Huo Beiting Kneels and Bows to Beg for Treatment!

City Hospital, Inpatient Department

Inside the ward.

Qiao Xi sat obediently on the hospital bed, her red-rimmed eyes fixed on the elderly man in front of her.

"Grandpa Cheng," she choked out.

"Good child, you've suffered," Cheng Han sighed heavily. "There were reasons why I didn't reveal my identity to you before."

Even now, it was out of necessity.

If he could avoid it, Cheng Han would prefer to stay away from the eyes of those people.

"I don't blame you; I was just really surprised," Qiao Xi replied, feeling like she'd been hit over the head by an unexpected windfall.

Hearing her words, Cheng Han managed a smile. "Let me take a look at your hands."

Qiao Xi obediently extended her bandaged hands.

Cheng Han carefully began unwrapping the layers of gauze.

Her hands were revealed—flesh raw, scabbed, and swollen, the fingers looking like tiny radishes post-surgery.

The sight was alarming.

Cheng Han took out his golden needles and started inserting them into acupuncture points with great concentration.

On the other side of the room, Sun Weimeng elbowed Huo Xingzhou and whispered, "Will her hands recover?"

Huo Xingzhou turned to him with a frosty glare.

Sun Weimeng slapped his own mouth. "Ugh, of course, they will!"

Bored, he decided to boast, "I've been working like crazy lately. All the tasks you gave me are done. Aren't I awesome?" His eyes were dark-circled from sleepless nights.

He'd spared no effort, even frequenting the club to charm every single model there, tossing money around freely.

"Hmm," Huo Xingzhou responded perfunctorily.

Sun Weimeng wasn't satisfied.

He poked Huo Xingzhou again, asking, "So, have you fixed that infertility issue of yours?"

Huo Xingzhou ignored him, his attention fixed solely on Qiao Xi.

"Talk to me! Waiting around like this is so boring. Guess how miserable Huo Beiting must be right now—probably feels like ants gnawing at his heart!"

Sun, a chatterbox, didn't stop.

The mention of "Huo Beiting" caused a shadow to pass over Huo Xingzhou's eyes.

"He deserves every bit of that suffering," Huo Xingzhou said coldly.

Encouraged by the response, Sun pressed on.

"Are you planning something big? With Qiao Xi hurt like this, you definitely won't let it slide."

Huo Xingzhou smiled faintly at him—a chilling smile that made Sun shiver.

Never mess with someone as scheming as Huo Xingzhou!

Cheng Han finally put down the golden needles and said to Sun, "Pour me some water."

"Right away!"

Like a lackey, Sun poured a glass of water and handed it over. "Here you go, Master Immortal!"

Earlier, he'd called Qiao Xi a fairy; now calling Cheng Han a master immortal didn't seem too far-fetched.

"Kidney yang deficiency, qi depletion, night sweats. Talk less and drink more water," Cheng Han commented flatly, obviously annoyed by Sun's chatter.

Sun Weimeng pouted bitterly.

He had indeed been overexerting himself lately.

Qiao Xi exchanged a glance with Huo Xingzhou, both smiling faintly.

"Grandpa Cheng, can my hands still be treated?" Qiao Xi asked.

"With me here, there's nothing that can't be fixed," Cheng Han reassured her. "But we'll need to move; this hospital isn't suitable for treatment. Huo boy, go handle the discharge papers."

"Got it," Huo Xingzhou replied.

Qiao Xi was puzzled about why they needed to leave the hospital but didn't voice her doubts.

Until.

When they walked out of the hospital after completing the discharge formalities.

She suddenly understood.

A crowd had gathered outside—middle-aged and elderly men and women swarming like bees.

Their enthusiasm surpassed even that of young idol fans.

"Master Cheng Han, a national treasure with a heart of gold!"

"Master Cheng, you once saved my mother!"

"Master Cheng, I owe you my life!"

Voices rang out, choked with emotion, passionately expressing their pure gratitude and joy.

Qiao Xi was deeply moved, realizing for the first time how great the word "medicine" truly was.

How fortunate she was to have been guided by such a master since childhood!

Security guards held the crowd back, while their driver, Old Chen, escorted them away.

"Wait, cough cough..." A weak, hoarse voice called out.

At the end of the hospital corridor, the elder of the Huo family, Huo Weiguo, emerged in a hospital gown, pushed in a wheelchair.

The wheelchair stopped at the hospital entrance.

Next to him stood the eldest branch of the Huo family, their faces ashen.

Especially Huo Beiting, whose bloodshot eyes were fixed on Huo Xingzhou's legs, wishing the car accident had finished him off.

"Xingzhou, wait for Grandpa!" Huo Weiguo called out, his voice strained but sincere.

His chronic illness had emaciated him, leaving his face hollow.

Huo Xingzhou ignored him entirely.

Huo Jianjun stepped forward and respectfully addressed Cheng Han. "Are you Master Cheng? The Huo family is willing to pay a hefty sum to have you treat my father."

The old man had already promised—if Cheng Han agreed, 30% of the family's shares would immediately go to the eldest branch.

Huo Jianjun swallowed his pride and lowered his head.

Cheng Han sized them up.

He knew the reason behind Huo Xingzhou's exile back then and how the Huo family had cut ties with him, even resorting to violence against both him and Qiao Xi.

"I haven't taken on a case in years, nor will I ever again," Cheng Han said firmly. "But my disciple Qiao Xi has inherited my skills. She can treat him."

It was a deliberate move to give Qiao Xi a chance to vent her frustrations.

The eldest branch of the Huo family looked even grimmer.

"Then... then I'll have to trouble your disciple," Huo Weiguo sighed. "Qiao Xi, please help this old man."

Qiao Xi hesitated, then glanced at Huo Xingzhou.

A chilling smile spread across Huo Xingzhou's face as he replied, "Old Master Huo, do you remember what you once said? If someone could cure your illness, what price would you pay?"

Huo Weiguo clenched his fists, closing his eyes as he admitted, "A generous reward, treating them as an honored guest."

"And?"

"Must you really make them kneel?" Huo Weiguo asked.

"You said it yourself. Filial piety comes first. To seek treatment for an elder, kneeling is only right," Huo Xingzhou replied icily.

"We were once family!"

The old man played the sentiment card.

But Huo Xingzhou's heart had long gone cold.

"The moment you signed the severance papers, we ceased to be," Huo Xingzhou retorted mockingly. "In light of past ties, I'll allow Huo Beiting to do it—three kowtows will suffice."

Qiao Xi stood beside him, silently agreeing.

After enduring so much humiliation, she, too, wanted to vent.

"Beiting! Kneel and beg for treatment!" Huo Weiguo commanded through gritted teeth.

"Grandfather!"

Huo Beiting's expression twisted with hatred.

His grandfather was actually forcing him to kneel before a countryside woman and Huo Xingzhou!

Huo Jianjun grabbed Huo Beiting's arm, suppressing his fury as he whispered, "The shares!"

Patience now to achieve a greater goal.

Huo Beiting's face contorted with rage, his molars grinding audibly.