Chapter 463: Chapter 462: No Refusal
Yang Yifeng patted his shoulder, "Brother Wang, you don’t have to be polite with me."
"Hmm," Wang Zhenguo nodded, his face filled with excitement and agitation, and his gaze toward Yang Yifeng was even more respectful.
"Divine Doctor Yang, do you know when my daughter will be able to wake up?" Wang Zhenguo asked, now regarding Yang Yifeng as almost a divine presence.
Yang Yifeng shook his head, "The specific time will depend on her constitution. However, you can spend more time with her; who knows, her condition might improve."
Wang Zhenguo nodded repeatedly, "Hmm."
...
Wang Zhenguo and Liu Xiaofeng went to buy medicine, while Yang Yifeng arrived at Lin Xiaoting’s bedroom door.
He knocked gently twice on the door, but no sound came from inside.
Yang Yifeng pushed the door open.
Inside, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old sat by the window, holding a brush and drawing on paper, her hand trembling severely.
Upon seeing Yang Yifeng come in, the girl quickly hid her brush.
"Hello, Miss Lin, I’m here to treat you. Do you feel a fever throughout your body? And also a sharp, stinging sensation?" Yang Yifeng asked.
The girl nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Divine Doctor Yang, please save my daughter. Whatever you ask, I will agree to it!"
Yang Yifeng shook his head, "No need, don’t worry, I can cure her."
"Then, Divine Doctor Yang, are you a doctor?" The girl’s eyes, clear-cut between black and white, were full of hope.
"No,"
"Ah?" Upon hearing this answer, a look of disappointment flashed across the girl’s face.
"You really shouldn’t worry too much," Yang Yifeng reassured her.
"Then can you teach me some simple medical skills? Once I learn them, I could save my daughter in the future. That would be a way to repay you, right?" The girl’s eyes were brimming with longing.
"Of course, but what type of medical skills would you like to learn?" Yang Yifeng asked.
"Just the simple ones will do."
"Okay, then I’ll teach you acupuncture and Traditional Chinese Medicine,"
"Alright," The girl quickly memorized and practiced what she was taught.
Seeing this, Yang Yifeng had a rather good impression of the girl.
"Yang Yifeng, you’re here; I’ve been searching so hard for you!"
Just then, Ye Zitong’s voice came from a distance.
Yang Yifeng looked in her direction and saw Ye Zitong dressed in blue and white striped sportswear, with her hair in a ponytail, playful and cute.
"What do you need me for?"
Yang Yifeng raised an eyebrow, looking at her cheeks.
Ye Zitong’s cheeks were slightly red, showing a shy charm that was difficult to look away from.
"I’ve come to you because, naturally, I have important matters," Ye Zitong’s mouth curled into a sly arc.
"Oh, then you go ahead, and I’ll consider it when I’m free," Yang Yifeng said firmly.
"Yang Yifeng, don’t think I haven’t noticed the relationship between you and our Tingtting. You’re playing with Tingting’s feelings," Ye Zitong said angrily.
Yang Yifeng spread his hands, "Miss Ye, you’re mistaken."
"Hmph, mistaken? I think you’re just playing with Tingting’s feelings! If you really liked our Tingting, why not marry her instead of chasing after those illusory things? Plus, our Tingting is beautiful, well-educated, has a good personality, and comes from a reputable background; she’s also intelligent. How could you possibly reject her?" Ye Zitong argued convincingly.
Listening to her made Yang Yifeng want to laugh.
"Miss Ye, I think you should be clear, I am a doctor. Doctors have parents’ hearts; I save lives and heal injuries. I’ve never thought about picking up girls, let alone flirting with a girl over some trifles," Yang Yifeng stated firmly, although it was indeed the truth.
Ye Zitong snorted, "Huh, those are just lies, good enough to deceive those silly little girls; anyone who believes them is a fool!"
Yang Yifeng shrugged, indicating there was nothing he could do.
"By the way, where’s Tingting?"
"She’s still sleeping, but I’ve already called her for a meal," Ye Zitong pointed in the direction of the bedroom.
Yang Yifeng walked toward the bedroom and as he opened the door, he heard coughing sounds from inside; obviously, Lin Xiaoting had woken up.
A look of joy appeared on his face; he walked over and saw Lin Xiaoting’s pale cheeks, causing Yang Yifeng to frown, "Miss Lin, didn’t I just take your pulse? Your body has no serious issues; why aren’t you resting properly?"
Lin Xiaoting raised her hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of her mouth, "How can I be in the mood to rest? I’ve been worried about my precious daughter all this time; how could I possibly sleep?"
Hearing this, a warm current surged in Yang Yifeng’s heart.
"Miss Lin, rest assured, I will definitely cure your daughter,"
Hearing Yang Yifeng’s words, Lin Xiaoting’s eyes sparkled, "Thank you, Dr. Yang."
"You should lie down first,"
Lin Xiaoting obediently closed her eyes, but she still couldn’t fall asleep, because she was too worried about her daughter.
Seeing this, Yang Yifeng took out silver needles from his bag.
"This is..."
Lin Xiaoting’s heart skipped a beat.
"The method I’m using to treat you this time is different from the usual. I need to insert three needles, each causing a different degree of energy depletion. Today I’m inserting the third needle, and I hope you can pull through," said Yang Yifeng as he inserted the silver needle into Lin Xiaoting’s acupuncture point.
As the silver needle pierced the skin, Yang Yifeng felt the condition within the girl’s body, his face taking on a serious expression.
Lin Xiaoting too clenched her teeth and tensed up, watching Yang Yifeng with a nervous expression.
Yang Yifeng didn’t speak and continued his work with the silver needles.
About half an hour later, Yang Yifeng retracted the needles, a hint of exhaustion on his face.
Seeing this, Lin Xiaoting quickly stood up, supporting him with a look of intense concern.
"Dr. Yang, how is my daughter’s condition?"
"There’s no serious problem, she just needs a few days of rest," Yang Yifeng patted his forehead.
"Really?" Lin Xiaoting’s eyes reddened, tears rolling down as she was obviously very excited.
Yang Yifeng smiled, "If you don’t believe me, you can go to the hospital and ask yourself."
"Alright, then I’ll go and ask right away," Lin Xiaoting immediately turned around and ran out.
"Hey..." Yang Yifeng called out, but Lin Xiaoting didn’t pay him any attention.
"Yang Yifeng, I’ve already paid the consultation fee, please start treating my daughter quickly," Ye Zitong rushed into the bedroom in a hurry.
Yang Yifeng shook his head, sighed with a helpless smile, and looked at Lin Xiaoting, "You really care so much about her as a mother, well then, you just sit on the sofa and wait for me."
"Mhm."
Yang Yifeng went to the bedside and looked at Lin Xiaoting, who was still unconscious, and sighed.
Then he began to take her pulse.
After a while, he put away his silver needles and looked at Ye Zitong, "I’ve checked the toxins in her body. Your beloved daughter is safe for now. I’ll prescribe a medicinal diet; just let her follow the recipe."
"Thank you, Dr. Yang, I’ll go and get the medicine now," Ye Zitong said and turned to leave.
Yang Yifeng watched her leave and sighed, "This Lin Xiaoting is really something special."
Scenes flashed through his mind.
He had once saved Lin Xiaoting’s life.
At that time in the hospital, Lin Xiaoting was being chased after by someone, and just by chance, he was passing by the hospital and saved her.
And all his actions were witnessed by her, so from then on, Lin Xiaoting felt a special kind of emotion for him, not affection, but admiration.
Why she ended up like this, he didn’t know.
But he was still quite relieved that she made it safely through the critical period.
"Lin Xiaoting, rest assured, I will definitely cure your daughter, and when the time comes, if you feel gratitude, you can’t be ungrateful," Yang Yifeng muttered in his heart.
Soon Ye Zitong returned, carrying a bowl of medicine and handed it to Yang Yifeng.
"Dr. Yang, please take your medicine."
Looking at the dark soup, Yang Yifeng’s face immediately fell.
"What kind of medicine is this? It’s so black and scary-looking, are you sure your daughter can drink it?" Yang Yifeng grimaced, looking disdainfully at the medicine bowl.
"My daughter can handle it, she’s just afraid of the bitterness,"
"I’m not taking the medicine," Yang Yifeng firmly refused.
"All right, then what would you like to drink?"
"Milk, a glass of milk will do,"
"Okay then."
Ye Zitong poured two glasses of milk, Yang Yifeng took one, and drank it in one gulp.
Glug glug...
