Loss of virginity after mountain climbing

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Yingtian City!
It was six o'clock in the afternoon. The sun was already setting, dusk was approaching, and the sunset was infinitely beautiful, but it was almost dusk. Many people finished their hard work and hurried home.
People returning home always carried exhausted bodies, living like dogs.
Xu Zhendong was one of them. He seemed more tired and confused than everyone else in the crowd, his eyes filled with despair, despair for his future.
"Thirteenth time, thirteenth hospital already, none of them want me. I've tried to choose smaller hospitals, and I've been to seven or eight private hospitals, still hitting a wall." "
Does graduation really mean unemployment? It doesn't seem like that. After all, many of us from medical school have found jobs, but most of them studied Western medicine. Now, traditional Chinese medicine is declining, and these hospitals look down on traditional Chinese medicine, especially on a soon-to-be-graduated traditional Chinese medicine student like me." After muttering a
few words, Xu Zhendong hurriedly returned to his rented room. Because he had a girlfriend during his school years, he had moved out to live with her a long time ago. Both of them were students, so their expenses were not high, and a one-bedroom apartment was enough for them.
However, with graduation and internship approaching, his girlfriend found a good internship opportunity in Longhua District of Yingtian City. To be closer to her workplace, she rented an apartment there, so Xu Zhendong was living alone now. Dejected, he returned to his rented apartment. Looking at the messy room, he had no mood to tidy it up. He sat on the bed, watching the sunset outside the window.
"Since these small hospitals won't take me, then tomorrow I'll go to the best hospital—Yingtian Hospital. I think a few of my classmates are interning there. Even if they don't want me, it doesn't matter. I've already faced so many rejections; maybe their HR department is blind!" In
a bad mood, he didn't even want to eat. He picked up his phone to scroll through his WeChat Moments and was immediately stunned. He saw that his girlfriend, Li Qingluo, had updated her Moments. The post was simple: "We're doing great!" Attached was a photo of Li Qingluo leaning against a man's chest.
"This…" Xu Zhendong was immediately dumbfounded, anger rising within him.
"It's probably just a colleague, nothing serious. We love each other so much, we promised to get married two years after graduation, Qingluo wouldn't lie to me."
Thinking this, his phone rang. It was his girlfriend, Li Qingluo, calling. He hesitated for a moment, then answered, pretending not to have seen the post on social media, and said with a smile,
"Qingluo, have you missed me? We haven't eaten together for a while since you went there for your internship. How about we have dinner together tonight?"
After a while, there was no sound from the other end. Xu Zhendong thought there was something wrong with his phone, but it was still connected… "Qingluo, what's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Then, he heard a deep breath coming from the other end, as if she was gathering her courage.
"Zhendong, we…we break up!"
Buzz!
His mind went blank. A
surge of suppressed anger rose within him, but he still tried hard to hold it back, his words becoming cold.
"You cheated on me? You found a new boyfriend?"
"No...no!" Li Qingluo hesitated, "I just feel like we're not compatible."
"Qingluo, don't joke around. We've been together for three years, and we've always loved each other very much. How could we be incompatible! Is it that person in your WeChat Moments?"
"Ah...you...you saw it?" Li Qingluo was a little surprised, but after a moment, she said calmly, "I've thought about it. We're both from out of town, and you're studying Traditional Chinese Medicine. Traditional Chinese Medicine isn't well-regarded these days. You've already asked around at every hospital in Yingtian City, and none of them want you, right?"
"You can't give me the life I want. I don't want to go back to the countryside. I'm used to the hustle and bustle of the big city. My current boyfriend is the son of the Tianyi Group. He can give me the life I want. I hope you can understand me!"
Her voice was no longer hesitant and stuttering, but resolute.
"Qingluo, although I haven't achieved much yet, I will work hard. As long as we work hard, we can definitely establish ourselves in Yingtian City. I'll try Yingtian Hospital tomorrow!"
Xu Zhendong was suppressing his anger, hoping to win back his girlfriend whom he had always loved.
"Heh, Xu Zhendong, don't be naive. You studied Traditional Chinese Medicine. Even if you have excellent grades, so what? In the real world, connections matter. Besides, Traditional Chinese Medicine is considered low-class. Yingtian Hospital will definitely not hire you. Even if you're lucky enough to be hired, how many years will it take you to buy a house and a car in this city? I'm a woman, my youth is limited, I can't wait."
"I can talk to my parents and ask them to borrow money from relatives and friends to pay for the down payment first, and then we can pay it back slowly... Hello... Hello... Qingluo... Qingluo..."
Before he could finish speaking, the other end of the phone had already hung up.
Xu Zhendong looked at the setting sun, the remaining light in the west seemed so pale and weak. Did even God feel sorry for him?
He studied diligently at school, striving to bring honor to his family, and consistently achieved top grades. He believed that his excellent academic performance would lead him to a fortune after graduation.
However, reality slapped him hard in the face. He couldn't even find a graduation internship, let alone make a lot of money. Now, even his girlfriend had left him because he couldn't earn enough.
There was no greater tragedy in life!
Overwhelmed with grief and anger, he gritted his teeth and punched the wooden table. His finger bled, but he felt no pain. He felt the paleness of the setting sun mirrored his own state—precarious, nearing the end of the world, approaching a hopeless darkness.
Blood flowed down the table, touching a dark jade pendant. Instantly, much of the blood was absorbed.
"I will succeed!"
Xu Zhendong said angrily, turning his gaze away from the distance, only to be stunned by what he saw.
The originally dark jade pendant was absorbing his blood, turning a slightly dark reddish color. Startled, he quickly withdrew his hand, checked his wound, and found it had already healed on its own.
"This..."
Xu Zhendong was astonished by all these changes. Checking his hand, it didn't look like he'd just scraped his skin. If it weren't for the few traces of blood on the table, he wouldn't have believed what he'd just witnessed.
Curious, he looked at the jade pendant, now a dark red, picked it up, and examined it closely. Apart from the color change, nothing else had changed.
"This is a keepsake my grandfather gave me before he died. He always told me to keep it with me. Later, I took it off because my girlfriend gave me a pendant."
With that, he tore off the pendant from his neck, glanced at it, and resolutely threw it into the trash heap downstairs. Since they'd broken up, there was no need to cling to it.
Putting the jade pendant back on, he immediately felt a warm current in his chest, as if something had entered his body and rushed to his head.
In an instant, his head throbbed with pain.
"Ouch! Ouch! My head, what's happening to me?!"
Xu Zhendong felt excruciating pain in his head, rolling around on the bed clutching his head as new memories flooded his mind. Memories that weren't his own.
The pain was excruciating, his head felt like it was splitting open. He rolled around clutching his head, the agonizing pain making him wish he were dead.
His consciousness finally gave way, and he lost consciousness.
In his hazy state, he seemed to hear someone speaking.
"This is the culmination of my life's work, Shennong. I hope that someone destined to inherit it will carry it on, continuing to promote the profound knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine and practice medicine to help the world..." He
couldn't make out much of what he heard.
When Xu Zhendong awoke again, he discovered a wealth of memories in his mind that didn't belong to him.
Medical arts, Taoist cultivation methods, astrology, divination, and the medical experiences of his ancestor Shennong appeared in his mind.
However, what was currently revealed seemed to be only the tip of the iceberg; much more was forcibly suppressed because the amount of information was too vast, and he could only process a small portion at present.
He got up, rubbed his temples, and felt a slight discomfort in his head, but it was no longer a major problem. He gradually began to digest the vast amount of information in his mind.
After a full hour, he finally finished processing the massive amount of memories in his mind, and he was astonished.
The inheritance he had gained included many things, including numerous medical techniques and acupuncture methods that had been lost to this day, divination, feng shui, debates on astrological phenomena and strange changes, and even methods for cultivating immortality.
Xu Zhendong was completely immersed in its mysteries, constantly marveling at how thoroughly his ancestor Shennong had studied traditional Chinese medicine. He realized that all subsequent traditional Chinese medicine was built upon Shennong's medical techniques, and he had now obtained the most comprehensive, most mystical, and most authentic traditional Chinese medicine.
"I never imagined that traditional Chinese medicine encompassed so much, including esoteric phenomena, astronomy, divination, and the Great Dao of cultivation!" After his initial amazement, Xu Zhendong became excited. Looking out at the night sky completely swallowed by darkness, he shouted, "Heaven hasn't forsaken me! I, Xu Zhendong, will definitely rise above others! I will definitely be able to dominate the martial world!"
Having received such an astonishing inheritance, Xu Zhendong naturally wanted to fill his time with it, practicing according to a cultivation method in his mind—the *Han Tian Jing*.
Although he had received the inheritance from Shennong, the *Han Tian Jing*, as a method to aid in cultivation and medical practice, was also profound and extensive. Xu Zhendong slowly began his practice from the beginning, meticulously.
Before he knew it, dawn was breaking. He slowly stopped his practice, opened his eyes, and felt no fatigue at all. He was invigorated, refreshed, and full of energy. His mood was also greatly improved; the sadness of yesterday's heartbreak had vanished.
"I'll have breakfast first, then try my luck at Yingtian Hospital."
Having received the Shennong inheritance, Xu Zhendong was clearly much more confident. After washing up, he grabbed his resume, rushed downstairs for breakfast, and then excitedly headed to Yingtian Hospital.
He hadn't been out long when he heard the sound of an ambulance approaching from afar, immediately catching his attention. The ambulance stopped at the Yingtian Luxury Hotel not far ahead, and seven or eight medical personnel hurriedly got out.
"Let's go see!"
Xu Zhendong strode over, and some onlookers jogged over as well.
A large crowd had gathered in the hotel lobby, all watching the spectacle. In the center lay a young man, foaming at the mouth and unconscious, his face pale, beads of sweat on his forehead, his expression somewhat contorted, hunched over, clutching his stomach, clearly in great pain.
"Doctor, please save my son!"
A woman in a purple bodycon dress grabbed the lead doctor's arm and shook it frantically, her anxiety barely concealing her noble bearing.
"Mrs. Yang, please rest assured, Dr. Wang will save him. Dr. Wang is the attending physician in the surgery department of Yingtian Hospital; he will definitely be able to save your son,"
the head nurse said. They had just received an emergency call and rushed over, and the caller had mentioned that it was Yang Wanxiang's son, Yang Qiankun.
Yang Wanxiang was one of the few major entrepreneurs in Yingtian City, with his Wanxiang Group having numerous businesses, including catering, hotels, clothing, and more. This luxurious Yingtian Hotel was one of his businesses.
Moreover, the Wanxiang Group donated medical equipment to Yingtian Hospital every year, so upon learning that it was the son of the Wanxiang Group, they immediately dispatched Wang Zhenguo, a highly renowned attending physician, along with the head nurse.
"Why aren't you all getting Young Master Yang onto a stretcher and taking him to the hospital!" the head nurse loudly reprimanded the other nurses.
"Don't move!" Wang Zhenguo shouted, his eyes fixed on Yang Qiankun, who was convulsing on the ground, foaming at the mouth. He said, "This is a rare case of Invisible Snake King Venom Syndrome. He can't move. The toxin has already begun to spread throughout his body. Moving him will accelerate the spread of the toxin. Once it reaches his internal organs, he'll be completely beyond saving."
The nurses, who were about to lift Yang Qiankun onto the stretcher, froze and withdrew their hands.
"What kind of symptoms are these? I've never heard of them before," the head nurse asked curiously.
Among those present, only Wang Zhenguo and Xu Zhendong, who had just received the Shennong inheritance, probably knew about this condition. He had learned about it through the inheritance.
"It's a toxin that can lie dormant in the body for a long time, hiding like a snake. Once it encounters a trigger, it will activate, hence the name Invisible Snake King Venom Syndrome. There have been dozens of cases worldwide, and only three have been successfully treated. But that was in the United States."
"You're a highly renowned doctor at Yingtian Hospital. Can't you even cure him?" The head nurse was stunned, and the others were even more shocked.
Even Wang Zhenguo couldn't cure this disease, so who in Yingtian City could?
Wang Zhenguo shook his head, pondered for a moment, and said, "If we're talking about someone in Yingtian City who could cure it, I'm afraid only Dean Hua has a chance."
"Dean? Hua Shengyi? Quickly call him over." Madam Yang grabbed Wang Zhenguo's sleeve and roughly tugged at it several times.
"Madam Yang, I'm powerless to help. I can only ask the Dean for help, but I'm afraid Young Master Yang won't be able to wait that long." Wang Zhenguo was also disheartened. His medical skills couldn't save him, but if the Dean intervened, there might be a 20% chance of success. However, Yang Qiankun's virus was spreading very quickly, and he might die before the Dean arrived.
"Why don't I give it a try?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd, and a young man stepped out.
It was Xu Zhendong. He had a treatment method for the sudden onset of symptoms from the Invisible Snake King's venom in his mind. Inheriting Shennong's medicine, he was dedicated to healing and saving lives. A doctor with a benevolent heart couldn't stand by and watch someone die!
"You? Who are you?" Wang Zhenguo asked suspiciously.
"My name is Xu Zhendong. I am well-versed in traditional Chinese medicine. I have a 70% chance of curing him," Xu Zhendong said.
"Traditional Chinese medicine? Are you kidding me? A 70% chance of saving someone? Even if the hospital director were here, he'd only have a 20% chance. If you want to curry favor with the Wanxiang Group, at least choose a better time," Wang Zhenguo said loudly, his eyes filled with contempt. "These days, can traditional Chinese medicine still save lives? This is the son of the Wanxiang Group. If something happens to him, can you take responsibility?"
"I..." Xu Zhendong wanted to retort, but at that moment, many dissenting voices arose from the crowd.
"This young man couldn't even cure the renowned Dr. Wang Zhenguo, and even the hospital director only had a 20% chance of success. You say you have a 70% chance? Don't be ridiculous."
"That's right, young man, don't be impulsive. Wanxiang Group is not to be trifled with; it's a multi-billion dollar conglomerate."
"Modern TCM is all fraud; there's no scientific basis whatsoever. How can it possibly save lives?"
"TCM scholars are all old men in their sixties and seventies. What could this young man possibly be impersonating? Impersonating TCM; isn't he courting death?"
Everyone chimed in with their criticisms of TCM, making it sound utterly useless. Xu Zhendong ignored them. He possessed a compassionate heart, and his purpose in studying TCM was to heal the sick and save lives. He looked at Madam Yang.
“Madam Yang, you heard what Dr. Wang said earlier. Even if the hospital director comes, there’s only a 20% chance of saving your son’s life. And judging from the current situation, he’ll die before the director even arrives. If you treat him, there’s a chance he can come back to life. What do you think?”
Before Madam Yang could answer, Wang Zhenguo interrupted, “Young man, your treatment will only hasten Young Master Yang’s death. Madam Yang, don’t believe the nonsense of those with ulterior motives.”
"Premature death?" Madam Yang immediately objected, looking at Xu Zhendong and saying, "Traditional Chinese medicine is just a scam now. You'd better leave now and don't try to curry favor with our Wanxiang Group with such methods."
"Madam Yang, I kindly wanted to help your son treat his illness, and this is how you treat me?" If it weren't for his compassionate heart as a doctor and his determination to heal the sick, Xu Zhendong would have left immediately.
"I thank you for your family's kindness. The hospital director will be here soon. Get out!" Madam Yang said, her phone rang, she smiled slightly, and answered it immediately.
At this moment, seeing that Young Master Yang was foaming at the mouth, he would really die if he didn't receive immediate treatment. To leave him to die would go against his conscience and would be a disservice to the medical principles of his ancestor Shennong.
He couldn't care less about that now. Xu Zhendong took out the silver needle bag he always carried, and with a flick of his wrist, the entire silver needle bag unfolded, rows of silver needles shimmering with light. He used the Qi Cloud Needle technique, merging his internal energy into the silver needles.
With his other hand, he grasped another silver needle and lightly sliced it across Young Master Yang's t-shirt, tearing it open to reveal purplish skin.
Immediately afterward, he swiftly began acupuncture, channeling his inner energy into the needle with fluid, practiced movements, inserting over a dozen needles into Young Master Yang's body in a short time.
Young Master Yang's convulsing body suddenly stopped, and he ceased foaming at the mouth. Xu Zhendong channeled his inner energy into the silver needles, using the *Shaking Heaven Scripture* technique to infuse a small amount of true energy into his body, halting the spread of the toxin.
The entire process was incredibly rapid and seamless; no one else had time to stop him and was stunned by what they saw.
"You bastard, stop!"
Mrs. Yang, who was on the phone, screamed upon seeing this.
She had only been on the phone for a few moments when she turned around to see this arrogant young man inserting over a dozen needles into her son, and she was instantly enraged.
Before she could finish her call, she screamed again and shoved Xu Zhendong, who was performing the acupuncture, away.
Xu Zhendong was startled awake by her scream, but unexpectedly, she shoved him away.
He stood up angrily, his eyes icy, staring at the unreasonable Madam Yang. Even a saint has her temper, let alone a human.
"My treatment isn't finished yet. I can only keep him alright for half a day. Are you trying to kill your son by obstructing my treatment?"
If it weren't for his compassionate heart and desire to heal, he would have left long ago. Why stay and suffer this humiliation?
"Do you know who my son is? My son is the sole heir of the Wanxiang Group! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!"
She quickly knelt down to check on her son. His face was still pale, the convulsions had lessened, and he wasn't foaming at the mouth, but she didn't believe this was due to the acupuncture needles.
Xu Zhendong's eyes suddenly turned cold. The situation had been critical; if he hadn't intervened, Young Master Yang would have certainly died. Although it was somewhat inappropriate to treat a patient without their consent, refusing to save them would violate his unwavering commitment to medical ethics, especially given the medical traditions passed down from his ancestor Shennong.
He was deeply displeased that he was now being verbally abused by the family after saving someone, and coldly stated,
"I need to administer more acupuncture, otherwise they will still die."
"You…get out! Security, security, throw this man out! I don't want to see him again!"
Madam Yang was the owner of the hotel, and security guards immediately rushed over, glaring angrily at Xu Zhendong.
Xu Zhendong's eyes were icy cold, and he was also disappointed. He let out a cold snort.
"I practice medicine with a compassionate heart, not seeking merit, but only a clear conscience. Yet you obstruct me in every way. Even a saint has some temper. I'm not going to suffer here. I wish your son a speedy recovery!"
With that, he strode towards the door.
Approaching him were Yang Wanxiang and Hua Shengyi, the director of Yingtian Hospital, followed by six bodyguards. Rushing over in a flurry, he brushed past Xu Zhendong.
"Wanxiang, you're finally here! If you hadn't come sooner, our son would have died!" Madam Yang cried, clinging to Yang Wanxiang's arm.
"What...what happened?" Yang Wanxiang was furious, seeing over a dozen silver needles stuck in his son's body.
"Just now, some ignorant fool tried to treat him with traditional Chinese medicine. Luckily, Madam Yang discovered it in time and stopped him. He managed to hold on until Dean Hua arrived," Wang Zhenguo said hastily, seizing the opportunity to impress Yang Wanxiang. "
Traditional Chinese medicine? That's utter nonsense!" Yang Wanxiang roared, "Get them all out of here!"
Wasn't this an even better opportunity to show off? Wang Zhenguo immediately reached out to remove the needles, but was grabbed by a withered, yellow old hand.
"Dean Hua, what are you doing...?" Wang Zhenguo looked at Dean Hua, who was holding his hand.
Hua Shengyi's eyes were filled with shock; he still couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. He solemnly declared, "This illness is indeed the sudden onset syndrome of the Invisible Snake King's venom, and it's at an extremely dangerous stage. Logically
, it should be incurable." "Although I, Hua, am not a traditional Chinese medicine expert, I do know a little about it. Judging from the current situation, these dozen or so acupuncture needles must have protected my son's life. The venom has been contained and is no longer spreading. However, at present, he is only stable, not fully cured."
"The person who performed the acupuncture was a master. You said Madam Yang stopped him?"
Dean Hua said slowly, his voice filled with shock.
His words shocked everyone present. Even the highly respected Dean Hua said so, which could only mean that the person had genuine skill and wasn't the traditional Chinese medicine fraud they had previously accused him of.
"This... I don't know either! Who knew traditional Chinese medicine was still effective these days!" Madam Yang stammered, her face pale. "You're here! Save my son! Quick, save my son!"
Dean Hua carefully examined the situation and said, "I'm powerless to help with this illness. If it weren't for the temporary relief from these acupuncture needles, Young Master Yang would probably be gone by now."
"Waaah, my husband! Our son! Please save our son!" Madam Yang burst into tears, grabbing her husband's arm and shaking him violently.
Yang Wanxiang remained relatively calm, his brows furrowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He looked at Dean Hua and asked,
"Is there no one who can save my son?"
"Yes!" Dean Hua said calmly.
"Who? Who is it? Bring him here quickly!" Madam Yang grabbed Dean Hua's arm as if grasping at a straw.
"Who is it?" Yang Wanxiang was moved, his eyes filled with excitement.
"It was the person who just performed the acupuncture. If it hadn't been stopped, he would surely have cured Young Master Yang," Dean Hua said, sighing helplessly. "Masters are unpredictable. Madam Yang has offended him this time, and it's unlikely she'll be able to get him back!"
"Husband, quickly find that person! Quickly, let him treat our son!" Madam Yang grabbed her husband's arm.
"Hmph!" Yang Wanxiang snorted coldly, staring at her. "What have you done? Someone was trying to help, and what did you do? Was it that person who just went out?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
With that, he turned to his bodyguards and loudly ordered, "Go and bring him back right now!"
Six bodyguards obeyed and rushed out.
Yang Wanxiang and Madam Yang followed closely behind. Dean Hua hesitated for a moment, then waited with the medical staff, watching over Young Master Yang's safety.
At this moment, Xu Zhendong was furious, wanting to slap himself a few times. Why did he go in to get yelled at? Curiosity killed the cat!
"Why was I so stupid? Why did I have to go in out of curiosity?" Xu Zhendong lightly slapped his cheek, took a deep breath, and said, "Never mind, I'll go to the interview at Yingtian Hospital first."
He hadn't gone far when he heard voices calling from behind, but they didn't call his name, so Xu Zhendong ignored them.
A moment later, those people caught up. Six tall men in suits and sunglasses surrounded him with an air of authority.
Xu Zhendong recognized them; they were the bodyguards who had gone in with Yang Wanxiang not long ago.
"Young Master Yang's condition hasn't been fully treated. Mr. Yang wants you to go back for treatment! Immediately."
These men were cold-faced and rude, showing no sign of pleading. This immediately made Xu Zhendong very unhappy. Mrs. Yang had been aggressive earlier, and now the bodyguards were behaving like this.
Xu Zhendong's eyes were icy as he looked at the man blocking his way and said, "I'm not qualified to treat your Young Master Yang. Tell your Mrs. Yang to find someone else! Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the way."
The bodyguard shouted, "Insolence! Don't be so shameless! Being able to treat the young master of the Wanxiang Group is your good fortune. If you insist on turning the tables, don't blame us for being impolite."
"Is this how your CEO Yang asks for help?" Xu Zhendong sneered, glancing at the six men, and said, "Then let's see how impolite you are! Get out of the way!"
With that, he quickly reached out and grabbed the wrist of the man blocking his way, his body going numb. Xu Zhendong pushed him hard, and the man fell to the ground.
The action seemed to be done in one smooth motion, and the other bodyguards didn't even have time to react before Xu Zhendong strode forward.
"Stop right there!"
The other bodyguards panicked. They absolutely couldn't let Xu Zhendong get away, otherwise they wouldn't be able to explain to CEO Yang. They quickly reached out to grab him.
These bodyguards were all veterans or skilled martial artists, their abilities extraordinary. An ordinary person would have been easily slaughtered by them, but Xu Zhendong had cultivated the *Shaking Heaven Scripture*, making him vastly different now.
"Hmph! Get out of my way!"
With a cold snort, he moved instantly, skillfully dodging the bodyguards' attacks. Several silver needles appeared in his hand, and with nimble movements, he circled the six bodyguards. The six bodyguards immediately froze, as if struck by pressure points.
"You… what did you do to us?"
The bodyguards were shocked, their bodies completely paralyzed, unable to move, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Xu Zhendong.
"I, Xu Zhendong, am not someone to be trifled with. Since you want to play, I'll play with you!"
With that, Xu Zhendong raised his foot and kicked, sending one of them flying five meters away, screaming in agony, unable to move, enduring the excruciating pain.
"You should also be punished. When you ask for help, you should have the proper attitude!"
*Bang!
Bang!
Bang!*
Bang!
Bang!
All six bodyguards were punched and kicked away, falling heavily to the ground in agony.
At that moment, Yang Wanxiang and his wife finally arrived.
The couple saw their bodyguards lying motionless on the ground, their faces contorted in pain, some even bearing bruises.
"Useless! Useless! A bunch of useless trash! You can't even catch an ordinary person!" Mrs. Yang angrily berated the bodyguards, her words filled with disdain.
But unexpectedly, Yang Wanxiang remained calm, observing the scene with an apologetic expression. He said seriously,
"What are you doing? I told you to come and fetch someone. How could you use violence?"
He himself actually wanted to ask Xu Zhendong to return, but these bodyguards were too rough. Now, only this young man could save his son, and he dared not offend him.
Xu Zhendong, hearing his words and Mrs. Yang's continued hostility, was still very displeased. Mrs. Yang's attitude remained terrible.
"Mr. Yang, what are you saying? I was ignorant and arrogant. Traditional Chinese medicine is all fraudulent. I wouldn't dare delay your son's treatment. After all, your Dean Hua has already arrived, so it seems there's no use for me."
As he spoke, Xu Zhendong glanced at Mrs. Yang and said indifferently, "Besides, even if I tried to help, I would only be scolded. It's entirely my own fault. I'd rather withdraw as soon as possible to avoid someone wanting me dead."
Upon hearing this, Yang Wanxiang inwardly cursed, and at the same time, he gave his wife a cold look before hurriedly explaining, "Traditional Chinese medicine is a unique skill passed down in our country for thousands of years. How could it be useless? Dean Hua couldn't cure the illness, but you, young man, stabilized it. You are a miracle doctor. My bodyguards were blind to your greatness just now. I apologize again on behalf of my wife. Please, young man, save my son!"
After speaking, he bowed deeply to Xu Zhendong at a ninety-degree angle.
Yang Wanxiang, a renowned and wealthy entrepreneur in Yingtian City with numerous businesses and a net worth of billions, was bowing to a young man.
Madam Yang snorted coldly, looking at Xu Zhendong with disdain. She opened her bag, took out a wad of banknotes, and said dismissively, "You just want money, huh? Name your price. How much will it take to treat my son?"
Xu Zhendong, initially impressed by Mr. Yang's words and feeling a strong sense of urgency regarding his son's condition, was about to return to help. However, upon hearing Madam Yang's words, Xu Zhendong's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly erupted.
"Mr. Yang, your bodyguards are no match for me, and I've already dealt with them. So, what I want to say is that it's not the bodyguards who offended me, but her, Madam Yang!"
Several onlookers had gathered and overheard their conversation. They were astonished by Xu Zhendong's words.
"What do you mean? Xu Zhendong, who are my husband and I? We are the presidents of Wanxiang Group! We've already lowered ourselves to beg you, what more do you want?" Madam Yang remained arrogant, her nostrils flaring.
"As long as we're in Yingtian City, there's never a problem we can't solve. It's your good fortune that we're begging you. Do you know how many people want to see us every day but can't? Now the opportunity is in front of you, don't be ungrateful!" Upon
hearing this, the onlookers nodded in agreement. They had stopped to watch because they saw the president and wife of Wanxiang Group, and some had even come from the hotel.
"Is that so? Since so many people are begging to see you, why don't you go beg them to treat your son? I'm just a charlatan traditional Chinese medicine practitioner; I can't cure your precious son's health. If I cause any harm, I can't bear the responsibility. My worthless life can't afford to pay for it. Goodbye!"
With that, Xu Zhendong turned and left, completely ignoring the stunned expressions of the couple and the bewildered crowd.
"Is this young man out of his mind? These are the Wanxiang Group couple. If he had even a connection with them, he could enjoy endless wealth and luxury in Yingtian City. And he actually refused!"
"Young people are so impulsive. He's willing to miss an opportunity for a moment of pleasure. What a pity!"
"It's fine for a young man to have personality, but to lose an opportunity like this is a lifelong regret."
"This young man dared to refuse Yang Wanxiang. Does he not plan to stay in Yingtian City?"
The crowd felt sorry for Xu Zhendong, shaking their heads as they watched him leave.
"Stop! You stop right there! You can't go!"
Seeing Xu Zhendong leave so resolutely, Madam Yang's expression turned serious. She quickly chased after him, screaming loudly.
"You just think I'm offering too little? Our Wanxiang Group isn't short of money. How much do you want? Just tell me, and I'll transfer it to you immediately, as long as you treat my son's illness. I'll give you whatever you need."
In her mind, there was nothing money couldn't solve. So many things in the past had been resolved with money, so she naturally assumed this matter could be solved with the same.
Xu Zhendong suddenly stopped, his eyes icy as he stared at Madam Yang, coldly saying, "I want 100 billion. If you can give me 100 billion, I'll go back and cure your son immediately. Don't think you're so great just because you have money. Give me 100 billion if you dare! Do you have it?"
Since you're so rich, then give me 100 billion and see if you can come up with it.
"You...you...you Xu Zhendong, don't push your luck! I..." Madam Yang was instantly enraged. Wanxiang Group's market value was at most 10 billion, yet Xu Zhendong demanded 100 billion before he would save her son.
"Shut up!" Yang Wanxiang suddenly shouted, giving his wife a cold look. He said irritably, "Isn't this all your fault? Doctor Xu was just treating our son, and you pushed him away, stopping him. Aren't you trying to kill our son? Do you want Qiankun dead to feel better?"
"Ah...no, no, Wanxiang, save our son! I can't live without Qiankun!" Madam Yang's voice finally trembled as she grabbed her husband's arm, her cries growing louder.
Seeing this, the onlookers felt sorry for her. The bodyguards, who could still move, followed timidly behind, suddenly feeling sorry for the woman.
But considering her previous actions, there's always a reason for her pitiful state. If it weren't for her, things wouldn't be like this now; she couldn't blame anyone else.
Yang Wanxiang stared intently at Xu Zhendong, his expression extremely grave. He looked at him for a while, as if making a difficult decision.
But Xu Zhendong didn't want to face this disgusting woman any longer and turned to leave.
Suddenly, a large hand grabbed his hand, and with
a thud,
Yang Wanxiang knelt down!
Everyone present was stunned. This was the president of Wanxiang Group, a company with a market value of billions or even tens of billions, and he was kneeling down to a young man.
"Dr. Xu, I know my wife was wrong before. She doesn't understand traditional Chinese medicine, which is why she was biased in her views. Dr. Xu, you could have saved my son's life, but my wife stopped her. I feel deeply ashamed of her actions. You have shown kindness to my son, but my wife has repaid kindness with enmity. It was her fault. I kneel down and apologize to you."
"I, Yang Wanxiang, only have one son. I can't let him die so young. I can't let my parents outlive him. When I get old, I won't have anyone to see me off. I beg you, Dr. Xu, please forgive me and save my son!"
At this point, Yang Wanxiang looked at his wife and said angrily, "Why don't you kneel down and apologize to Dr. Xu?"
Dean Hua also arrived at this time and was stunned to see Yang Wanxiang kneeling down. Even though he was the dean of Yingtian City, he still respected a billionaire like Yang Wanxiang.
Unexpectedly, this wealthy man knelt down before a young man on the roadside to pay for his son's medical treatment, leaving everyone utterly shocked. He quickly approached but dared not speak.
Not only was Dean Hua shocked, but Madam Yang was also stunned. Her husband, always a high-ranking figure, had never knelt before anyone before. This action was already shocking.
Not only that, but he was also ordering her to kneel. Her mind
couldn't process it; she was speechless. "Kneel down and apologize to Doctor Xu!" Yang Wanxiang said sternly, his words filled with anger. He only had one son; he absolutely couldn't let him die like this.
Snapping out of her shock, Madam Yang's cold gaze softened instantly. She knelt down with a thud, hugged Xu Zhendong's leg, and cried,
"Doctor Xu, please save my son! He's my only son! Please save him! It was my fault before; I apologize!"
Xu Zhendong was also shocked by their actions. (Due to space limitations, follow the WeChat public account [狼行文学] and reply with the number 35 to continue reading the exciting story!) Unexpectedly, these two high-ranking figures knelt down so readily, and they greatly admired Yang Wanxiang's courage. Despite his regal bearing, he knew when to yield and when to humble himself.
Ignoring the shock and whispers of passersby, their son's life was paramount at this moment.
Xu Zhendong was certainly furious, but the two kneeling had dissipated much of his anger, partly due to his own compassionate heart as a healer.
"Mrs. Yang, you should be grateful you have such a good husband!"
Xu Zhendong said, quickening his pace as he returned to the hotel.
The Yang couple quickly rose, hurried after him, and repeatedly expressed their gratitude. Mrs. Yang remained silent, while Yang Wanxiang bowed slightly, adopting a pleading posture.
Dean Hua walked beside Xu Zhendong and said, "You must be Dr. Xu, right? You are truly a master of traditional Chinese medicine. You can even use your internal energy to perform acupuncture. I wonder if you can reach the level of 'controlling qi to circulate needles'?"
Although Dean Hua was not a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, he had some knowledge of it and knew that controlling qi to circulate needles was a very important watershed in traditional Chinese medicine. It also represented reaching the level of a master practitioner and was a power that could not be ignored.
Xu Zhendong was pleased to see Dean Hua, as he wanted to apply for a job at Yingtian Hospital. He hurried along, saying, "Dean Hua, you flatter me. You can just call me Xu Zhendong. I haven't reached the master level of Qi manipulation and needle application yet; I've only learned a small part of the profoundness of traditional Chinese medicine." "
Oh! So how do you plan to treat Young Master Yang's illness? Even the renowned Tang Lao, known as a national medical master, might not be able to handle it. Are you really confident?" Dean Hua said, glancing at Mr. and Mrs. Yang Wanxiang behind him. "You should know Young Master Yang's identity. If it's not feasible, don't rush to show off."
Although Xu Zhendong said this, Dean Hua didn't underestimate him. After all, at such a young age, he had the courage to treat such a difficult case and stabilize Young Master Yang's condition at a critical moment, demonstrating remarkable talent. With a little training, he would surely have a bright future.

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