Chapter 66: Beyond the Bonds of Wealth and Power...

If Lu Feng were to charge for treating Old Master Zhou, the consultation fee would be at most a hundred or two hundred thousand. But if calculated in terms of personal favor, Old Master Zhou is the pillar of the Zhou family, and that favor is immeasurable.

So when Lu Feng said he wouldn’t accept a fee, Zhou Fuqu chuckled, “You really know how to calculate.”

“What’s wrong with that? Even if it’s considered a transaction, you’re the ones gaining,” Lu Feng replied.

“Yes, yes, let’s say our Zhou family is the one profiting. The day before yesterday, my grandfather’s condition relapsed, so now I’ll take you to the hotel to freshen up before you see him. Is there anything you need me to prepare for you?” Zhou Fuqu asked.

“His condition relapsed? That’s impossible. That day, all the foul air was expelled from his body; there shouldn’t have been a relapse,” Lu Feng said, frowning with confusion.

Zhou Fuqu didn’t have time to discuss her grandfather’s illness with Lu Feng here. She instructed the driver, “Talk as we go. Head to the Imperial Hotel. Call Secretary Chen and have him prepare a change of clothes.”

She then turned to Lu Feng and asked, “Is there anything else you need prepared?”

“Just a set of acupuncture tools will suffice,” Lu Feng replied. “You said your grandfather’s condition relapsed—tell me exactly what happened?”

“After you treated him, his condition was much improved that night; he could sit up and talk. But by the next evening, he was bedridden again. At first, he could still speak lucidly, but by the middle of the night, he began rambling incoherently…” Zhou Fuqu explained her grandfather’s situation in detail.

“Did you consult other doctors?” Lu Feng asked.

“We did. They couldn’t find anything and said it was similar to his previous episode. They recommended a brain scan, but we already did that last time. My father didn’t want to torment my grandfather further, so he wants you to take a look first,” Zhou Fuqu said.

In fact, it was precisely because Old Master Zhou’s condition had suddenly relapsed that Lu Feng was released so easily from the police station; otherwise, he might have been held for several more days.

The harsh balance of reality may tilt toward greed, money, and power, but there is one thing beyond all three: life itself.

Without life, all the money and power in the world are meaningless.

Lu Feng possessed the ability to heal the sick and save lives, and right now, only he could save the Zhou family’s elder. That is why he could so easily walk out of the web woven by money and power.

Just as the Audi 7 drove away from the police station, Ye Wuhua happened to come out as well. Seeing Lu Feng sitting in the car, he strode over angrily, grabbing the window and shouting, “Don’t get cocky just yet! This isn’t over!”

Lu Feng glanced at him. “You’re right, it’s not over. I didn’t want to waste my time on people like you, but now I’ve changed my mind. Unless I deal with you thoroughly, you’ll waste even more of my time.”

“Hmph! Just you wait!” Ye Wuhua spat through gritted teeth.

…

As the car drove away, Zhou Fuqu casually asked, “How did you get entangled with someone like him?”

“I have no idea. Somehow, he just took a dislike to me out of nowhere,” Lu Feng shrugged.

Before the Zhou family decided to help Lu Feng, they had already investigated him, so Zhou Fuqu was aware of the recent incidents in his life—including how he’d been smeared with edited footage by Ye Wuhua, and his conflict with the Lianhong Society. They knew it all.

None of this was a secret; anyone involved in the underworld could find out.

The first aid video incident, in particular, had spread like wildfire online. Now, the clip of Ye Wuhua performing chest compressions on the little girl was turned into an animated image by medical students and used as their signature, with subtitles reminding themselves to study medicine properly.

In short, Ye Wuhua could no longer stay at Medical University. He was notorious now. Even his teachers felt ashamed, especially the teaching assistant who had taught him CPR—he could hardly show his face.

Kanglong Pharmaceuticals also suffered from the scandal, which is why Ye Xinglong angrily sought out Big Mouth Xiao, hoping to kill Lu Feng to vent his rage.

“I’ve already seen your rescue video. I may not be trained in medicine, but I can read people. Just by watching how focused you were, it’s clear you took it seriously,” Zhou Fuqu offered a subtle compliment.

“Saving lives requires more than just seriousness,” Lu Feng replied.

“An expert sees the essence, an amateur sees the spectacle. I’m an amateur, so that’s all I can see. But I am curious—where did you learn your medical skills? It seems no one knows about your background,” Zhou Fuqu voiced the question in her heart, one that puzzled the entire Zhou family.

In fact, there were people who knew about Lu Feng’s background—Su Daoan, for instance, knew quite well, and the Su sisters had a general idea. But it was nearly impossible for outsiders to get anything from these three, so the information never spread.

“The old man said that before I master my craft, I shouldn’t mention his name, lest I embarrass him,” Lu Feng replied.

“Your skills aren’t considered mastered yet?” Zhou Fuqu wondered. As far as she could see, none of the other doctors could cure her grandfather, but Lu Feng could. That, at least, was proof of his expertise.

“The old man says not yet,” Lu Feng answered.

Zhou Fuqu suspected this was just an excuse not to reveal his mentor’s identity, so she didn’t pursue it further.

Soon, they arrived at the Imperial Hotel. Zhou Fuqu accompanied Lu Feng upstairs. After he freshened up and changed clothes, they hurried off to the Zhou residence to see Old Master Zhou.

While in the car, Lu Feng called Su Daoan, letting him know he’d left the police station and was now on his way to the Zhou family for a house call, so there was no need to worry.

By the time they reached Yuangjing Mountain, it was already afternoon.

Madam Zhou was anxiously waiting at the door. As soon as Lu Feng arrived, she led him straight to Old Master Zhou’s bedroom.

The old man lay on the bed, wheezing, struggling to breathe, each breath laced with pain.

Seeing this, Lu Feng hurried over and took his pulse. After a few seconds, he let go, took a golden acupuncture needle from the Zhou family’s prepared kit, and inserted it into a point just below the old man’s neck.

At once, the wheezing subsided, and the painful sounds ceased.

Word quickly spread that the doctor had arrived, and the entire Zhou family crowded into the room.

There were many members in the Zhou family. Standing at the front was Zhou Fuqu’s father, Zhou Zhengqian—the eldest son of Old Master Zhou—who appeared to be around fifty, with the commanding presence of someone long in authority. He was instantly recognizable in the crowd.

With Zhou Zhengqian present, it was difficult for anyone else to speak.

After Lu Feng eased the old man’s symptoms with acupuncture, Zhou Zhengqian finally asked, “How is he?”

Lu Feng glanced around at the packed room—at least seventeen or eighteen people—and quickly waved them away. “Everyone out. Just one person should stay.”

“You haven’t even told us what’s going on, and you want us all to leave? Who knows what you’re up to?” Zhou Luyang, who had lost face to Lu Feng last time, spoke with hostility.

Although Zhou Zhengqian was the eldest son, he hadn’t produced a grandson. Zhou Luyang, the eldest grandson, was the son of the second son. Spoiled since childhood, Zhou Luyang often acted out, and the elders mostly turned a blind eye.