Chapter Thirty-Three: I Call the Shots
Upon seeing Qin Fei, the old master Su was so emotionally overwhelmed that tears nearly fell from his eyes.
"Qin Fei, I—" he seemed about to say something, but Qin Fei waved his hand and said, "No need to say anything; just lie down on the bed."
After saying this, Qin Fei winked at Su Yu.
Su Yu instantly understood; Qin Fei's intention was to help her regain face.
She recalled Qin Fei's words from earlier: that the grievances she suffered would slowly be compensated in the future.
"That's wonderful, wonderful," Su Ziping exclaimed, walking anxiously around the room, his excitement palpable.
Qin Fei moved into the kitchen to prepare the medicinal soup.
He poured the powdered medicine that Shen Gong had prepared into the pot, then sliced the ginseng into pieces, tossing them in one by one.
Next, Qin Fei extended a finger, slowly infusing strands of green energy into the concoction.
"You mentioned that Shen Gong wouldn't part with the remaining half of the ginseng?" At that moment, Su Yu entered the room.
Qin Fei waved the small piece of ginseng he had left in his hand and smiled, "I traded half of my ginseng for half of his reishi; do you think he would refuse?"
"Isn't that a bit unfair?" Su Yu covered her mouth in surprise.
Qin Fei chuckled, "There's no such thing as unfair in this case. It's useless to me anyway; what matters is that we have people."
Su Yu felt a mix of emotions; as a doctor, she understood the significance of a thousand-year-old ginseng.
Such a precious herb, if the news got out, could sell for millions.
Twenty minutes later, Qin Fei emerged with a bowl of medicinal soup.
"Grandpa, please drink this soup," Qin Fei said.
The old master, not daring to delay, struggled to sit up from the sofa and carefully drank the soup.
It was different from what he had imagined; expecting it to taste bitter, he was surprised to find it somewhat sweet.
"Su Yu, do we have any fine needles at home?" Qin Fei then asked, turning to her.
"Yes," Su Yu quickly replied, rushing to fetch a set of fine needles and handing them to Qin Fei.
"Grandpa, please lie back on the sofa," Qin Fei said with a smile.
He took the needles and gently inserted them into the old master's Zhongfu, Yunmen, Chize, and Taiyuan acupoints, allowing threads of green energy to flow through the needles into those points.
"Just wait for ten minutes," Qin Fei said after finishing.
Su Zhengzhen, filled with skepticism, remarked, "You think this handful of medicine and some needles can cure him? Especially cancer?"
Qin Fei shot him a glance, and before he could respond, Su Ziping scolded, "Shut your mouth! Who do you think you are to speak here?"
"I'm just asking; this is all new to me," Su Zhengzhen muttered.
Ten minutes passed, and the old master fell asleep on the sofa, even snoring softly.
"Is he really asleep?" Su Ziping swallowed hard, his disbelief evident.
Due to the severe pain caused by the cancer cells, the old master hadn't slept well in a long time.
"Alright," Qin Fei walked over and gently patted the old master awake.
After waking him, Qin Fei removed the needles.
"How do you feel now?" Qin Fei asked with a smile.
The old master rubbed his sleepy eyes, tentatively touched his chest, coughed a couple of times, and then exclaimed in excitement, "Is it really better? Just like that?"
"Incredible! It worked so fast?"
"Qin Fei, what kind of method is this? You can even treat cancer?"
"Wow, my son-in-law is truly impressive!"
Su Ziping and Zhao Ya beamed with pride, and even the old master praised Qin Fei endlessly.
"Is this really the same Qin Fei I know?" Su Zhengzhen laughed bitterly, "If this gets out, no one will believe it."
Qin Fei explained, "For now, I can only suppress the growth of the cancer cells. If you follow this prescription and take it three times a day, come back in a month for another acupuncture session, you should be basically cured."
"Qin Fei, I honestly don't know what to say..." The old master's tears streamed down his face, "I treated you so poorly; instead of holding it against me, you repaid me with kindness."
"We're all family; let bygones be bygones," Qin Fei smiled.
His actions were not solely for the old master but primarily for Su Yu.
After this event, the Su family's attitude toward Qin Fei underwent a complete transformation.
Three days later, in the afternoon, Su Yu stormed into the house, visibly upset.
"Why are you home so early?" Qin Fei said, reclining on the sofa, engrossed in the newspaper.
"I quit my job! It was too suffocating!" Su Yu retorted angrily.
"What happened?" Qin Fei asked with a smile.
Su Yu waved her hand, seemingly reluctant to discuss the topic.
"I'm planning to open my own clinic. I've already scouted out a location; what do you think?" Su Yu asked.
Qin Fei considered it and replied, "That sounds great; I can help you out when I have time."
"Then it's settled! I'll go rent a place and get the paperwork done right now." Without hesitation, Su Yu stood up and left the house.
Qin Fei lay on the bed, feeling bored. He picked up his phone and searched for news about the dragon corpse.
During this time, reports about the dragon corpse had become increasingly scarce, with only a few scattered mentions.
Most of the sources were not legitimate media but rather speculative articles from self-proclaimed journalists.
"It seems there hasn't been any progress; otherwise, the news would be everywhere," Qin Fei thought to himself.
Just then, his phone rang. Checking the screen, he saw that it was Feng Xiangyang, the man he had helped recently.
"Hero, if you're free tonight, I'd like to invite you to dinner at Fengyue Lou," Feng Xiangyang said politely.
Qin Fei laughed, "Mr. Feng, there's really no need for a meal."
"You should come; otherwise, I'll feel uneasy," Feng Xiangyang insisted earnestly.
Unable to resist his persistent requests, Qin Fei informed Su Ziping and then headed to Fengyue Lou.
Upon entering, Qin Fei saw Feng Xiangyang sitting with an elderly gentleman, engaged in conversation.
A piece of calligraphy was displayed in front of them.
"Hero, you're here!" Feng Xiangyang stood up hurriedly and shook Qin Fei's hand.
After sitting down, Feng Xiangyang introduced, "This is Mr. Huang Wenyiao, the president of our Jiang City Calligraphy Association."
Then he introduced Qin Fei, "This is the hero I mentioned, my lifesaver, Mr. Qin Fei."
Qin Fei quickly shook hands with Mr. Huang before taking his seat.
"Mr. Qin, what do you think of this calligraphy?" Feng Xiangyang asked, handing the piece to Qin Fei.
Qin Fei looked it over and was surprised to say, "This is by Huai Jin?"
"Exactly!" Feng Xiangyang replied eagerly. "I didn't expect Mr. Qin to have knowledge of calligraphy!"
Qin Fei chuckled, "I've dabbled a bit, but this piece..."
Before he could finish, his phone rang again.
"Excuse me, I need to take this call," Qin Fei said apologetically, stepping outside.
It was Su Yu on the line, saying, "Are you free now? I'm at Fengyue Lou; can you come over?"
"What a coincidence! I'm also at Fengyue Lou. Which room are you in?" Qin Fei replied, surprised.
After Su Yu mentioned she was in the "Fenghua Xueyue" room, she hung up.
"Miss Su, look at this room name; it fits the occasion perfectly!" Next to Su Yu sat a middle-aged man with a round belly.
Su Yu frowned, suppressing her anger, and said, "Mr. Zhu, please show some respect; I'm not that kind of person."
The man, known as Zhu Ziqiang, was a minor official in the business department.
Hearing Su Yu's words, he sneered, leaning back in his chair and saying, "I don't want to waste time with you; if you don't serve me well today, don't expect to use your clinic's name!"
Su Yu's face turned sour as she replied, "You're abusing your power! I can report you!"
"Go ahead!" Zhu Ziqiang lit a cigarette, saying, "Feng is my cousin, so do as you please!"
At this point, Zhu Ziqiang's expression shifted as he leaned forward, smirking, "It's just a little business between a man and a woman; you should understand that, right?"
As soon as he finished, he lewdly grabbed Su Yu's delicate hand.