Peerless Little Immortal Doctor

"Ah! What happened to the old master?" Huang Shijie bellowed angrily.

Huang Xue, who was about to chase after Xia Liu, stopped in her tracks, and together with her, everyone present turned to look at the servant.

"Speak up, quick, don't hem and haw!" Huang Shitao, too, became agitated.

"The old master is about to pass away!" The servant was somewhat afraid, but he still delivered the message.

"Dad!" Hearing this news, Huang Shijie's legs instantly gave way, and in the next moment, he knelt to the ground.

Seeing this, Huang Shitao also knelt down in grief, imitating him, and kept wailing nonstop.

Huang Xue also changed the direction of her run, she hurried to the front of the villa, and, if not for someone holding her back, she would have definitely barged in to see her grandfather's last moments.

"Grandfather! You have to pull through!" The devastated Huang Xue knelt on the stone floor, her body's pain having numbed her senses, while the heartache was unbearable to the extreme.

"Uncle Shijie, don't grieve just yet, let the divine doctors try first," Zhang Qingbo suggested, having great faith in Mark Bain's medical skills; if he could cure the old master right away, he would certainly gain the attention of the Huang family.

"Yes, Uncle Shijie, let all the divine doctors present have a look, maybe the old master can still be saved?" Pan Long also began to comfort him.

"Nephew Huang, this old man's life is about to end, just let me go and see what strange disease my sworn brother has got!" Song Lingzhen had wanted to go in for a while.

But he had been stopped by Huang Shijie when he came earlier, which is why it had been delayed until now.

Now that he had nothing left to cherish, being able to meet the divine doctor of the past, Song Lingzhen would die without regrets.

"That won't do! You can't take the risk, Divine Doctor Song, not until the very last moment!" Huang Shijie directly refused Song Lingzhen's request.

He had seen it several times with his own eyes, anyone who entered and touched his father ended up dying a few days later.

"All divine doctors, have you thought of any good methods? The old master is about to die!" Huang Shijie turned his gaze to the traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who had been studying the medical case.

"This..."

"I'm sorry, there's no strategy yet."

"I'm afraid we have to wait a little longer."

...

Half of them made statements, half remained silent.

Their answers completely disappointed Huang Shijie.

"Divine Doctor Song, my name is Mu Hua, you have always been the idol I admire, do you have any strategies? How should this patient be treated?" Mu Hua, who was closest to Song Lingzhen, took action.

He had examined the medical case for a long time and couldn't figure anything out, so taking this opportunity, he decided to consult his idol.

"I have no strategy. As for treatment, perhaps Divine Doctor Xia has a way."

"Uh... Xia Liu?"

Mu Hua felt somewhat embarrassed; he had already been shocked many times earlier, and now his heart was numb.

It turned out that the young man he had met on the plane could achieve such accomplishments, even his idol looked up to him.

"Mr. Huang, please allow me to enter and treat the old master!" Mu Hua was not willing to give in; he had come here to test his medical skills.

Now that his idol was also present, how could he back down!

"Please, Divine Doctor Mu, be quick!" Huang Shijie did not refuse, seeing that Mu Hua dared to enter with such a confident demeanor, that meant he must be fairly confident!

"Grandfather!"

"There's nothing to worry about, let grandpa go in and try, I'll come back out if it doesn't work," Mu Hua said with a gentle smile to his granddaughter, who was pulling at him, and then he stepped into the villa.

"Zifeng."

"Understood!"

You Zifeng responded straightforwardly to Pan Long and once again his palms transformed.

All attention was focused on Mu Hua; at that moment, he had already entered the villa and was no more than ten meters away from Huang Zhongcai lying on the low bed.
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Nine meters, eight meters, six meters, three meters.

As he drew closer, Mu Hua grew increasingly cautious.

Finally, he arrived at the side of the low bed and saw Huang Zhongcai's true condition.

Huang Zhongcai wore a face of agony, and from his mouth came faint, mournful groans.

His body was extremely frail, his cheeks sunken, his complexion pale yet tinged with some dark shadows.

Just as Mu Hua was about to continue his observation, suddenly, his vision was flooded with red.

The crimson obscured his sight, and his head buzzed loudly.

"Ah!" Those outside the villa suddenly heard a desolate howl, then saw Mu Hua collapsing in front of the low bed.

"Grandpa!" Mu Jiuzhen cried desperately upon seeing her grandfather fall, and she rushed towards the villa at top speed.

But she was stopped by the security personnel at the door and soon fainted from overwhelming grief.

The process of Mu Hua collapsing was witnessed by everyone.

Consequently, except for a few out of the ordinary individuals, everyone present was struck with fear.

Especially those traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who had passed the assessment.

Their legs trembled uncontrollably.

This wasn't treating an illness, it was a direct descent into death.

They had just seen Mu Hua collapse without even touching Huang Zhongcai.

How terrifying that was.

A few of the practitioners immediately discarded the medical cases and fled for their lives.

Fifty million was a lot, but one only has one life, and by the looks of it, they might die without even knowing the old man's condition.

"A bunch of cowards!" Mark cursed inwardly as he saw many doctors fleeing.

"Professor Mark, would you like to step in and show off a bit of your prowess?" Zhang Qingbo didn't give up when he saw Mu Hua collapse, after all, it wasn't he who would be going in; if someone died, so be it.

Gaining the favor of the Huang family was what mattered most.

"Not for now, I think that charlatan seems quite capable, he'll definitely be able to cure the patient."

"Hmm? Are you talking about the person next to Pan Long?" Zhang Qingbo immediately glanced at the individual in question.

"That's right." Mark offered no explanation, for ever since his arrival, he had taken a strong disliking to You Zifeng, particularly his aura and scent.

"Uncle Shijie, Divine Doctor You just told me that he knows what's wrong with the old master and that he can cure him!"

Pan Long spoke confidently while everyone else was still immersed in shock and fear.

"Ah! Divine Doctor You can cure him!"

"That's unlikely, isn't it? The strange illness of the old master indeed causes anyone who approaches to collapse."

"Are you speaking the truth, Nephew Pan?" Huang Shijie, overcome with excitement, spoke while grabbing Pan Long's arm.

"Yes! Trust me, Uncle Shijie, Divine Doctor You can definitely cure the old master," Pan Long affirmed once more.

"Nephew Pan, if Divine Doctor You can cure my father, then you'll be a benefactor to the Huang family. Whatever you need, the Huang family will personally deliver to your residence."

"Uncle Shijie is too kind, I won't ask for anything, I only hope you'd give Xue'er and me a chance."

"No way! I don't agree!" Even in extreme sorrow, Huang Xue still refused.

The others were also moved by Pan Long's words.

Wasn't this clearly taking advantage of the situation?

He claimed to want nothing, but what he really wanted was to take someone's daughter home.