The Strongest Dandy in the City-Chapter 664 Not Yet Fully Cooked

In the Ancient Martial World, within a room at the Heaven Rank Sect, adorned with simplicity and elegance.

A young woman, bearing a resemblance to Sun Meiqin, lay motionless on the bed, her eyes closed. Her complexion was as pale as paper, her cheeks unbearably gaunt, and her breathing extremely weak. All signs indicated that the young woman’s condition was extremely dire. This young woman was none other than Ye Chenfeng’s aunt, Sun Meixin.

By Sun Meixin’s bedside stood a middle-aged man and a cute little girl. The man was Sun Meixin’s husband, Zhang Feng, who was also a disciple of the Heaven Rank Sect. The adorable little girl, not more than six or seven years old, was Sun Meixin’s daughter, Sun Xiaomei.

Upon seeing everyone enter the room, Zhang Feng’s gaze fixated on Tang Bosheng of the Ghost Doctor Sect. He barely glanced at the others; he had been longing day and night for the past three years for his wife to wake up. The mental torment nearly drove him to the brink of collapse. He hurried over to Tang Bosheng and asked respectfully, "Mr. Tang, do you possibly have a way to awaken Meixin?"

"Zhang Feng, such impatience is unbecoming," Sun Boyi scolded him, before continuing, "Bosheng, could you first check if there’s been any improvement in Meixin’s condition?"

Tang Bosheng nodded, walked to the bedside of Sun Meixin, and said to his disciple Wang Yandong, "Yandong, prepare everything first. Then I can commence the treatment right away."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yandong set the medical kit he had been carrying on his shoulder onto the table and opened it. He took out an acupuncture pack and began to sterilize the silver needles with alcohol and fire.

Meanwhile, Tang Bosheng’s fingers rested on Sun Meixin’s wrist, feeling her pulse grow weaker by the moment. If this continued, he was certain she would not survive the month. Had it not been for his uninterrupted monthly treatments over the past three years, Sun Meixin would likely not have made it to this day.

"Ah," Tang Bosheng sighed inwardly, helplessly thinking, "I’ll do my best. If the acupuncture still has no effect this time, I’ll have to prepare them for the worst in advance."

"Yandong, bring the silver needles here," Tang Bosheng instructed Wang Yandong.

Wang Yandong immediately handed the sterilized silver needles to his master, Tang Bosheng, and then stood by respectfully at his side. freёnovelkiss-com

Tang Bosheng, a practitioner of the High Grade Heaven Rank, pinched the silver needle between his fingers while the force of True Energy within him surged ceaselessly. With the insertion of the first silver needle into Sun Meixin’s skull, followed by six more, he began the treatment.

On the sidelines, Ye Chenfeng recognized Tang Bosheng’s technique as the Seven Star Life Renewal Needles. In his previous life, he had the opportunity to visit the nation’s secret treasure trove five or six times, collecting virtually all works from ancient to present. Having been particularly interested in medical skills, he had read many medical texts, among which was the Seven Star Life Renewal Needles procedure.

Ye Chenfeng could tell that Tang Bosheng hadn’t mastered the Seven Star Life Renewal Needles to perfection. However, the version of the Seven Star Life Renewal Needles Ye Chenfeng had seen in his previous life was only an incomplete scroll with an imperfect record of the technique.

After applying the Seven Star Life Renewal Needles, Tang Bosheng checked Sun Meixin’s pulse every two minutes, but there was no change in her condition. Fifteen minutes later, he removed the needles and shook his head, saying, "Elder Sun, I’ve truly done all I can. Meixin’s body functions are deteriorating rapidly, and my treatments may not have much effect on her from now on. At most, she only has a month left."

"Mr. Tang, no, it can’t be, Meixin won’t die, you must have some other way. I beg you, please save Meixin, please save her," Zhang Feng pleaded, dropping to his knees and repeatedly kowtowing to Tang Bosheng.

Seeing her father kneel down, the adorable Sun Xiaomei, with tears streaming down from her large eyes, followed suit and knelt down before Tang Bosheng.

"Bosheng, is there really no other way?" Sun Boyi asked, frowning.

With a reluctant shake of his head, Tang Bosheng replied, "Elder Sun, with my current medical skills, I truly am powerless to help."

"Wuwuwu~" Sun Xiaomei couldn’t help but burst into tears, sobbing, "Mommy won’t die, mommy won’t die..."

Ye Chenfeng stepped forward upon seeing that Tang Bosheng couldn’t revive his aunt, and said, "Let me have a look at my aunty’s illness! Perhaps I might have a way to wake her up."

Upon hearing this, all eyes present inevitably focused on Ye Chenfeng. Although people like Sun Boyi had witnessed Ye Chenfeng’s formidable combat skills, medical skills were a completely different matter. Moreover, if even Tang Bosheng, one of the three Saints of the Ghost Doctor Sect, was powerless, how could Ye Chenfeng possess superior medical skills? It must be remembered that the three Saints of the Ghost Doctor Sect symbolized the pinnacle of medical practitioner in the Ancient Martial World.

Tang Bosheng’s disciple, Wang Yandong, wore a disdainful look. His master couldn’t cure the woman, and yet this greenhorn dared to say he might have a way? Was this some kind of international joke?

"Kid, who do you think you are in the Shocking Heavens Sect? Is it your place to speak? If my master can’t cure her, you think you can? Then why did your Shocking Heavens Sect even invite us, the Ghost Doctor Sect, to treat her?" Wang Yandong asked sharply, clearly annoyed.

Sun Boyi quickly intervened, "Bosheng, this young man is my great-grandson, Ye Chenfeng. He’s from the Secular World and has just arrived at Shocking Heavens Sect today. I think he’s just anxious to see his aunty wake up and means no offense to the Ghost Doctor Sect."

"Elder Sun, you’re taking this too seriously. You’re a close friend of our former Sect Leader in the Ghost Doctor Sect. After all, who doesn’t have a time in their youth when they’re a bit reckless?" Tang Bosheng quickly waved his hand and said.

However, as Zhang Feng, who was kneeling on the ground, heard that Ye Chenfeng might be able to revive his wife, Sun Meixin, he stood up hurriedly from the ground, walked up to Ye Chenfeng and asked, "Can you really wake up Meixin?"

As Zhang Feng wasn’t in the grand hall just now, he didn’t recognize Ye Chenfeng yet!

"Great-grandfather says you’re his great-grandson, so you are Xiao Mei’s brother. Brother, please wake up my mom quickly!" Sun Xiaomei walked up and tugged at Ye Chenfeng’s sleeve and pleaded.

Ye Chenfeng patted Sun Xiaomei’s head and said, "I’m not sure whether I can wake your mom up right away, but I can definitely save her life."

"Chenfeng, can you really save Meixin’s life?" Sun Meiqin asked, teary-eyed and incredulous.

"Chenfeng, don’t push yourself. We acknowledge your strength without a doubt, but treatment isn’t something to mess around with." Sun Boyi said with a serious gaze.

"Right, great-grandfather is correct, don’t force yourself. We already recognize you as one of the Suns," said the usually prideful Sun Xiaoli.

"Brother, isn’t this slapping the Ghost Doctor Sect’s face? Even Tang Bosheng, one of the three Saints, is at a loss here, and yet you insist there’s a way. If your method turns out to be ineffective in the end, it will only bring shame to Shocking Heavens Sect and might even sour the relationship between Shocking Heavens Sect and Ghost Doctor Sect," Sun Hengfei whispered from beside Ye Chenfeng.

"Brother, brother, please treat my mom!" the innocent Sun Xiaomei urged, pulling on Ye Chenfeng’s sleeve.

Ye Chenfeng shrugged and said, "How can we know without trying? Besides, since people from the Ghost Doctor Sect are at a loss with my aunt, it’s like trying to revive a dead horse as if it were a living one."

Seeing Ye Chenfeng walk over to Sun Meixin’s bedside, Tang Bosheng’s expression also turned slightly sour, and he forced a smile, "It’s good for young people to be willing to try, but it’s not good to be overly arrogant and conceited."

"Master, it seems he’s really set on doing this, but in the end, he might not even diagnose the illness. Perhaps his meddling could even hasten the patient’s death," Tang Bosheng’s disciple Wang Yandong said coldly, watching Ye Chenfeng.

Repeated provocations from the master and disciple had begun to irk Ye Chenfeng, who responded blandly, "The Seven Star Life Renewal Needles you just used aren’t quite there yet! You should go back and practice some more!"(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com) and give monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)