Extreme Almightiest Young Master Chapter 99

The situation had reached a point where Lin Feng truly felt that the atmosphere was off. The usually cheerful Ding Yi was acting so out of character today, merely drinking in silence. No wonder Lin Feng had sensed something was wrong when Ding Yi called him.

"Has the ’Old Soldier’ fallen ill, and severely at that?" Lin Feng suddenly asked. There weren’t many things that could reduce Ding Yi to such a state. Besides, with one of the three old men missing, it was only natural for Lin Feng to think in that direction.

"How did you know Old Soldier is sick?"

"How did you find out about his illness?"

As soon as they heard Lin Feng’s abrupt question, both Ding Yi and Qian Rong were stunned. Only the two brothers knew about Leng Hui’s illness, and at the moment they were worried about it. They simply wanted Lin Feng to visit, but they never expected Lin Feng to speak such words. How could they not be surprised?

"How do you know about Old Soldier’s injury? You should know that only the two of us are aware of it, even his family doesn’t know," Qian Rong asked Lin Feng excitedly, grasping his wrist. Seeing Lin Feng after only one meeting and knowing about Leng Hui’s illness, could it be that he had a way to save Leng Hui?

Ding Yi also wanted to ask how Lin Feng knew, but Qian Rong beat him to it, so he could only stare at Lin Feng, hoping for a quick answer.

"I knew it since our last game of chess. That thing inside his body is a ticking time bomb. I warned him." Lin Feng let Qian Rong grip his arm.

So it was true! The two old men exchanged a glance, remembering the words Lin Feng had said when they had last parted on bad terms. He had mentioned something about an object in Leng Hui’s right chest. They were puzzled back then about how Lin Feng had known, but now that Leng Hui was truly ill, their frantic concern had prevented them from recalling that past conversation.

But to accurately diagnose Leng Hui’s condition after merely one meeting was unbelievable—either it was a lucky guess or Lin Feng indeed possessed extraordinary medical skills. To have such abilities at his young age was defying nature; even famed old doctors didn’t have such a capacity. How could anyone accept such a fact?

"Lin Feng, how did you figure out Old Soldier’s injury?" There hadn’t been time to ask Lin Feng on the previous occasion, but this time they needed a clear answer. If Lin Feng had indeed received true transmission of that person’s medical skills, then there was hope for their Boss. With this thought, Ding Yi stared fixedly at Lin Feng, wanting to hear his explanation with absolute clarity.

"Exactly, how did you see Old Soldier’s injury? You know, at the start, those self-proclaimed Immortals didn’t notice it without examinations. How did you?" Prompted by Ding Yi, Qian Rong also snapped to the realization. When Old Soldier fell ill, it took the Leader’s Medical Care Group—a group of Immortals—a thorough examination to discover the cause of the illness. How could Lin Feng just know by looking, unless he was an Immortal himself? But Lin Feng had pinpointed Leng Hui’s injury accurately, which left things unexplainable. Could it be that Lin Feng was even more skilled than those Immortals?

Qian Rong’s hand involuntarily tightened, his nervousness about Old Soldier’s illness growing. If there was a chance to save Old Soldier, any method would do!

"During our chess game, I noticed his breathing was off, which indicated an internal chest condition. Then, observing his complexion was somewhat grey, suggested a deficiency of qi and blood, likely around the arterial blood vessels. Additionally, his abnormal hand tremors during the game, caused by instability due to the condition, confirmed his issue was with the right chest. Lastly, knowing he was a soldier with battlefield experience, I could all but confirm it was caused by a small piece of shrapnel," Lin Feng explained in detail Old Soldier’s condition, which he had discerned last time and was now simply recounting.

What...

The two old men looked at each other, then back at Lin Feng, and were completely dumbfounded. Lin Feng’s diagnosis was entirely correct—Leng Hui’s injury was indeed caused by a small piece of shrapnel. Originally they couldn’t remove it because it was too close to the heart and was too small. But the question remained: how could Lin Feng have identified Leng Hui’s injury with just a glance? It was hard for anyone to believe. If they leaked this information, those veterans at the top would surely panic. With such a skilled doctor like Lin Feng, the Immortals of the Leader’s Medical Care Group should pack up and leave—Lin Feng was the truly deserving Immortal.

Could it be that Lin Feng had learned all the skills of that person? Staring at Lin Feng, Ding Yi’s mind was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of thoughts, reminiscing about the past. Back then, Ding Yi had been on the brink of death, barely alive, and that person had revived him. Calling that person an Immortal wasn’t an exaggeration, for miracles seemed to happen in his hands. Ding Yi couldn’t help feeling that Lin Feng was like that person. If Lin Feng had learned all the skills of that individual at such a young age, then...

My goodness! What a blessing for me, Ding Yi, to have such a grandson-in-law. It was beyond imagination to think what Lin Feng’s future might hold. However, one thing was certain, as long as the Ding Family truly clung to Lin Feng’s coattails, they would surely become an extraordinarily Prominent Family.

That’s right, he would have to urge Wan’er to speed things up when he got back. If they were too slow on the uptake, someone else might cook their rice before they did—and he would be at a tremendous loss...

What defines a miraculous physician? This is it! Compared to Ding Yi, Qian Rong wasn’t much better off and was equally shocked by Lin Feng. Over the past many years, no doctor had discovered Leng Hui’s condition. If it weren’t for Leng Hui’s sudden flare-up, no one would have known about his hidden injury. Lin Feng had simply looked and understood Leng Hui’s issue; his medical skill seems so profound that it’s beyond description. Even the divine doctors of the Leader’s Medical Care Group are nowhere near his level. Who could he have possibly learned from?

The problem is that all the renowned physicians in the nation have been gathered by the central government, and none has been reported to be as formidable. Who could his teacher be?

Thinking it over, Qian Rong felt as if his brain wasn’t enough to fathom it. Having such a physician meant everything; it was the rise of a great family, the ascendancy of a Prominent Family—and none could happen without such a person. With this realization, Qian Rong’s gaze upon Lin Feng’s eyes grew even more intense.

"Lin Feng, is there a way to treat Old Soldier’s illness?" As soon as Ding Yi regained his composure, he anxiously asked Lin Feng. Right now, saving Leng Hui was the most important thing; nothing else mattered.

"Right, as long as you can save Old Soldier, I, Qian Rong, will back you up from now on," Qian Rong, upon hearing Ding Yi’s voice, snapped back to reality. His heart was incessantly praying, hoping for a solution. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, afraid Lin Feng would say there was no way out. He really couldn’t trust those so-called famous doctors from the health group, and without realizing it, his grip on Lin Feng’s hand grew stronger.

"Given his current flare-up, it’s probably because the shrapnel has been corroded by blood over the years, and some derivatives accumulated on it are compressing the nerve. If we use traditional Chinese minimally invasive object extraction, combined with acupuncture, I think it should be doable," Lin Feng quickly laid out the solution, knowing the two elders were anxious about Leng Hui’s condition.

"What? Traditional Chinese medicine includes surgery?" Ding Yi’s eyes nearly bulged out when he heard Lin Feng’s words. Although he wasn’t versed in medicine, he knew the term minimally invasive was associated with surgery, and had never heard of surgery in traditional Chinese medicine. Wasn’t it all about herbal medicine, acupuncture, massaging, and so forth?

"Old Scholar, what do you mean by that?" Qian Rong didn’t catch the meaning of Lin Feng’s words and looked at Ding Yi with some confusion. He had also never heard about surgery in traditional Chinese medicine. Was this real or some kind of joke?

"The minimally invasive extraction Lin Feng just mentioned—is that a surgery?" Ding Yi explained to Qian Rong, his heart even more astounded. He had read books for several decades, and although he was unfamiliar with medicine, this minimally invasive extraction clearly sounded like surgery. When had traditional Chinese medicine started performing surgery?

"Since when does traditional Chinese medicine have surgery?" Qian Rong voiced his disbelief. As an almost senile man who had seen many doctors, he had never heard such a claim of surgery in traditional Chinese medicine. What sort of nonsense was this?

"Actually, it has existed for a long time, and it has always been there. For instance, Bian Que was the pioneer of surgery in traditional Chinese medicine. It’s just that it has been seldom applied, and few know how to do it, so gradually it has been forgotten," Lin Feng patiently explained to the two elders.

At this point, the two elders could truly affirm that Lin Feng was indeed a miraculous physician, a real Immortal in medical terms!

Lin Feng was so young that it was hard for people to accept him. The image of a miraculous physician has always been that of an incredibly experienced old man, but Lin Feng’s appearance completely overturned the two elders’ traditional impression of traditional Chinese medicine. The ability to analyze a condition to such detail, to identify a patient’s problems at first glance—these were things no one else could do, and Lin Feng could. Merely for this reason, they had to acknowledge him as a miraculous physician.

The more they thought about this, the more hopeful the two elders became for Leng Hui’s recovery. Both were nervously watching Lin Feng, fearing he might leave.

"Qian Rong, could you let go of your grip? You’ve been holding on since you came in." Lin Feng knew that Qian Rong was concerned about Leng Hui’s condition and was holding onto him unconsciously. Although he couldn’t be hurt, it still felt somewhat uncomfortable to be held by an elder for so long.

"Ah, I’m sorry, I forgot," Qian Rong said feeling somewhat embarrassed. If it weren’t for his concern for Boss Leng Hui’s illness, he would never have held Lin Feng’s hand for so long!

Wait, held Lin Feng’s hand for so long?

Realizing something, Qian Rong suddenly came to his senses. He knew how strong his grip was; he had been even more forceful in his agitation earlier. How could it be that Lin Feng was completely unaffected? He quickly grabbed Lin Feng’s wrist, which he had been holding until just now. There was only a faint mark, but nothing else whatsoever.