Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 662: The Yu family faces the extinction of its lineage
"Madam, the Divine Doctor has arrived."
Mei Qingdai couldn’t help but stand up, her tone urgent: "Quick, invite him in."
The next moment, a person dressed in a traditional gray Chinese robe walked in.
This individual was hard to distinguish as male or female, around thirty years old, with a thin build and carrying an unusually large medicine chest that stood out.
A light breeze drifted through, carrying with it a faint yet poignant herbal fragrance from the individual, inexplicably calming and refreshing.
"Divine Doctor, I’ve finally been able to await your arrival."
Mei Qingdai rushed forward two steps, intending to grab his hand, but he subtly stepped back, avoiding her outstretched fingers.
Realizing her impropriety, Mei Qingdai awkwardly chuckled and withdrew her hand.
"Divine Doctor, you must be exhausted after your long journey. Please sit down."
She turned to instruct the maid, "Bring out the tribute tea from my collection."
The man remained indifferent: "I am here today to check your pulse, Madam. I advise against wasting time. Let’s begin."
His voice was cold and slightly coarse, confirming to Mei Qingdai that he was indeed a man.
A man known as an expert in women’s health—this thought made Mei Qingdai feel a hint of embarrassment somewhere deep inside.
But now was clearly not the time to dwell on such matters.
The man didn’t seem inclined to even drink a taste of tea.
The man’s sheer dismissiveness left Mei Qingdai feeling disconcerted, yet the urgency of her request made her swallow her pride.
She seated herself in the rosewood armchair of the living room, placing her right hand on the tea table. The man sat opposite her, quietly unpacked the medicine chest, and prepared for the pulse diagnosis.
Mei Qingdai gazed at the profile of the man. His skin was strikingly fair, as if never exposed to sunlight. She couldn’t help herself from asking, "Divine Doctor, may I know your name?"
The man didn’t even lift his head as he replied flatly, "Leng Guang."
"Divine Doctor Leng, I’ve heard that you are the student of Divine Doctor Leng Baiwei, renowned for your extensive research in gynecology and infertility treatment. If you can help me conceive a child, you will be...I mean, you will be the Yu family’s most esteemed benefactor. Whatever you desire, the Yu family will strive to fulfill."
To be a benefactor of the Yu family—a status coveted by many, something others could only dream of.
Yet, the man seated across from her showed no sign of being captivated. His expression remained consistently aloof.
He pulled out a plain silk handkerchief, draped it over Mei Qingdai’s wrist, and softly muttered, "My apologies." Then, with his two fingers separated by the fabric, he pressed them against her pulse and immersed himself in thought.
Mei Qingdai dared not disturb his focus, her heart churned wildly.
She had been married into the Yu family for ten years. Initially, her marriage had drawn envy from countless individuals. But over time, as her womb bore no fruit, scandalous rumors began to circulate. "A barren hen," "occupying a privy without relieving oneself"—the insults grew more vicious with every whisper.
Were it not for her great-aunt keeping these tongues in check, Mei Qingdai would never have retained her position as the Yu family’s second lady.
The eldest sister-in-law only bore one daughter, and Yu Ruohuan, that young girl, would eventually marry out of the family. As grand and vast as the Yu family’s estate was, a successor was essential.
And that successor must undoubtedly come from her womb.
So here, the Divine Doctor Leng represented her last shred of hope.
Time drifted sluggishly by, each passing moment a torture for Mei Qingdai.
No one spoke a word; the silence of the room was so profound one could hear a pin drop.
Mei Qingdai’s gaze remained unbroken on the doctor’s face, eager to capture even the slightest hint of expression or movement.
Sadly, her efforts yielded no clues.
"Divine... Divine Doctor Leng... so, is there hope left for me?"
Unable to bear the oppressive quiet, Mei Qingdai finally spoke.
Leng Guang glanced at her, and she felt her chest tighten instantly: "Divine Doctor Leng, you’re a miracle worker; you must have a solution, right?"
Leng Guang began to ask her a series of questions concerning her menstruation and similar matters, which Mei Qingdai answered one by one.
She was practically a regular at hospitals, consuming traditional Chinese medicine year-round to regulate her health. Experts and professors abound had already examined her case.
After a moment of silence, Leng Guang said plainly, "Madam’s health is not a problem."
Mei Qingdai was on the verge of tears: "Then why can’t I conceive?"
"It’s not Madam’s issue."
If it’s not my problem, then whose could it be?
A rage brewed within Mei Qingdai. It seemed even this so-called legendary doctor was just another fraud. As she prepared to vent her fury, her eyes met a pair of icy, indifferent ones—calm as a moonlit spring, reflecting her current state of embarrassment with startling clarity.
It was as if her muddled thoughts were suddenly swept away by a crisp mountain breeze. She shivered briefly as a chilling realization dawned upon her.
If the issue wasn’t hers, then it must belong to her husband.
She had considered this possibility before, but the matter concerned a man’s pride; she hadn’t dared broach the subject.
Leng Guang continued: "Conception is not solely the woman’s responsibility. Please invite your husband here."
Now that everything was laid bare, Mei Qingdai couldn’t feign ignorance any longer.
She stammered awkwardly: "My... my husband is very busy with work..."
Leng Guang, without hesitation, began packing up his medicine chest, making it clear he wouldn’t linger another moment.
Panicked, Mei Qingdai immediately pleaded, "Divine Doctor Leng, please don’t go! I’ll summon my husband right away..."
"Madam, sir has returned," came the voice of a maid from outside the door.
Mei Qingdai’s heart leapt—what timing!
A man strode in, his expression cold and dense, radiating an aura that warned others to keep their distance.
"Ace, why have you returned at this hour?"
As she saw Han Yue trailing behind him, understanding sank into her heart.
In the Yu family, only the great-aunt wielded such authority.
Yu Fuce was Yu Yixin’s youngest son, born late in his father’s years. Naturally, he had been pampered beyond measure, treated like a treasure by old Madame Mei Lvge, who indulged his every whim.
Yu Fuce had grown into the Yu family’s tyrant, utterly unquestionable in his dominance. Mei Qingdai was even a little afraid of him.
Yu Fuce snorted coldly, his sharp gaze cutting through Mei Qingdai and landing squarely on Leng Guang.
"So you’re the so-called Divine Doctor summoned by my grandmother?"
His tone brimmed with disdain.
Leng Guang raised an eyebrow: "Young man, keep your temper in check. Sit down, and I’ll take your pulse."
Yu Fuce sneered: "I don’t need it."
Mei Qingdai whispered, "Ace, this man is none other than the protégé of Divine Doctor Leng Baiwei..."
Yu Fuce shot Mei Qingdai a cold, cutting glare.
Han Yue reminded him: "Second Master, the old matriarch went through great lengths to invite the Divine Doctor. You would do well not to waste her efforts."
Yu Fuce’s face darkened as he grudgingly sat down.
Leng Guang said softly, "Please roll up your sleeve."
Yu Fuce pulled up his sleeve violently, his hand knocked against the tea table with a heavy thud. He sucked in a sharp breath, his expression stormy.
Leng Guang’s lips curved slightly as his fingers came to rest on the pulse.
He said nothing, merely casting Yu Fuce a look full of subtle amusement.
Yu Fuce felt as though he’d swallowed a fly, his face twisted with anger as he snapped: "Speak."
"Do you often feel rib pain, a lack of appetite, dizziness, chest tightness, and shortness of breath, sir?"
Yu Fuce paused hesitantly; the description fit him perfectly.
"Anger harms the liver. If your emotions remain unchecked, and your qi transforms into fire, your beautiful young wife may well be widowed in her youth."
Leng Guang began packing up his chest again.
Yu Fuce’s expression abruptly shifted, embarrassment and anger boiling over: "You’re courting death...!"
As his fist aimed squarely at Leng Guang’s face, Han Yue and Mei Qingdai cried out in alarm, unable to react in time.
But Leng Guang nimbly sidestepped the strike, shaking his head and sighing: "Not salvageable."
He glanced around at the opulent surroundings—extravagantly adorned and indulgent to excess. A faint mockery flickered in his eyes.
"All that glitters outside, rots within."
Just like this young man, whose body had been hollowed out by indulgence, with his empty strike leaving him gasping for breath, propped against the armchair, his face flushed and his gaze bloodshot.
Leng Guang strode away decisively.
Han Yue hurried forward after him: "Divine Doctor Leng, Madame Mei Lvge requests your presence."
"Please tell Madame Mei that her grandson’s hidden illness is beyond my abilities. Seek a more capable hand."
Leng Guang’s detached voice carried on the wind as his figure disappeared into the distance.
Han Yue stood stunned—if not him, then whom else in this world could be capable?
Could this truly mean the Yu family was facing extinction?
