Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 369 - 372 Can Only Save for 3 Years

Chapter 369: Chapter 372 Can Only Save for 3 Years

(The book I’m writing is just a little character’s daydream, reality is too dull and oppressive, so I only want to indulge in my novels, purely for the thrill of it, just for the joy, so please don’t lecture me about what’s unreasonable—this or that, if you don’t like it, dismiss it with your grandest contempt, walk by without seeing it. If you’re really upset, cursing a few words at me personally is fine, but don’t insult the other readers who enjoy my book, thank you!)

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"The second condition is that, during the treatment, you must completely obey my orders, otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

Xiao Yi saw them agreeing and felt somewhat surprised, not by their financial strength—as from the attitude of his son Qian Xiaojie and nephew Qian Xiaofeng last time, he could somewhat guess that one billion certainly wouldn’t be difficult for the Qian Family—but it was surprising how readily they agreed. After all, their wealth was one thing, but whether they were willing to part with it was another. Many wealthy people tend to be even more miserly than the average citizen.

It seems that this time, they really were at a desperate impasse, and truly terrified of death.

But it was smart of them; what use is all the money without a life to spend it? Is there anything in the world more precious than life itself? Everything else, once lost, can be retrieved, but life, once lost, can never be recovered.

Xiao Yi thought to himself, with a trace of mockery flickering in the depths of his eyes.

As for asking for a billion, Xiao Yi felt absolutely no guilt, he was righteous. From the moment he walked in the door, he could tell that Qian Fuchen’s health was in dire condition. To paraphrase the story of the famous doctor Bian Que from classical tales, who was "averse to acknowledging illness," it was absolutely a "disease gone too far", the kind that you’d run away from upon seeing.

His agreement to treat Qian Fuchen was essentially an act of saving his life, or, rather, extending it. To put a price on invaluable life, one billion was already very low.

"Obey your orders?"

Qian Fuchen froze for a moment and then looked up at Xiao Yi.

Qian Fuyu, along with Elder Mr. Ma and the Ma Family sons, looked at Xiao Yi with a hint of surprise as well.

This time, Qian Fuyu didn’t agree hastily. The scope was just too broad; it was practically tantamount to becoming Xiao Yi’s puppet upon agreement. The potential risks involved were too great—for instance, if Xiao Yi were to demand the Qian Family estate, would they agree? What if he required them to do something utterly impossible or unreasonable—would they still agree?

"Rest assured, I have no interest in controlling your behavior. I only need you to follow my instructions regarding medical treatment, and that will be sufficient," Xiao Yi saw through their concerns and said indifferently, "Any food I tell you not to eat, must absolutely not be consumed, and any medicine I prescribe, you must swallow it down, even if you have to force yourself."

"That’s no problem, absolutely no problem,"

Upon hearing that Xiao Yi was only referring to medical aspects, Qian Fuyu immediately agreed without hesitation. Xiao Yi’s request was none too extravagant and was indeed for the benefit of Qian Fuchen’s own health condition.

Qian Fuchen raised his head and glanced at Xiao Yi, a trace of shame flickering in his eyes. He knew that Xiao Yi proposed this condition because he thought the worsening of his illness was due to the injections Xiao Yi gave him last time, deliberately bringing it up now. In truth, this was something that still puzzled him; he was quite certain he hadn’t taken the medicine Xiao Yi had mentioned, yet his tone seemed so sure that he had.

"That is as it should be, it’s supposed to be that way—respecting the doctor and following medical advice is the same for everyone," Elder Mr. Ma relaxed and chuckled with understanding, nodding.

Having chosen this doctor, and willing to accept his treatment, they must trust him and follow his medical advice. Otherwise, what would be the point if a patient doesn’t take the prescribed medicine and does the opposite of what’s advised? Isn’t that asking for death? And in the end, could they really blame the doctor? Who would dare to treat such a patient?

Generally speaking, this goes without saying, not needing to be stated. Presumably, Xiao Yi stipulated this due to the previous misunderstanding with Qian Fuchen.

"There’s one more thing I must clarify—I can only save you for three years."

After hearing Qian Fuyu agree to the previous condition, Xiao Yi slowly presented the last one.

"Three years?"

Everyone’s expression changed upon hearing Xiao Yi’s words, and they all looked at him in amazement, not understanding why he would say this.

"Doctor Xiao? What does this mean...?"

Qian Fuyu looked at Xiao Yi, puzzled.

Qian Fuchen and the members of the Ma Family were also staring intently at Xiao Yi.

Was he still not fully forgiving Qian Fuchen for the last incident?

This thought flickered through everyone’s minds.

"Don’t worry, now that I have agreed to treat him and have taken your money, I will naturally do my utmost. But there is one saying you must have heard of—it’s called ’medicine does not raise the dead.’"

Xiao Yi waved his hand, stopping Qian Fuyu’s questions, and spoke bluntly.

"Mr. Xiao, what do you mean?"

Mr. Ma looked at Xiao Yi with confusion.

"This Mr. Qian’s condition, to put it simply and directly, has reached a critical point. There’s basically no hope for recovery. If he hadn’t left last time and I had treated him right away, he could have lived another five or six years without a problem. But now... if I’m not mistaken, he’s recently suffered another setback, with excessive worries adding to the severity of his illness, leaving him with at most three more years to live."

Xiao Yi slowly turned his gaze to Qian Fuchen, whose face was filled with surprise and uncertainty, and said softly, "I’ve made myself clear. It’s up to you to decide whether to pursue treatment."

"Only three more years?"

Qian Fuyu had not expected that, just as hope had seemed within reach, it would be such a fleeting hope, and he couldn’t help but show a hint of difficulty accepting it, a disappointed expression on his face.

"Mr. Xiao... is it really... only... like this?"

Elder Mr. Ma glanced at Qian Fuchen, a hint of compassion flashing in his eyes, and once again turned to look at Xiao Yi.

"Elder Mr. Ma, it’s not that I’m unwilling to save him. As someone who stands by his word, Xiao Yi assures you, if I agree to treat him, I will definitely do it to the best of my ability, no matter who the patient is. Indeed, what I can do is just so much. Even with excellent medical skills, I am merely a doctor, not an immortal. I cannot compete with the King of Hell for a life."

Xiao Yi shook his head, his expression sincerely directed at Elder Mr. Ma.

Having said that, he turned his head back to look at Qian Fuchen, who held a dejected expression, his head lowered, deep in thought, and slowly continued, "Mr. Qian, please consider it carefully yourself. Once you’ve decided, you can contact Mr. Ma to call me. However... I suggest you consider it as soon as possible. Your current condition is dire, and without prompt action, I might be powerless to help."

After speaking, Xiao Yi prepared to bid farewell to Mr. Ma and the other two.

"No need, I believe in you!"

Qian Fuchen suddenly raised his head, his gaze firm as he looked at Xiao Yi, "As long as you can treat me and guarantee three more years of life, I agree to your terms and will pay you a billion yuan immediately."

A billion yuan for just three years of life, averaging about thirty-five million a year, might seem expensive and an unreasonable deal to many, who might not make thirty-five million in a lifetime, let alone a year. However, for Qian Fuchen, it was definitely worth it.

He needed life, time, so desperately right now!

With three more years, he could do many things. In comparison to the future and hope of the Qian Family, the foundation, a billion yuan was negligible!

"Big brother?"

Qian Fuyu turned his head, looking surprised and astonished at his elder brother. After seeing his resolute expression, Qian Fuyu fell silent and said no more.

"Since that’s the case, please trouble Doctor Xiao to examine him right now."

Elder Mr. Ma looked at Qian Fuchen, whose face showed determination, and a look of approval flashed in his eyes. However, he did not make it too obvious, just smiling slightly before turning his head to Xiao Yi, "Is there anything that needs to be prepared?"

Mr. Ma was also surprised by Qian Fuchen’s decisiveness at this moment. He glanced at him with a hint of surprise in his eyes, his opinion of Qian Fuchen rising once more, and said to Xiao Yi, "If there’s anything you need prepared, Doctor Xiao, just give the order, and I’ll take care of it immediately."

"There’s no need for preparations for now, just a quiet room is needed," Xiao Yi said.

Xiao Yi hadn’t expected Qian Fuchen to agree so readily, and after a brief look of surprise at Qian Fuchen, he said nothing more. It saved him from coming back another time. Upon hearing Mr. Ma’s words, he shook his head and replied directly.

After speaking, his expression paused, and he suddenly remembered something. Turning his head to Elder Mr. Ma and the others, he said, "Oh, and the medicine I prescribed last time for Elder Mr. Ma’s bath, is there any left? If so, please also prepare a bath with it. After I finish the treatment, he should take a bath as well."

"No problem."

Mr. Ma quickly nodded in agreement, and turned to signal to a servant, then set out to prepare a room.

Given the status and standing of both Mr. Ma’s and Qian Fuchen’s families, preparing a quiet room was an easy task. In no time, a room not far from where Elder Mr. Ma stayed was ready.

Qian Fuchen, following Xiao Yi’s instructions, stripped down to just a thin nightgown and lay on the bed.

Before, Qian Fuchen had appeared very haggard and frail, but as he lay in a nightgown on the bed, everyone realized how slender he was. He had practically no muscle at all, all bones, with dry, shrinked skin. A man in his fifties, who should have been in the prime of his strength, looked more feeble than a nonagenarian. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with a recommendation ticket or a monthly ticket on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)