and evaluated the room once more, his spirit gradually recovering. At last, he clearly saw the situation inside the room, his gaze falling upon Fang Yu, and asked doubtfully, "You are—"

Fang Yu remained as gentlemanly as ever, slowly turned around, and with a bow said, "I am Fang Yu."

Old Master Ye's eyes suddenly widened, as memories flooded him.

Before he could speak, Fang Yu managed a smile and softly said, "Elder, pulling you back from the Ghost Gate wasn't easy."

Ye Wenjun interjected, "Great-grandpa, it was him, he saved you…"

The old man showed a look of shock.

Meanwhile—

Li Daming, who had been sent flying with a kick, having rolled several times, also seemed to have witnessed this scene, his face full of shock, muttering to himself, this is impossible.

Out of desperation, with a 'wa' sound, Li Daming vomited a mouthful of blood, splattering it on the ground.

The bodyguards, seeing this, all thought it was Fang Yu's kick.

That was quite a kick.

Inside the room.

Ye Wenjun's emotions gradually settled, and a smile emerged on her face. At this moment, the phone emitted an urgent sound, "Wenjun, what's going on!? Answer me!?"

"Wenjun, are you there?"

Ye Wenjun fumbled, picked up the phone, and said, "Dad."

"What on earth is going on? Did something happen to the old man? I don't believe Fang Yu would harm the elder, tell me, what's really going on?" Ye Xingkong was also extremely anxious.

"Dad, great-grandpa is fine now… don't worry."

"What exactly happened?" asked Ye Xingkong.

"It was…it was Fang Yu who saved great-grandpa…"

There was brief silence on the other end of the line, no response.

Moments later, Ye Wenjun said, "Great-grandpa is weak and needs my care, I need to hang up first."

After hanging up the phone, she sat next to the bed with a content smile, holding the old man's hand.

Fang Yu then spoke:

"Elder, you've just awoken and need proper recuperation. In a while, I will prescribe some medicine; take it regularly every day it, and within about three months, you should be able to recover."

Upon hearing this, the old man showed a stunned expression, "Really... can it be cured?"

Even Ye Wenjun disbelieved; this illness had been sentenced to death by the most renowned hospital in Yanjing.

Fang Yu said with a light smile:

"Your illness is caused by the invasion of an evil toxin, which has been compressing inside your body for too long, constantly damaging your internal organs. I used the Golden Needle to draw out a part of the toxin, then continued... continued to use the Golden Needle to shatter the remaining toxin."

He had intended to say he used 'Inner Essence' to shatter it, but in the end, he changed his words to Golden Needle.

Hearing this, Ye Wenjun was inwardly astonished.

Fang Yu continued:

"In fact, this illness is not a death sentence. The main problem is that you have been taking the wrong Western medicine for a long time, which has exacerbated the toxin. What was originally a small amount of toxin has accumulated day by day with the help of Western medicine, turning into the condition you have today."

Hearing this, the old man's expression turned grave.

And Ye Wenjun's brows were even more tightly furrowed.

Fang Yu's words were crystal clear; in other words, the old man's body was entirely under his control!

"Someone come." Ye Wenjun ordered.

Two tall bodyguards arrived at the door.

"Chop Li Daming up and feed him to the dogs."

A simple sentence, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

This woman, beautiful as a heavenly fairy, did not hesitate at all when it came to killing.

Soon after, horrific wails emanated from the courtyard.

Fang Yu smiled faintly and said, "Actually, you could have kept him."

"Um?"

"A quack doctor only, although he deserved to die, he is not the most important person... what guts did he have to tamper with the old master's body?"

Cough cough.

Cough cough cough.

Upon thinking of this matter, the old master started coughing again.

With a flash, Fang Yu moved beside him, pressing a single palm against his back, and with the entrance of Inner Essence, the old master's coughing ceased immediately.

The old master looked at him, astonished, "Are you a Martial Artist?"

"You are a Martial Artist of the Martial Arts Fifth Layer yourself, old master, why be so surprised?" Fang Yu smiled.

Looking at Fang Yu, a gleam of joy flashed in the old master's eyes, "Eight years ago, you couldn't even enter the path..."

"People always change." Fang Yu said.

"Yes, indeed."

The old master sighed and glanced at Ye Wenjun, "Fang Yu, let me ask you..."

"Please ask, old master."

"Does your engagement with Ye Wenjun still stand?" The old master got straight to the point.

Fang Yu's expression remained calm, without any fluctuation, as he countered, "That question should be posed to yourselves."

"To ourselves?" The old master was puzzled.

"My father, Fang Jintian, may not be a martial arts master, but he is an upstanding and righteous man, living his life in an honest and honorable manner, loyal and trustworthy, someone who always keeps his word and sees his actions through. My mother, Dan Rou, may not be widely read in poetry and books, but she is knowledgeable and courteous, understanding propriety and abiding by conventions. My father taught me that a man must not break his word, and my mother educated me to know black from white, to discern right from wrong..." Fang Yu uttered, word by word.

The meaning was clear; I, Fang Yu, never break my word, if you are to ask, ask yourselves.

The old master revealed a smile, "I knew I didn't misjudge you... Young Fang, I can tell you now that the Ye Family is not one to break their promises either!"

This statement was made with conviction, leaving no room for doubt.

But wasn't it also sending a signal that "Ye Wenjun is intended to marry Fang Yu"?

Ye Wenjun lowered her gaze without retorting anything.

Fang Yu first nodded, then shook his head, "You haven't understood my meaning. Since I've come all the way to Yanjing, it's best to make everything clear."

"Speak," the old master urged, eyeing Fang Yu.

"The engagement between Miss Ye and me was agreed upon by you and my father, you both are men of your word, but an engagement does not represent the will of the younger generation... My journey here is a testament to the Fang Family's respect for promises. However, I also understand one thing: a melon forced off its vine is never sweet," Fang Yu stated.

"What do you mean?" Not only the old master didn't understand, but Ye Wenjun was also somewhat confused.

"Therefore, I request the dissolution of my engagement to Miss Ye. No coercion, no force, this is the Fang Family's way of valuing emotional integrity..."

Fang Yu's words were neither servile nor overbearing, delivered calmly and steadily.

But when he finished speaking, the old master couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Ye Wenjun's mouth was slightly agape, her pretty face filled with disbelief...