Chapter 19: A Timely Rescue

“President Zheng, is this the so-called miracle doctor you keep talking about? He looks more like some street thug to me.”

Wei Xiaorong, unable to out-argue Zhang Shen, quickly turned to Zheng Tiande for help.

Having personally witnessed the events at Hu Sihai’s home earlier, Zheng Tiande found it difficult to judge Zhang Shen’s words. His expression was troubled, and he cast a somewhat pleading glance at Zhang Shen.

At that moment, Wei Xiaorong clutched her chest in distress. To an outsider, it would seem as if she’d just been accosted by some lecher.

“Director Wei, I suggest you try to keep your temper in check. When a woman reaches a certain age, anger only accelerates aging—it’s practically a catalyst.”

“Nonsense!”

“If you don’t believe me, let me ask you, Director Wei, have you recently—”

Before Zhang Shen could finish his question, to his surprise, Director Wei was already clutching her chest and crying out, “It hurts! It hurts! Help me!”

A dark flush quickly spread across her face, and she collapsed onto the floor.

“Xiaorong! Xiaorong, don’t scare me like this!”

Zheng Tiande, now too alarmed to care about propriety between men and women, scooped Wei Xiaorong into his arms and shook her fervently.

As her complexion began to turn blue, Zheng Tiande quickly placed his finger under her nose.

“It seems she’s stopped breathing! What am I supposed to do?”

He already had one patient at home who wouldn’t wake up. And though he knew Wei Xiaorong well, she was still a government official—if she were to die in his house under mysterious circumstances, there would be no explaining it.

Despite years of navigating the cutthroat world of business, Zheng Tiande found himself in a rare state of panic.

“President Zheng, don’t panic! We’re still here, aren’t we?”

It was Zhang Shen who spoke, catching Zheng Tiande’s attention.

Zheng Tiande immediately asked, “Miracle doctor, is there a way to save her?”

“There is, but President Zheng, I must ask you to stop shaking her—I’m afraid you’ll shake her to death before I can help.”

Hearing this, Zheng Tiande realized that he’d been a bit too rough.

“This woman isn’t sick in the way you think—she’s suffering from lovesickness.”

“What? Lovesickness?”

“I mentioned earlier that there was an ill omen in her chest. It’s because her longing has become too great. Prolonged unrequited feelings have made her avoid confronting the truth, and over time, it’s become an illness, leaving a shadow on her heart.”

At these words, Zheng Tiande seemed to realize something, and a flicker of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Thinking back, ever since their last meeting—especially after Wei Xiaorong learned that his wife had died in childbirth because of Zheng Ke—Wei Xiaorong had often come to visit his home. Though Zheng Tiande’s conscience was clear, a single woman visiting a widower’s house was bound to stir gossip, and Zheng Ke was always cold toward Wei Xiaorong. Because of this, Zheng Tiande had begun to distance himself from her.

But he truly had no such intentions toward her.

“President Zheng, are we going to save her or not?” Zhang Shen asked, seeing Zheng Tiande lost in thought.

Jolted back to reality, Zheng Tiande nodded vigorously.

“Alright, I’ll begin the acupuncture now.”

Zhang Shen drew three silver needles, closed his eyes, and began to mutter incantations under his breath.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, rubbed two needles together, and then, with lightning speed, inserted all three.

One needle pierced the darkened center of Wei Xiaorong’s forehead, while the other two lodged in her temples.

After about ten seconds, Zhang Shen gently withdrew the needles, and a bead of black blood welled up from the philtrum beneath her nose.

“She’s bleeding! What’s happening?” Zheng Tiande exclaimed in alarm.

“Don’t worry. I’m releasing the resentment from her body. When you see the blood, you’ll know the job is done.”

“That sounds awfully mystical,” Zheng Tiande muttered in disbelief.

“Of course. What else would you expect?”

Shortly afterward, when the blood at Jiang Muyun’s philtrum had turned from black to red, Zhang Shen removed all three needles with practiced hands and carefully put them away.

“Three, two, one—open your eyes!”

As he spoke, Wei Xiaorong, who had been deathly pale moments before, slowly opened her eyes.

“What happened to me?” she asked weakly, her earlier bravado completely gone.

“You’ve woken up. You just fainted, and the miracle doctor saved you.”

“He… saved me?” Wei Xiaorong was skeptical. In her mind, there was no way she’d allow herself to be a test subject for someone without a medical license.

“What’s this?” Wei Xiaorong touched her philtrum.

“Blood? Why is there blood? What did he do to me?”

“It’s nothing—the miracle doctor used acupuncture. You’re fine now,” Zheng Tiande said soothingly.

Seeing Wei Xiaorong’s agitation, Zhang Shen approached her.

“Director Wei, I’ve cleared the resentment from your body. In the future, try not to pine away in silence. Why keep your feelings hidden?”

Wei Xiaorong wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor. After all these years, the feelings she had kept so well hidden were now laid bare by this young man.

Sensing her embarrassment, Zheng Tiande said gently, “Xiaorong, I’ve known how you feel for a long time, but I still have Ke’er. I can’t involve you in this.”

“That’s right, Ke’er! How is she doing now?” Wei Xiaorong cared more for Zheng Ke than herself.

Zheng Tiande hurried to help Wei Xiaorong to her feet and led her to Zheng Ke’s bedside.

Zhang Shen, seeing Zheng Ke still lying in bed, immediately instructed Jiang Muyun to prepare the medicine, while he took Zheng Ke’s pulse himself.

Jiang Muyun wanted to stay and observe Zheng Ke’s condition but realized that Zhang Shen was deliberately sending her away. Still, for Zheng Ke’s sake, she did not protest.

Once Jiang Muyun had left to prepare the decoction, Zhang Shen took out his silver needles.

“The illness afflicting your daughter is known in medical circles as lymphoma—a malignant tumor of the lymphatic system. The main symptoms are swollen lymph nodes, accompanied by fever, weight loss, abdominal pain, diarrhea, and night sweats. In Western medicine, the standard treatment is primarily chemotherapy, sometimes supplemented by radiotherapy and cellular immunotherapy. However…”

As always, Zhang Shen paused at the most crucial moment.

“However what, miracle doctor?” Zheng Tiande asked anxiously.