Chapter 63: Sixty-three, Poisoning Chapter 63: Sixty-three, Poisoning “Yes!” Yang Lisheng nodded in agreement. Although he had now retired, as long as he was able to treat illnesses, he would continue doing so for his entire life; that would never change. He hoped to use his abilities to cure more patients.
“Thank you!” Wu Tingfeng gratefully expressed his happiness.
Wu Tingfeng drove Yang Lisheng and two others back to the Wu family home.
Upon entering the house, Wu Tingfeng saw his parents, grandfather, uncle, and third uncle all sitting in the hall waiting for them.
“Grandfather! Dad! Uncle! Third Uncle! Mom! This is Mr. Yang, Dr. Xu Bowen’s teacher, this is Mr. Yang’s wife, and their granddaughter.” Wu Tingfeng introduced the guests to his family. Before returning home, he had already informed his parents by phone, sharing the good news with them.
“Please, have a seat!” Old Sir Wu smiled and nodded at Yang Lisheng.
“Is he really Dr. Xu’s teacher?” Wu Tianming skeptically sized up Yang Lisheng. If Yang Lisheng were truly Dr. Xu Bowen’s teacher, he should not dress so simply.
Dr. Xu Bowen held a high position in Beijing’s medical field; he was a renowned National Doctor, deeply respected by all major families. Yet, this Yang Lisheng, dressed in clothes that obviously came from a small market, how could he possibly be Dr. Xu Bowen’s teacher? Moreover, how coincidental that Dr. Xu couldn’t be invited but they happened to meet his teacher? Shouldn’t it be harder to invite a teacher than his student? Thus, he was certain that this Yang Lisheng was a fraudster, probably aiming to gain some benefits from their Wu family.
“Of course it’s true, Dr. Xu will be here soon too,” Wu Tingfeng said, feeling somewhat dissatisfied with Wu Tianming’s words, but since the latter was his uncle, he couldn’t say much.
“Dr. Yang, thank you for coming this far. Please check what illness my second son has,” Old Sir Wu looked at Yang Lisheng. Of his three sons, he was most optimistic about his second son, but his second son’s health was very weak. Over the years, he had invited many renowned doctors to treat his second son, but each time the illness would only improve temporarily before relapsing after a period.
This time, he had contacted Dr. Xu Bowen through an old friend, and Dr. Xu Bowen had agreed to come and treat Tian Peng, but there was a rule when requesting Dr. Xu’s services: one must present an antique vase.
“Okay!” Yang Lisheng nodded, walked over, and sat next to Wu Tianpeng. “Give me your hand.”
Wu Tianpeng extended his hand.
Yang Lisheng placed his fingers on Wu Tianpeng’s wrist and slowly furrowed his brow, his expression growing very solemn.
Seeing Yang Lisheng’s expression, the Wu family began to worry.
Seeing his mother’s worried face, Wu Tingfeng patted her shoulder, “Mom, don’t worry, Mr. Yang is Dr. Xu’s teacher; he will definitely be able to cure Dad.”
“Okay,” Ling Xiaojuan nodded her head. How could she not worry? Tian Peng was her husband, her support, and of course, she hoped he could get better. What would she do if something happened to him?
Yang Lisheng withdrew his hand and looked at everyone, “His organs show signs of failure; it appears to be poisoning.”
“Poisoned?!” The Wu family members were all in disbelief.
“It’s a chronic toxin, probably there for eight years already,” Yang Lisheng explained. Even he was surprised when he learned that Wu Tianpeng had been poisoned.
“Isn’t it exactly eight years since Tian Peng first fell ill? Who could be so cruel?” Ling Xiaojuan was furious. She had always thought her husband was just ill, never imagining he had been poisoned.
“You shouldn’t be spouting nonsense here, how could my brother possibly be poisoned?” Wu Tianming stood up, pointing at Yang Lisheng and exclaimed.
“Sit down!” Old Sir Wu glared at Wu Tianming, then turned to Yang Lisheng with an apologetic expression, “Dr. Yang, I’m sorry about this, my son was out of line.”
Yang Lisheng shook his head indifferently, “It’s okay.”
“Dr. Yang, is the poison curable?” Ling Xiaojuan asked anxiously. She had already inquired with Xiao Feng, who hadn’t told Yang Lisheng about Tian Peng’s onset of illness; if Yang Lisheng could diagnose the timing of the disease onset solely based on an examination, his medical skills must indeed be formidable.
Yang Lisheng turned to Song Yan Ning, “Xiao Ning, you take a look.” Xiao Ning’s medical skills were even higher than his, although she hadn’t seen as many diseases as he had, so he wanted her to gain more experience by seeing more patients.
“Sure, Grandfather,” Song Yan Ning moved to sit next to Wu Tianpeng, “Uncle, let me take your pulse.”
“This is ridiculous,” Wu Tianming slammed the table and stood up.
“Indeed, what does a child of six or seven know?” Wu Tianci sneered, looking seriously at Wu Tingfeng, “Xiao Feng, your dad is already in this condition, and you’re still causing trouble. Since you brought these people, you should send them away.”
“Uncle, Third Uncle, Mr. Yang really is Dr. Xu’s teacher;how could I joke about such a thing?” Wu Tingfeng held back his anger. Though he too felt that Song Yan Ning treating his father was somewhat frivolous, he believed Mr. Yang wouldn’t act recklessly. Besides, his impression of Song Yan Ning was quite extraordinary, especially her understanding of antiques, which far surpassed many seasoned collectors.
Song Yan Ning smiled at Wu Tianpeng, waiting for him to speak. She and her grandfather were here to help him heal; if he didn’t want their treatment, she and her grandparents would definitely leave immediately.
Wu Tianpeng extended his hand, smiling at Song Yan Ning, “Little doctor, please help me!” The girl’s eyes shimmered like stars in the sky, bright and sparkling, and her gaze held a calm confidence. He was certainly not facing an ordinary child, so he greatly anticipated her performance.
Song Yan Ning smiled faintly, extended her hand, and placed it on Wu Tianpeng’s wrist.
After a moment, Song Yan Ning withdrew her hand, “The poisoning is not deep; it can be treated.”
“Really?” Ling Xiaojuan and Wu Tingfeng looked delighted.
“Yes,” Song Yan Ning nodded.
“Are you really willing to entrust Tian Peng’s life to a child? So many doctors couldn’t cure Tian Peng; do you really believe she can?” Wu Tianming scoffed.
“They’re just swindlers; they must have come to our Wu family to trick us out of money,” Wu Tianci chimed in.
“You don’t want me to cure him, do you?” Song Yan Ning looked at Wu Tianming and Wu Tianci with a half-smile. If her guesses were correct, Wu Tianpeng’s poisoning had a lot to do with them.
“What are you blabbering about? Dad, say something,” Wu Tianming turned his gaze toward Old Sir Wu.
Old Sir Wu didn’t speak but smiled as he observed Song Yan Ning, his eyes glowing with admiration. This child was composed and dignified, truly extraordinary, destined for great things in the future.
