Chapter 0009 The Ye Family

“BMW X6?” Watching Ye Qingcheng open the door of a BMW X6, Zhang Xiaofan was a little surprised. Was this girl really so wealthy? Damn, truly someone from the mountains, who hasn't seen much of the world. Had I known, I would have asked for a million!

Despite his complaints, Zhang Xiaofan still got into the car. Neither poverty nor wealth can sway me, he thought. So what if you have money? I am who I am and will never try to please you.

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Jinghai City, Ye Family—one of the super clans, a commercial titan. The Ye family mansion was located in the coastal district for the rich, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold.

Within the wealthy district, the most prestigious area was the famed Paradise Villa Zone of Jinghai City.

The Ye family resided right there.

Around the Ye mansion, imposing bodyguards patrolled back and forth, keeping a sharp eye on anyone approaching.

Tonight, the Ye family was in turmoil. The patriarch, Old Master Ye Zhantian, had suddenly fallen ill and was now critically endangered!

In one room, people crowded around the old master's bedside.

The eldest son, Ye Mingwu, was frantically making phone calls, seeking out famed doctors and miracle workers. His wife sobbed uncontrollably by his side.

The second son, Ye Mingyi, was loudly cursing the incompetence of the doctors present.

Other younger relatives wore worried frowns; with the old master down, it felt as if the sky had fallen for the entire Ye family.

At that moment, a black Hummer suddenly pulled up outside the villa.

The door opened, and a young man dressed in designer clothes, tall and striking, walked in, followed by two attendants carrying gift boxes and bags.

With them was a middle-aged man wearing thick glasses and carrying a medical case.

Clearly, this young man was a frequent visitor to the Ye family; the bodyguards let him in without question.

“Brother Zifeng!”

Seeing the man, a young boy from the Ye family ran over immediately. This was Ye Yu, son of Ye Mingyi, only twelve years old. He seemed very familiar and friendly with the visitor.

Zifeng smiled and patted Ye Yu on the shoulder. “You've grown taller, kid.”

“Zifeng, you’re here. No need for gifts, you know,” Ye Mingyi greeted warmly.

“Good evening, Uncle. I heard that Grandpa Ye suddenly fell ill. The Ye and Liu families are old friends, so I rushed over tonight to visit, and brought Dr. Gao with me, hoping he might help.” This young man was Liu Zifeng, eldest grandson of the Liu family in Jinghai City, whose status was slightly below that of the Ye family.

“So it’s the famous Dr. Gao of Jinghai City. My apologies.” Ye Mingwu stepped over, very polite. “I tried calling Dr. Gao, but couldn’t get through. I didn’t expect my nephew to bring him.”

“You’re too kind. I left my phone in the office, and tonight I was scheduled to visit Old Master Liu for his chronic illness. Just as I was about to leave, I heard about Old Master Ye’s emergency and was brought here by Mr. Liu,” explained the middle-aged man, Dr. Gao Zhipeng, a Ph.D. from Jinghai City’s Traditional Medicine Hospital, renowned for his medical expertise and well-known among the elite.

What do the wealthy and powerful fear most?

They fear having wealth and power, but lacking the life to enjoy it.

Thus, a miracle doctor like this was highly sought after.

“Then we must trouble Dr. Gao. Please examine my father,” Ye Mingwu said.

Gao Zhipeng nodded and stepped forward to check Old Master Ye’s pulse.

Meanwhile, Liu Zifeng greeted each of the Ye family elders with refined manners.

He looked seventeen or eighteen, stood at six feet tall, strong and well-built, with sharp features and sword-like brows radiating boldness. His high nose gave him an even more masculine air, and his deep, ink-dark eyes shone brightly.

Such a man would certainly cause screams among young women—a true idol.

“Uncle, where’s Qingcheng?” Liu Zifeng asked eagerly after putting down his gifts.

“She just went out to find a doctor for the old master. I told her she’s just a young girl and it’s dangerous, but she wouldn’t listen,” Ye Mingwu sighed.

“I’ll send someone to look for her. It’s so late—if anything happens, it’d be terrible,” Liu Zifeng said urgently.

“Dad, I’m back.”

Just then, Ye Qingcheng’s voice came from outside. Liu Zifeng’s face lit up and he hurried out to greet her.

“Good evening, Qingcheng,” Liu Zifeng said, trying his best to impress her, acting quite the gentleman.

But Zhang Xiaofan found the guy’s manner irritating—was it because he was handsome?

Liu Zifeng also noticed Zhang Xiaofan, especially as Ye Qingcheng was holding Zhang Xiaofan’s hand. A shadow flickered across Liu Zifeng’s gaze, though he quickly composed himself—a master of changing faces.

“Qingcheng, who is this?” Liu Zifeng asked.

“Don’t bother me. I brought him to treat Grandpa.” Ye Qingcheng clearly had little interest in Liu Zifeng and pushed past him, hurrying inside.

Liu Zifeng’s expression shifted again, darkening as he looked at Zhang Xiaofan, his hostility obvious.

“Miss, I agreed to treat you, not anyone else. Special rates for beauties, but others pay full price,” Zhang Xiaofan grumbled, feeling he’d been tricked.

“As long as you can save him, I’ll pay whatever you ask, alright?” Ye Qingcheng replied impatiently.

“Deal. You said it!” Zhang Xiaofan affirmed.

“Qingcheng, is this the doctor you found?”

Their conversation was heard throughout the room. Everyone looked at Zhang Xiaofan with doubt, quickly followed by contempt and disdain.

The reason was simple: Zhang Xiaofan was about the same age as Ye Qingcheng, nothing like a miracle doctor—he looked like a street charlatan.

Besides, with Jinghai’s top miracle doctor, Dr. Gao, present, most people saw Zhang Xiaofan as a joke, not someone worthy to treat the patient.

“Qingcheng, I know you care about Grandpa, but you can’t just bring in some random quack. You’re worried, I understand, but Dr. Gao is here now.”

“Give him a hundred yuan and send him away. He’s filthy.”

“Well… if Dr. Gao can’t cure him, maybe let this one try?” Ye Qingcheng sounded uncertain herself.

Zhang Xiaofan was annoyed. If you don’t trust me, why ask me to help? Did you really think I cared about your money?

“I’m not treating this. Goodbye.”

Zhang Xiaofan shook off Ye Qingcheng’s hand and turned to leave.

“Hah, exposed already? Losing your temper? Or did you realize Dr. Gao is here and can’t keep up the act? Charlatan—you can only fool naive girls like Qingcheng,” Liu Zifeng seized the chance to scold him.

“Are you mentally ill?” Zhang Xiaofan, already irritated, snapped, “Get lost!”

“What if I don’t?” Liu Zifeng, who’d tried to play nice, now dropped the act.

“Then I’ll make you!”

Zhang Xiaofan was no longer joking; his expression was cold and fierce as he stepped forward, emanating an invisible aura. His foot hit the floor, causing it to tremble.

Liu Zifeng’s anger flared. He’d never been treated like this, and he was a karate expert himself—why should he be afraid?

He launched a high, swift kick at Zhang Xiaofan.

“Fancy moves!” Zhang Xiaofan barked, neither dodging nor flinching. He sprang up, his shoulder bursting with force, like a cannonball slamming into Liu Zifeng’s chest. Liu Zifeng’s body flew backward, crashing heavily onto the floor, blood spurting from his mouth, eyes wide with shock.

It all happened so fast, Liu Zifeng’s bodyguards couldn’t react, and even if they had, they couldn’t have stopped Zhang Xiaofan.

These were skilled guards, and they could tell at a glance that Zhang Xiaofan was extraordinary. Even together, they doubted they could match him.

“Seize this wretch and send him to the police!” Ye Mingyi shouted angrily. How dare someone cause trouble in the Ye family—especially beating up Liu Zifeng!

Zhang Xiaofan had no intention of backing down. If need be, he’d fight his way out—these guards were no threat to him.

“Ugh…”

Just then, Old Master Ye on the bed suddenly spewed a mouthful of foul blood.

“Alas… Old Master Ye’s body is overwhelmed by poison. There’s no saving him now…” Gao Zhipeng stood up and sighed deeply.

What?

His words stunned everyone in the room. Jinghai’s top miracle doctor had said so—was there really no hope?

“This is an unusual poison. If it were ordinary, even if it had reached the heart, I could still try. But with this poison, I have no way. You should prepare for the worst,” Gao Zhipeng said, shaking his head.

The room fell silent, the Ye family’s faces clouded with sorrow.