Peerless Little Immortal Doctor

"Boss Huang, rest assured, my master has explained everything to me and asked me and other promoted doctors to discuss it first; we will come up with the best treatment method shortly,"

Sun Ce said confidently.

"Shijie, honestly, we should stop all the fuss and let father have a peaceful farewell,"

the speaker was Huang Shijie's brother, Huang Shitao, who looked at the villa with a face full of sighs.

Their father, the patriarch of the Huang Family, Huang Zhongcai, lay inside.

"Shitao! What are you saying? Don't you want our father's illness to be cured?" Huang Shijie glared at his brother.

He had never liked his brother from the start, lazy and gluttonous was one thing.

But to say such disheartening words at a time like this.

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"Big brother, face the reality! How many people have already died? Do you still want to risk more lives? If in the end, it's all for nothing, and people die, how will we explain ourselves to father when we meet him again?"

Huang Shitao's emotions were equally stirred.

"Shitao, until the very end, I don't want to hear any more of your cold words!" Huang Shijie could not refute and only gave a final warning.

Huang Shitao gave a bitter smile and did not continue the conversation.

Standing in front of the villa, everyone harbored different thoughts.

Only the figure who always stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window was unwavering in resolve.

Having left home for a few years, Huang Xue returned only to hear about her grandfather's strange illness, and she couldn't help but recall how doted on and protected she was by her grandfather before leaving home.

Seeing her grandfather lying on the low bed, Huang Xue's tears silently fell.

After watching for a while, she hurried to where the doctors were discussing, anxiously waiting.

"Yuehua, you came here first, have you seen Qingbo and Pan Long?" Huang Shijie looked around and, not seeing Pan Long and Zhang Qingbo, immediately asked his wife.

These two young men came from influential families; they were talents Huang Shijie had always wanted to recruit for his daughter.

In the past, when his daughter had suffered from a strange illness and had run away from home, Huang Shijie had the desire but lacked the ability to do anything.

Now that his daughter had returned and their family was in trouble, even if she was still ill, it was imperative to secure a strong backing.

"They told me they were going out to meet someone. Qingbo said he had invited a renowned foreign doctor, and Pan Long has brought a traditional Chinese pharmacist who lives reclusively in the mountains," Yang Yuehua shared the information she knew.

Just then, Pan Long and Zhang Qingbo arrived, as if on cue.

Following Zhang Qingbo was a pale-skinned, bald foreign man.

The most striking feature of this man was his lack of hair, paired with his white suit; at first glance, he gave a rather jarring impression.

There was also someone following Pan Long.

Unlike other doctors, this person wore hemp clothes and a large bamboo hat, and as he drew nearer, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"Qingbo, Pan Long, what is this?" Huang Shijie asked, puzzled.

"Uncle Shijie, let me introduce him, this is Professor Mark Bain, ranked within the top five doctors globally and revered in the medical community as a 'Holy Physician' alive today; his scalpel is even known as the 'Resurrection Knife,'" Zhang Qingbo introduced the foreign doctor behind him.

Upon hearing this, Huang Shijie's eyes suddenly widened; he had been running to hospitals these past days.

He had heard the dean mention that a doctor on the medical rankings might be able to cure his father.

For this reason, he went out of his way to check the medical rankings and used his connections to invite them from all over the world.

But none of those people had responded up to now, and when he saw the bald man, he felt a sense of familiarity, as he had investigated him before.

This bald man was Mark Bain!

According to the records, Mark Bain had cured several people with terminal illnesses.

This even included a patient with a brain tumor who was nearly dead.

"Professor Mark, hello, the Huang Family warmly welcomes your arrival!" recalled Mark's identity, Huang Shijie enthusiastically extended his hand.

In the past, the Huang Family had not refrained from seeking Western doctors, but lacking eminent figures, they turned to traditional medicine.

But now, Mark Bain, hailed as a legend in the Western medical field, his arrival might give his father a great chance of healing.

"Hello, Mr. Huang, may I see the patient's medical case?"

Just as Zhang Qingbo was about to help Huang Shijie translate, Mark asked in an exceedingly standard Huaxia tongue.

"Hmm? Quickly, get a copy for Professor Mark!" Huang Shijie was taken aback for a moment, then promptly instructed a servant to bring over the documents.

"Professor Mark, you speak Huaxia language quite well," Zhang Qingbo was also astonished by the professor.

He had used countless connections to find Mark, and then spent a considerable amount of money to invite him.

When they met, Zhang Qingbo and Mark had communicated in English, and hearing Mark speak Huaxia fluently nearly floored him.

Because just upon meeting, he had looked down on Mark with his subordinates.

"I learned it from my master," Mark glanced at Zhang Qingbo but said no more.

The reason he had come to Huaxia was not for money or connections but to sneak in; even if it meant just quietly catching a glimpse of his master from afar.

If his master discovered him, those friends would be his backup, because he was here carrying everyone's longing with him.

"Uncle Shijie, let me introduce you as well, this is You Zifeng, a genuine Divine Doctor; he can definitely cure the old master's illness," Pan Long also took this moment to introduce the Divine Doctor he brought with him.

"Divine Doctor You, hello, on behalf of the Huang Family, I welcome you."

"Mr. Huang is too kind, I only came here to help Young Master Pan," You Zifeng's voice was somewhat hoarse.

The people around felt an uncomfortable sensation upon hearing his voice, as if fingernails were scraping on a floor.

And they all discerned from You Zifeng's words that he was not here for the old master's illness today but rather to assist Pan Long.

With a single sentence, he had shifted all the credit onto Pan Long, which was somewhat intriguing.

"Hehe, Uncle Shijie, don't misunderstand, Divine Doctor You speaks so directly because he usually lives deep in the mountains," Pan Long immediately offered his explanation.

But anyone could detect the hypocrisy in his words; if the doctor he brought cured the illness, the credit would undoubtedly be his, so why the need for pretense or justification?

"I won't overthink it. Today, having you all here is a great honor for the Huang Family, let the Divine Doctors discuss together what treatment to use," Huang Shijie said.

"Eh! Isn't that Divine Doctor Song? What will happen to Sun Ce now?" Huang Letian, who was scanning their surroundings, suddenly spotted Song Lingzhen and Song Ze approaching and couldn't help but worry.

"Mr. Huang, don't panic, I will find a casual excuse, admit a fault, that's all, but you must ensure that the youngster is disposed of," Sun Ce said calmly and confidently.

"Rest assured, he might already be dead, and the security guards are digging a hole to bury him right now..."