Chapter Thirteen: Taking Matters into His Own Hands

Anyone could see that today’s events had truly driven Fan Yongfeng to the brink. Perhaps never before had anyone forced such a prominent figure into this kind of predicament.

Standing to the side, Shi Yurou could only glimpse Yan Yuanqing’s profile, yet it seemed as if a faint light flickered in her eyes. Every woman, after all, hopes her husband might become a hero standing tall and proud—a man riding a white horse to shield her from harm. And now, Shi Yurou felt as if she could already see the dawn of such a future.

“Goodness, to push Fan Yongfeng this far—Yan Yuanqing must have remarkable courage!”

“What else can he do? The fate of Fan’s cherished daughter lies in that son-in-law’s hands, unless Master Fan no longer cares for his own child’s life!”

“After today, this son-in-law’s name will surely spread throughout Cangzhou, but this time, it won’t be as a mere dependent!”

The crowd murmured in awe, none having anticipated such twists and turns. Many secrets were revealed, along with astonishing developments.

Facing the grand gift of thirty million, Yan Yuanqing merely let out a cold laugh. “Today I simply wish to remind you, Master Fan: money is not all-powerful. No matter the circumstances, never judge solely by appearances—always trust your own discernment.”

“Since that’s so, I will personally treat your daughter’s illness.” Fan Yongfeng, though frustrated at being so publicly admonished by a younger man, felt a surge of delight at these words. He quickly thanked Yan Yuanqing and ordered everyone out of the boudoir, leaving only himself and Yuan Hongyu behind.

Watching the once-imposing Fan Yongfeng humbled before Yan Yuanqing, all those present felt a twinge of embarrassment. Though they longed to witness how this renowned healer would cure the young lady, they could only withdraw reluctantly.

Out in the courtyard, they began to whisper among themselves.

Inside, as Yan Yuanqing prepared to treat the patient, Fan Yongfeng felt a wave of relief. Fortunately, he hadn’t humiliated Yan Yuanqing too severely at the outset; had he truly angered him, his daughter’s fate might have been left to the whims of heaven.

“Master Yan, as you treat my daughter, whatever you require—any assistance or arrangements—please say the word.” With that, Fan Yongfeng stepped aside, yielding the space entirely to Yan Yuanqing, as if Yan Yuanqing were now the master of the house and he himself but a servant. Yet, when faced with his daughter’s life, Fan Yongfeng could no longer care about appearances. Watching his daughter’s health deteriorate with each passing day, Fan Yongfeng’s hair was nearly turning white with worry. If Yan Yuanqing could truly cure her, what did a few extra hands matter?

Yan Yuanqing studied Fan Qing’er before him. Though her illness had advanced to its final stage, her body covered with clusters of black plum-like spots, making her appearance unsettling, and her lips devoid of color, face deathly pale—none of it could conceal the fact that Fan Qing’er was a beauty. Even now, she could not be called ugly.

For this late-stage rigid blood syndrome, the previous methods were useless. Only a greater medical skill could reclaim Fan Qing’er’s life from the grasp of death.

Yuan Hongyu and Fan Yongfeng stood at a respectful distance yet kept their eyes fixed on Yan Yuanqing, especially his hands. Every move he made held their full attention.

“Master Yuan, do you know what Miracle Healer Yan intends to do?” Even Fan Yongfeng’s address for Yan Yuanqing had changed.