Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 532 - 532 528 Ye Fan's Master Zhuo Junwu

532: Chapter 528: Ye Fan’s Master Zhuo Junwu 532: Chapter 528: Ye Fan’s Master Zhuo Junwu Two hours later, outside the emergency room at the 301 Military Hospital, Ye Fan, his body wrapped in white gauze, anxiously asked the doctor who had just emerged from the emergency room.

“Dean Ge, how is my wife?”

Not only Ye Fan, but also Zhao Jun’s mother, Qiao Feixuan, Ye Guohua, and Shen Biancheng all crowded around.

The doctor, named Ge Tianxiong, was highly skilled, having published more than a dozen influential medical papers around the world.

Without any connections, he had impressively become the deputy dean of the 301 Military Hospital, which attested to his exceptional medical expertise.

Ge Tianxiong did not know Ye Fan, but was aware that the patient being resuscitated had been assigned a political task, indicating that neither the patient nor their relatives were ordinary people.

Thus, with Ye Fan inquiring so frantically, he did not dare neglect him.

He spoke gravely, “At present, the bullets in the patient’s body have been removed, and the bleeding from the wound has been successfully stopped, but the poison that afflicted the patient is a significant problem.”

“What poison did she suffer from?” Ye Fan asked, frowning.

“Unrecognizable.

We can’t find a poison of the same type in medical literature,” Ge Tianxiong explained.

“Right now, we can only just manage to suppress the spread of the poison’s effects.

As for an antidote, we need to draw blood to isolate the poison for animal testing, and then use biogenetic techniques to produce antiserum, which is the antidote.”

Hearing this, Ye Fan understood that Zhao Jun had been poisoned with something for which there was no ready antidote, nor any existing antidote for reference; it would have to be formulated on the spot.

“How long will that take?

An hour?

Two hours?”

Ge Tianxiong gave a wry smile and replied, “Given the severity of the poison, it will take at least three to five days to develop an effective antiserum.

And that’s in an ideal scenario.”

“Then my wife, she…” Ye Fan’s face turned pale as he spoke.

Ge Tianxiong sighed deeply, “You should spend as much time with her as you can.

Although we can just barely suppress the poison, it’s still a slow process of toxic invasion.

She has lost too much blood and her resistance has significantly decreased; it’s uncertain if she’ll make it through the night.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan staggered backward.

Qiao Feixuan, who stood behind him, quickly steadied Ye Fan and said to Ge Tianxiong, “Dean Ge, please spare no effort in trying to save her.”

“Rest assured, we are already doing our utmost to prepare the antiserum,” said Ge Tianxiong.

Entering the emergency room and approaching the hospital bed, Zhao Jun was clearly in a coma, wearing an oxygen mask, with several IV tubes inserted into her.

Her usually fair face had already begun to darken, showing the depth of her poisoning.

Ye Fan sat dumbfounded by the bedside, his heart filled with immense pain and regret, as gnawing guilt bit into him like a venomous snake.

Zhao Jun’s mother had already collapsed beside the bed, sobbing unrestrainedly, comforted by Qiao Feixuan.

Standing to the side, Shen Biancheng pondered for a moment, then stepped forward to pat Ye Fan on the shoulder and called out, “Junior brother,” signaling him with a glance.

Ye Fan got the hint, stood up, and followed Shen Biancheng out of the emergency room.

Once in the hallway outside, Shen Biancheng spoke softly, “Junior brother, in truth, our sister-in-law might not be beyond saving.”

Ye Fan, his spirits lifted, stared at Shen Biancheng with hopeful eyes.

Shen Biancheng continued, “Try calling our master; perhaps he has a way.”

“Really?” Ye Fan asked, somewhat skeptical.

As a practitioner of ancient martial arts and already a master of hidden energy, he had a relatively clear understanding of ancient martial arts.

To outsiders, ancient martial arts might seem magical, but in reality, their capabilities were not so limitless.

Shen Biancheng smiled and said, “Master is mysterious and his abilities far exceed what you imagine.

Give him a call and at least try.”

Ye Fan nodded; of course, he wouldn’t miss any opportunity to save Zhao Jun.

He immediately took out his phone and called Zhuo Junwu.

After a few rings, the call connected.

“Master,” Ye Fan called out.

Zhuo Junwu’s voice came through the phone right away, “Ye Fan, are you all right?

Who tried to assassinate you?”

“Thank you for your concern, Master.

I only sustained some superficial wounds and am fine now,” said Ye Fan, and then he continued, “But my wife is in grave danger.

She has been poisoned by some unknown toxin and is now in the hospital.

Without an antidote, she might not last through the night.”

“Unknown toxin?” Zhuo Junwu asked, “Tell me about the symptoms of the poisoning.”

Just as Ye Fan was about to describe Li Zhaojun’s poisoning symptoms, he suddenly remembered that Caesar had mentioned the name of the poison.

He immediately said, “I remember now.

The person who tried to assassinate me said it was called ‘Black Mamba poison.’ Master, is there an antidote for this poison?”

“Black Mamba poison?” Zhuo Junwu pondered for a moment, then asked, “The person who tried to assassinate you, was he a Westerner?”

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan felt hopeful and immediately replied, “Yes.

His name is Caesar, a Caucasian.”

“Black Mamba poison is an ancient and extremely treacherous toxin from the West,” said Zhuo Junwu.

“Let me think of a way to help you.”

“Thank you, Master!” Ye Fan exclaimed excitedly.

After hanging up, Shen Biancheng smiled and said, “How about that?

Didn’t I tell you?”

“Thank you, Senior Brother!” Ye Fan thanked him cheerfully.

Shen Biancheng simply shook his head with a smile.

Once he reentered the emergency room, Ye Fan’s spirits were lifted.

However, he did not immediately tell everyone there was hope.

After all, his master had only said he would think of a way, not that there was definitely a solution.

He did not want to give everyone hope, only to disappoint them later and cause even more sorrow.

Over an hour later, Ye Fan received a call from Zhuo Junwu, who had already arrived at the 301 Military Hospital.

Ye Fan and Shen Biancheng immediately went to meet him.

In the main service hall of registration, Ye Fan and Shen Biancheng greeted Zhuo Junwu.

Zhuo Junwu was a tall, imposing old man with a stern aura, snow-white hair, but skin as supple as a baby’s, eyes bright and piercing, an erect spine, and a vigorous, powerful stride that betrayed no sign of old age.

After accepting Ye Fan and Shen Biancheng’s respectful greetings, Zhuo Junwu introduced the thirty-something beauty standing next to him, saying, “This is your Martial Aunt Qing Lian.

Why don’t you pay your respects promptly?”

Ye Fan and Shen Biancheng immediately bowed respectfully and said, “Nice to meet you, Martial Aunt Qing Lian.”

Martial Aunt Qing Lian was very beautiful, dressed in a retro style with a distinct aura, and she carried herself with an otherworldly, celestial grace.

She nodded slightly, her gaze landing on Ye Fan, examining him intently.

After a moment, she turned to Zhuo Junwu and chuckled, “No wonder you value this young disciple so much, his aptitude really isn’t bad.

With proper training, he might even surpass his predecessors.”

Zhuo Junwu laughed heartily and said, “One can’t over-praise little ones; his character still needs to be shaped.”

Ye Fan was confused; he knew he had good potential, but he didn’t think he was that much of a prodigy.

Moreover, the aptitudes of his martial brothers in the ancient martial arts were not lesser than his.

Before he could contemplate further, Zhuo Junwu said, “Ye Fan, lead the way.

Let’s go see your wife.”

“Yes, yes,” Ye Fan came back to his senses and respectfully ushered Zhuo Junwu and Martial Aunt Qing Lian towards Li Zhaojun’s emergency room.