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In the high-level VIP hospital room, people crowded, with dozens of figures standing around.

However, at this moment, the room was silent as death, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the bed with expressions filled with tension.

Ye Feng was standing in front of the bed, continuously checking on Old Zhao's condition.

Next to him, Doctor Xu Zhixing stood silently; he had developed a deep interest in Ye Feng, especially wanting to know how he had stabilized Old Zhao's condition using hand washing water.

"Hmph! Putting on an act!"

On one side, after seeing Ye Feng's serious demeanor, Bai Furong's face flashed with disdain. She didn't believe at all that Ye Feng could heal Old Zhao, but seeing that the Zhao family didn't voice any objections, she didn't interrupt either.

After checking for a quarter of an hour, Ye Feng finally stopped.

"Ye, how is my father?" asked Zhao Yuankui, his face full of concern. He wished his father could recover immediately.

"Don't worry! He's still breathing, nothing serious!" Ye Feng waved his hand, not appearing too concerned.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was speechless.

Dammit! Still breathing, and you call that nothing serious?

Could you be any less reliable!

However, everyone knew that Old Zhao's life was still in Ye Feng's hands, so no one dared to show him any disrespect at that moment.

"Prepare two basins of water!" Ye Feng called out to the steward.

Fu Bo, having experienced this once before, didn't hesitate at all and immediately went to prepare two basins of water.

After two basins of water were brought in, Ye Feng did not rush to wash his hands, but instead, he looked at Zhao Yuankui and said,

"Before starting the treatment, I must declare that this time the treatment will be charged!"

Ye Feng was not so naive; the last time he treated Old Zhao, it was out of respect for Fang Qingxue, but this time he certainly wouldn't treat Old Zhao for nothing.

Hearing Ye Feng's words, no one in the room felt any dissatisfaction. It was only natural to charge for medical treatment, and besides, everyone here was wealthy.

"Fine! Ye, name your price! As long as you can cure my father, no matter the cost, my Zhao family is willing to pay!" Zhao Yuankui said directly to Ye Feng.

Seeing Zhao Yuankui's attitude towards Ye Feng, the ever-silent Bai Furong's expression subtly changed; she hadn't expected the mayor of Jiangnan to treat Ye Feng with such generosity.

"Could it be, this guy really can heal?"

Bai Furong's eyebrows slowly furrowed. Ye Feng looked no different from an ordinary college student, and she found it hard to believe his medical skills could surpass those of Doctor Xu Zhixing.

Seeing how readily the Zhao family agreed, Ye Feng snapped his fingers and said with a smile,

"Alright! Since that's the case, then I'll give a discount, five hundred thousand per cup!"

Pfft!

At these words, everyone in the room felt like they were about to choke.

What the hell! Hand washing water is so expensive! Do you think this is "immortal water"?

And this bastard even said he gave a discount, damn, without a discount, wouldn't it be outrageously expensive!

And Bai Furong was speechless; to her, Ye Feng, even if he knew medical skills, was at best a country doctor who knew a few folk remedies.

But what she didn't expect was for this country doctor to dare to ask the Zhao family such a huge amount. Five hundred thousand for a cup of water was practically blatant extortion from the Zhao family.

In Jiangnan City, extorting the Zhao family—wasn't that courting death?

"Alright! As long as you can heal my father, I'll give you six hundred thousand per cup!"

However, what Bai Furong did not expect was that Zhao Yuankui agreed without even blinking an eye.

"This..."

Bai Furong's eyes widened, and she was so shocked that she could hardly speak.

"He actually agreed?"

Bai Furong almost thought she had misheard. When she looked at the other people in the room and saw that they too had no objections, a huge wave of shock surged in her heart!

But what she did not know was that Zhao Yuankui had his own plans.

As the mayor of Jiangnan City, Zhao Yuankui was no fool, nor was he someone who would carelessly squander the Zhao Family's money.

He stated that as long as Ye Feng healed Elder Zhao, the price would be six hundred thousand per cup of water. In other words, if Ye Feng failed to heal him, he would not get a single penny.

Moreover, the previous cup of water Ye Feng offered had stabilized Elder Zhao's condition, which gave Zhao Yuankui even more confidence. It was known that, despite consuming countless top-tier medications these past few days, none were as effective as a single cup of water.

Ye Feng naturally detected the dual meaning in Zhao Yuankui's words, but he simply shrugged his shoulders and did not mind:

"Just five hundred thousand will do!"

He did not have a strong concept of money; back when he was in Yanjing, he had treated numerous important figures. If he wanted to earn money from this, he would already be one of the wealthiest people by now.

After negotiating the price, Ye Feng did not delay further and immediately placed his hands in a basin of clear water to wash them.

Ye Feng's hand-washing motions were slow and meticulous, which confused Bai Furong greatly. What puzzled her even more was that no one from the Zhao Family raised any objections; instead, they all seemed to expect it.

"Qingxue! Isn't he supposed to be healing? Why is he washing his hands?" Bai Furong asked Fang Qingxue, perplexed by the side.

"Sister Furong, Brother Ye's hand washing is part of the healing! You'll know soon!" Fang Qingxue replied nonchalantly, giving Bai Furong a mysterious smile.

"You cheeky girl!"

Seeing that Fang Qingxue did not elaborate, Bai Furong laughed and scolded playfully, now even more curious about how Ye Feng's hand washing could be part of the healing.

Time slowly passed, and Ye Feng took an hour just to wash his hands in the first basin of water. Then he placed his palm in the second basin and continued washing.

After another fifteen or sixteen minutes, Ye Feng completely washed his hands, and by then, the anticipation on the faces of those in the room had intensified.

"Ye, is it done?" Zhao Yuankui was witnessing Ye Feng's hand-washing healing for the first time and asked excitedly.

"Pour out the water from the first basin, and give Elder Zhao a cup from the second basin!" Ye Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile.

"What?" Bai Furong could hardly believe it—the guy actually wanted to feed Elder Zhao his hand-washing water!

Moreover, she discovered that all the Zhao Family members did not object. Instead, each one of them looked excited and curious, almost as if they too were eager to taste Ye Feng's hand-washing water.

At that moment, Bai Furong was completely baffled. She finally understood Fang Qingxue's mention of hand-washing as treatment. This... this was simply the most bizarre healing method in the world!

Zhao Tian stood quietly by the side, and when he saw a servant filling a cup with water from the basin to feed his grandfather, the corner of his mouth twitched!

Damn! This one gulp cost five hundred thousand!

And the last time he had accidentally knocked over the entire basin of hand-washing water, which could have filled at least ten cups!

That was him slapping away over five million!

Thinking of this, Zhao Tian could not help but wish to slap himself! He really owed it badly, a real extravagant spender!

After Elder Zhao drank a cup of hand-washing water, Ye Feng did not idle but took out a set of silver needles from his pocket. After sterilizing them with fire, he began inserting them into Elder Zhao.

Doctor Xu Zhixing, not only a master of Western medicine but also deeply versed in Chinese medicine, was taken aback when he saw Ye Feng's needling technique.

"How is it possible to be so fast!"

Ye Feng's hands moved like a blur, making it impossible to see clearly as he plunged the needles straight in.

When Xu Zhixing stepped forward to examine, he found that the acupuncture points and depth Ye Feng targeted were extremely precise, with not the slightest error.

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