Ling Zhenfei indicated there was nothing he needed help with, and then the attendant walked over to Li Yuetong's side, asking her. But to her surprise, she suddenly exclaimed, "Miss, are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"

Ling Zhenfei was taken aback. Since the attendant spoke like that, Li Yuetong must definitely be having some problem. At that moment, Li Yuetong waved her hand and said, "No need, it's an old issue. Drinking some water will quickly make it better."

The attendant clearly knew who Li Yuetong was and said anxiously, "Look how uncomfortable you look. This won't do, I'm going to call a doctor for you right now. Hang in there."

Then the attendant hurriedly ran out. Ling Zhenfei had no idea what was happening, quickly stood up from his seat, and walked toward Li Yuetong. He then saw that Li Yuetong's face was deathly pale, covered in sweat, clearly in a great deal of pain.

"What's wrong?" Ling Zhenfei asked.

"It's nothing, mind your own business," Li Yuetong grimaced in pain.

Ling Zhenfei saw Li Yuetong holding her stomach, her body curled in agony. It was obviously some unbearable discomfort in her body, so he reached for Li Yuetong's hand, but she forcefully shook him off.

"What are you trying to do, touching my hand?" Li Yuetong's voice carried a hint of anger.

Ling Zhenfei was about to explain when the door opened and several people entered. Seeing Ling Zhenfei standing next to Li Yuetong, they exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, what are you doing, trying to take advantage of our Yuetong?"

Several people rushed up and surrounded Ling Zhenfei. Without even asking, it was clear these people were likely Li Yuetong's agents and bodyguards, obviously wanting to make an impression around her.

"I just wanted to see what's wrong with Li Yuetong. I meant no harm, don't misunderstand," Ling Zhenfei hastily explained.

"I don't think there's been any misunderstanding at all. We all know our Yuetong is beautiful, and there are plenty of people who want to take advantage. Back off now; do not come any closer," the female agent spoke with overbearing arrogance.

Ling Zhenfei was puzzled. Did he really look like a bad person? "You are still concerned about me instead of checking how Li Yuetong is doing," he said.

The person looked at him with disdain and said, "Regardless of how our Li Yuetong is doing, it has nothing to do with you. If you come any closer, watch out, our bodyguards will hit you."

Hearing this person's attitude, Ling Zhenfei's initial willingness to help had already faded, so he returned to his seat and sat down, quietly watching to see what they would do.

A group of people gathered around Li Yuetong, fussing and attending to her with medicine and glasses of water.

Li Yuetong took painkillers and drank hot water, but she was still in excruciating pain, and it was exceptionally severe in waves.

"This isn't right, why is it so severe this time? It used to get better with some painkillers and warm water, what should we do now?" The previously rude agent was starting to panic now.

At that moment, Li Yuetong cried out in pain, a sound that made even Ling Zhenfei feel uncomfortable, wondering what exactly had happened to her.

"Hurry up and call the attendant, see if there's a doctor on the train."

The attendant was quickly located, clearly very anxious themselves.

"Just wait a moment, the doctor will be here immediately."

The group was flustered in the carriage, obviously at a loss for what to do.

After not too long, a doctor came in carrying a medical kit, looking very professional.

"What exactly is the condition of the patient? Has this happened before?" the doctor first asked the agent.

"I've always had some pain during my period, but it was never this severe. Plus, I have some stomach issues, you know, as an entertainer, irregular meals could lead to stomach diseases—we all know that, so I was prepared with some medicine. However, the current situation seems a bit too serious."

The doctor, obviously experienced, touched the painful area on Li Yuetong and after a careful examination, his expression changed immediately.

"No, this isn't a stomach problem, nor is it menstrual pain like you said. It happens to be acute appendicitis."

Having made his diagnosis, the doctor sent everyone around into a panic. Who would have thought that Li Yuetong had acute appendicitis? No wonder she was in so much pain.

The anxious manager asked, "What do we do now, Doctor, what do we do? Our Yuetong still has to perform at a concert."

The doctor, also helpless, said, "There's nothing we can do right now. She needs to have appendicitis surgery immediately, but currently, the facilities on the train aren't equipped for such surgery. All we can do is give her some painkillers and wait until we reach the next station to get her to a hospital."

"How much longer until the train arrives at the station?"

The conductor glanced at his watch and said, "About an hour."

"What kind of joke is this? She'll be in agony by then. You need to do something fast. Do you know who this is? This is Li Yuetong. Can you take responsibility if anything happens to her?" The manager was on the verge of tears.

"No matter who it is, this is all we can do right now. Taking the high-speed train is the fastest way to get to Capital City. We can only contact the hospitals there to be ready at the station, so as soon as the train stops, we can immediately take Li Yuetong to the best hospital."

The doctor didn't have any other options and could only make these arrangements—the only ones he could make.

"Doctor, please think of something, at the very least to alleviate her pain," the manager pleaded, tugging at the doctor's clothes, almost resorting to violence.

"I'm sorry, but this is how acute appendicitis is. It can be really painful, and this is all I can do right now. But as for anything else, I truly have no other means."

"Are you just going to watch our Li Yuetong die like this?" The manager and assistant started to bellow.

"Enough, let me have a look," Ling Zhenfei finally couldn't stand by any longer and stood up from his seat.

Ling Zhenfei's words startled everyone in the carriage. The youths who had just been shooed away were now proposing to give it a try. They wondered how this youngster, barely in his twenties, could possibly know how to heal.

"Do you mind not meddling with things that have nothing to do with you? You're not a doctor, what could you possibly do?" the manager said.

The manager hadn't even finished speaking when suddenly the doctor saw Ling Zhenfei, and with a surprised shout, he exclaimed,

"Ling Zhenfei, are you Ling Zhenfei?"

The doctor's expression was incredibly excited, even more than a fanboy seeing Li Yuetong.

"Yes, I am Ling Zhenfei," he admitted frankly, unable to hide his identity at this point.

"Oh my Divine Doctor Ling, I've finally seen a living legend today. I've admired you for so long, you are my idol," the doctor praised Ling Zhenfei without any reservation, dancing with joy unsure of what to do.

"What do you mean, are you famous or something?" the manager asked the doctor, perplexed.

"You guys are in luck this time. Don't you recognize him? He's Miracle Doctor Ling Zhenfei, the Divine Doctor who live-streamed the treatment of Xiao Kunkun a while ago," the doctor said with a hint of excitement.

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