My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 311 I Say There’s Still Hope!

"Believe it or not, I'm here to treat him today," Yang Qi said. "Do you remember what I told you before? I predicted he would have an incident within a month. You should have found someone to diagnose and treat him back then, but you ignored my advice and let it drag on until now. Fine, let's not talk about that. Where is the patient?"

"What do you think you're doing?" Thomas stepped in front of Yang Qi. "He's beyond saving!"

"Whether he can be saved is for me to decide, not you!" Yang Qi glanced at Thomas with contempt. "Your skills are nothing special!"

What!

Everyone who heard this was stunned. That's Thomas! The most distinguished doctor of Western medicine since the founding of the Eagle Country! A renowned genius! He even won a Nobel Prize in Medicine. The Eagle Country spent a fortune to recruit him. And this man was just dismissed by Yang Qi as 'nothing special'? That's beyond arrogant!

Thomas was so furious he felt he could vomit blood.

"Fuck! How dare you insult me!" Thomas roared. "I knew it! You people from the Dragon Country are all low-class scum!"

SLAP!

Yang Qi's hand moved in a blur, leaving a sharp, red print on Thomas's face.

"Insult me, I can let it slide. But insult the people of the Dragon Country? Unacceptable," Yang Qi said coldly. "Now, get out of my way."

"You! You actually hit me!" Thomas was aghast.

"A slap is letting you off easy!" Yang Qi said sarcastically. "First, for your ignorance in slandering National Medicine. Second, for your shamelessness in slandering the Dragon Country. If it weren't for the small bit of skill you possess, I'd have killed you right now!"

"You! Fine. Fine! You say I'm ignorant? Then I'll let you treat him. But what happens if you can't cure him?" Thomas demanded.

"If I can't cure him, I will withdraw from the medical world and acknowledge Western medicine as orthodox," Yang Qi stated. "But what if I succeed?"

"If you cure him, I will renounce Western medicine, begin studying National Medicine, and issue a public apology to National Medicine!" Thomas said through clenched teeth. He was absolutely confident in his diagnosis. Fan Shengren was beyond saving. That was an ironclad fact. No one could change it. No one could possibly cure him. That was why he dared to make such a wager.

"Renouncing Western medicine is unnecessary. I only require one thing: publicly apologize to National Medicine. And apologize to the motherland that birthed and raised you," Yang Qi said.

"No problem!" Thomas seethed.

Yang Qi let out a cold laugh and entered the hospital room, unconcerned by the crowd watching him.

He flicked his wrist, and nine Silver Needles flew out, piercing Fan Shengren's acupoints with unerring precision.

Fan Ruobing watched in shock. What kind of technique is this? The Silver Needles hovered in the air for a moment before plunging directly into the acupoints. That display of skill alone was breathtaking.

The more Liu Changsheng watched, the more shocked he became. The first time he had seen Yang Qi use needles, his technique had been quite clumsy. Now, his skill had reached the level of a Grandmaster.

Thomas understood none of it. Just flashy theatrics. A few Silver Needles, cure a disease? I don't believe it for a second.

Yang Qi ignored everyone, focusing on the treatment. Another nine needles shot out, arranging themselves into the image of two divine dragons that seemed ready to spring to life.

Yet despite this, Fan Shengren remained unconscious. It all seemed to be for nothing.

Thomas sneered, "All this flashy nonsense, and for what? It's useless! You should just give up. A deceptive trick is still just a trick!"

"If you keep blabbering, get out," Yang Qi stated coldly. "Your surgery took over an hour. I've only been at this for a few minutes, and you're already spewing nonsense."

Thomas bit his lip. He wanted to retort but held his tongue. He would wait and see what excuses Yang Qi could possibly come up with later.

Yang Qi paid him no more mind. His fingers gently touched the Silver Needles, infusing them with Spiritual Power. The eighteen needles formed a perfect Formation within the patient's body, using the acupoints as its foundation. It began to purge the malady from within.

Fan Shengren must have been struck by a technique like the Poison Sand Palm in the past. That would explain the residual poison that was never fully cleansed. It has accumulated for years, allowing the toxic qi to finally attack his heart. What I need to do is simple: detoxify him.

It sounded easy, but it was incredibly difficult. After so much time, the toxins had completely fused with his body's fluids—a problem modern surgery couldn't solve.

Suddenly, Fan Shengren cried out.

Everyone's faces lit up with joy. The fact that he could cry out meant the acupuncture was working.

Thomas's expression turned grim. Impossible! How can this be happening? He was declared terminal by modern medicine. How could he be revived? He hasn't fully woken up, but at this rate, it won't be long. I don't believe it, but the proof is right here before my eyes.

「About half an hour later.」

Yang Qi stopped the treatment. Looking at Fan Shengren, who had now opened his eyes, he said, "Alright, you've had a brush with death. Your body is still very weak. I'll write you a prescription to replenish your qi and blood. You should be fully recovered in less than a week."

"Thank you, Mr. Yang!" Fan Shengren was overcome with gratitude. He had merely supported Yang Qi once and received his life in return. He was truly fortunate.

"Mr. Yang, I was wrong!" Fan Ruobing dropped to her knees, kowtowing repeatedly.

"As long as you understand your mistake, it's enough," Yang Qi said with a wave of his hand. "You planted an evil seed, and the Fan Family was disbanded. You planted a good seed, and Fan Shengren was saved. Get up. There's no need to kneel."

"Mr. Yang, our Fan Family has very little left. If you are willing, we will give you everything we have," Fan Shengren offered.

"There's no need for that," Yang Qi replied, waving his hand again. "I can't let you starve. However, if you have any Spirit Pills or miraculous herbs, you can give those to me."

"Jian," Fan Shengren said, "go and give Mr. Yang the two-hundred-year-old Lingzhi our family has treasured."

"Yes!" Fan Jian didn't dare hesitate, quickly retrieving the Lingzhi.

Yang Qi's eyes lit up with joy when he saw it. Lingzhi could be a primary ingredient for Alchemy and could also advance his Cultivation.

Thanks to the Vajra Body Refining Technique, he possessed combat power comparable to a Sixth Rank Great Grandmaster, but Immortal Cultivation was the true path. His Immortal Cultivation Realm was still too low, only at the Third Layer of the Foundation Establishment Stage. With this Lingzhi, advancing to the Fourth Layer was just around the corner.

After stowing the Lingzhi, Yang Qi glanced at Thomas. "Do you admit defeat?"

"I do," Thomas said, feeling utterly ashamed. He had always looked down on National Medicine, yet today, he had been soundly defeated by it.

"I'll be waiting for your public apology. Farewell."

Yang Qi turned and left.

He returned to the Kang River Villa, eager to refine the Lingzhi into a Ganoderma Pill.

「A night passed.」

The Elixir was successfully refined, but before he could take it, someone arrived in a rush.

It was the Wolf King.

"Big Brother, the situation is dire! That Cao Kun has completely lost his mind. To flaunt the Cao Family's power, he's begun a purge of all the neutral families and individuals in Kang City. The casualties are countless!"