Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 201 - It’s Just a Whirl of Flowers and Snow in the Moonlight

Chapter 201: Chapter 201 - It’s Just a Whirl of Flowers and Snow in the Moonlight

Half an hour later, a sedan stopped in front of the Medicine King House.

Zhou Yizheng, portly and excited, stepped out of the car.

Upon seeing Zheng Tianxiang standing at the entrance, he hurried over quickly.

"Mr. Zheng, is there really a Divine Doctor appearing today?"

He grasped Zheng Tianxiang’s hand excitedly as he spoke.

"It’s more than just the appearance of a Divine Doctor. Let me put it this way, even our city’s renowned Mr. Li is willing to be his student. Just think about the skills he possesses. Moreover, you know about my near-death experience a few days ago; it was this master who saved my life. Today, he clearly stated he needs the help of bank connections, which is a golden opportunity. I didn’t seek others; you were the first person I thought of."

Zheng Tianxiang said solemnly, "But let me be clear upfront, our friendship is one thing, but I owe this master a life. We absolutely must not screw this up. If you feel you can’t handle it, I will call Beijing right now and have someone from there come down instead."

"Mr. Zheng, don’t worry, we couldn’t ask for such an eminent figure even if we tried. How could I possibly screw this up? Just to put it straight, if I can’t handle it, couldn’t I just ask my grandfather to step in? You know who he is. In Jiangning, he has the authority to settle even the gravest matters."

Zhou Yizheng quickly guaranteed, patting his chest in assurance.

After all, one doesn’t achieve such a position solely through ability.

A strong family background is of the utmost importance.

As for his grandfather, he was someone whose influence could shake Jiangning with just a stomp.

"Alright, I feel relieved with your words. And another thing: the master might look young, but don’t judge him by his appearance; his abilities are immense."

Zheng Tianxiang advised all the way until they returned to the tea room.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan was sitting there, with Li Yizhen by his side.

"Lin, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zhou Yizheng, the chairman of the Jiangning Banking Regulatory Commission."

Zheng Tianxiang spoke first, "Mr. Zhou, this is the Divine Doctor, the master I mentioned to you."

"I have long heard of the master’s extraordinary abilities. It is indeed my great fortune to meet you today."

Fortunately, he had been briefed by Zheng Tianxiang beforehand.

Zhou Yizheng hastened to say respectfully.

"Mr. Zhou, I apologize, but I am not one for official banter and pleasantries. Let’s just get to the point," Lin Fan said with a smile, shaking his hand briefly before continuing, "I indeed need to make use of a banking connection for a small matter tonight. But I don’t like to owe favors. Since you’ll be helping me, I will also help you. If we talk about money, it would seem rather inappropriate. Instead, I will give you a life."

"Lin... when you say give me a life... what do you mean?" Zhou Yizheng looked at Lin Fan, puzzled.

"Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes inspection, listening, questioning, and palpation. Mr. Li, would you please examine Mr. Zhou’s health?"

Instead of continuing the conversation, Lin Fan turned to Li Yizhen with a smile.

"Boss, you’re flattering me. In front of you, how dare I claim to be a Divine Doctor? But since the boss has spoken, I’ll give it a go. If there’s anything incorrect, please do point it out so I can improve," Li Yizhen hurriedly turned back and once again looked carefully at Zhou Yizheng.

He naturally recognized the Divine Doctor of Jiangning.

Just to have him diagnose an ailment was a challenge.

And given his humble tone towards Lin Fan just moments ago,

The initially skeptical Zhou Yizheng was now thoroughly convinced.

"Mr. Zhou has a cold-damp spleen and chronic severe diarrhea, a greenish hue around his eyes indicating insufficient kidney qi, likely frequent nightly urination, unstable sleep, as well as somewhat high blood pressure and even higher blood lipids. However, the most severe condition should be his heart, judging from his breathing. His irregular heartbeat suggests a familial condition, congenital incomplete heart development, manifesting as frequent breathlessness, shortness of breath and inability to breathe during rainy, overcast days."

"Yes, yes... absolutely right, way too many... You truly are Mr. Li, it’s as if you’ve seen it all for yourself, every symptom is spot on."

Zhou Yizheng’s face lit up with surprise.

Every word from Li Yizhen was precise and correct.

"Good diagnostic eye, very accurate. All the other illnesses can be treated slowly, but congenital heart disease is from insufficient blood and qi at birth, coupled with a family history, making it likely to cause sickness leading to death after sixty, not surviving beyond a ripe old age. However, today I’ll sever this root of illness for you. Does that count as giving you a life?"

The words of Lin Fan left everyone stunned.

"Boss, you’re not joking, right? You can treat congenital heart disease?"

Li Yizhen was the first to snap back to reality.

He couldn’t believe it; a congenital developmental condition could actually be eradicated later in life.

After all, Zhou Yizheng had already turned forty.

"Of course, otherwise, how could you call me the boss? Come inside with me."

Lin Fan drained the tea from his cup in one gulp.

Smiling, he walked towards a side chamber.

That was the place where Li Yizhen usually practiced.

There were needles, a bed, and a bronze statue with acupoints.

"Take off your jacket, lie down on the bed, it will only take ten minutes."

Lin Fan casually picked up a few silver needles and instructed Zhou Yizheng.

Then he quickly inserted them into several acupoints on his back.

"Boss, what kind of needling technique is this? Can it treat congenital developmental deficiencies?"

Li Yizhen stood to one side, curiously observing the silver needles.

The techniques appeared ordinary and seemed to lack any special trick.

"This needling technique can’t cure the illness. What truly heals is my breath of True Qi. I’m just using the silver needles to seal his heart meridian, ensuring that this breath of True Qi doesn’t leak out. So, you can’t learn this ability."

Lin Fan said with a smile, patting Zhou Yizheng on the back.

As a surge of True Qi flowed into his body,

he felt like he was on fire.

That feeling of intense, searing heat yet incomparable comfort,

was simply indescribable.

It wasn’t until five minutes later, when Lin Fan’s forehead was covered in sweat,

that he slowly retracted his hand.

"Get up, take a few steps, jump around a bit, and see if you still feel any palpitations?"

Lin Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Everything seemed so effortless.

Only he himself knew how exhausting it was to transfer this breath of True Qi.

If it were anyone else, they would have already collapsed from weakness.

Questioningly following Lin Fan’s instructions, Zhou Yizheng got off the bed.

But after some movement, he truly no longer felt any palpitations.

This feeling almost brought him to tears of joy.

"Lin is truly a great man... really cured my heart... this is like being reborn... I... I really don’t know... how to thank you!"

A family history of inherited disease is definitely a lifelong nightmare.

Only Zhou Yizheng knew just how exhilarating this feeling of rebirth was.

"I told you Lin is a Divine Doctor, right? He’s infallible and always cures the ailment," Zheng Tianxiang hastily praised on the side.

"Yes, this family medical history really hangs over my head like a sword. My father, uncle, and elder uncle all passed away shortly after turning sixty. In the whole family, only my grandfather is blessed with longevity; he’s about to celebrate his eightieth birthday in five days." Zhou Yizheng quickly chimed in with praise.

He took the opportunity to mention his grandfather as well.

Unexpectedly, Lin Fan shook his head.

"Impossible, your grandfather won’t live past eighty!"

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