Chapter 3: The Beautiful CEO Seeks Medical Help

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Su Xiaoqin's heart was pounding furiously, and she didn't even dare to meet her mother's gaze.

Ye Feng felt something was amiss, and if things continued this way, Wang Xiulian would definitely think he had done something to her daughter. If he really had, it wouldn't matter, but he hadn't done anything!

"What's going on here?"

Wang Xiulian's face, twisted with displeasure, stared at Ye Feng and Su Xiaoqin.

Ye Feng scratched his head and calmly said, "It must have fallen during the mouse chasing earlier; after all, it's not strange for hair so light to float down onto the bed."

Wang Xiulian turned to her daughter with a glare: "Xiao Qin, tell me, is that the truth?"

"Of course, it's true."

Su Xiaoqin nodded as she spoke, her heart clenching with nerves.

Although nothing unsavory had happened between her and Ye Feng, she had indeed been lying on the bed, which was an undeniable fact.

"Let's go, time to eat."

Wang Xiulian eyed her daughter, clearly still harboring doubts about their story. As they walked away, she lectured, "You two aren't young anymore, you should understand certain things. Being so close all the time, it's inevitable you'll provoke gossip."

Following behind, Su Xiaoqin pouted, not speaking out, but clearly disgruntled in her heart.

After Su Xiaoqin left, Ye Feng also stepped out of the room.

He lived in the countryside, in a trio of adobe-tiled houses, which by the village's standards, were considered quite rundown.

Naturally, given his grandfather Old Master Ye's medical skills, revered as a Divine Doctor by people far and wide, one would have thought he'd have earned a good sum, yet Ye Feng had never seen much money. Ever since he could remember, their home had always been poor, and where all the money earned from his grandfather's medical practice went was a mystery.

Even when Old Master Ye passed away half a month ago, he only left three thousand yuan for Ye Feng, repeatedly pressing upon him that the money was for his own funeral expenses and not to be squandered...

After burying his grandfather, that three thousand yuan was pretty much gone.

"School starts in twenty days, and I still haven't figured out next semester's tuition fees," sighed Ye Feng. After washing up and grabbing a quick breakfast, he prepared to head to the lake to fish.

At the southern end of the village lay a small lake, from which Yuanhu Village got its name.

Having packed his fishing gear, Ye Feng was about to leave when a Land Rover drove up swiftly, stopping at his front door. The door opened, and a woman in her twenties stepped out.

The woman was tall and slender, with an oval face and willowy brows. Even without any trace of makeup, she couldn't hide her peerless beauty.

Yet, what was most shocking was that it was late summer, early autumn, and hot, but this woman was dressed in a cotton-padded coat. Her slightly pale face showed no signs of perspiration; instead, she looked almost cold.

Clearly, there was something off about this woman!

"Excuse me, is this Senior Divine Doctor Ye's home?" the woman approached Ye Feng and asked.

Ye Feng nodded and asked, "Are you ill?"

"I..."

The woman almost choked on his words, her expression turning a bit strange as she nodded: "Yes, I'm ill."

Ye Feng smirked with a grin: "The Senior Divine Doctor Ye you're looking for is dead. Now there's only Little Divine Doctor left."

"Dead?"

The woman looked somewhat disheartened, hesitated for a moment, then asked again, "So where is the Little Divine Doctor?"

"That would be me."

Ye Feng really wanted to puff out his chest and shout, "Are you blind, damn it? A big Divine Doctor like me is right in front of you and you don't even see it!"

The woman eyed him with a trace of doubt and asked, "Who was Senior Divine Doctor Ye to you?"

"My grandfather, of course."

Ye Feng gave her a scrutinizing once-over and said, "Your illness is Profound Nether Cold Poison. Someone has treated you once before, saving your life. It's reoccurring for the second time now, am I right?"

"You're absolutely correct. It seems you really are Little Divine Doctor."

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The woman nodded repeatedly, feeling somewhat excited as she said, "My name is Jiang Yixue, and Senior Divine Doctor Ye treated me once fifteen years ago."

Ye Feng stroked his chin and said, "I can treat your condition, but it will take about half a month, so you'll need to stay in our village for that long."

"This..."

Jiang Yixue hesitated, "I'm very busy with work. Can you come to my place to treat me? We can discuss the medical fee."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Ye Feng expectantly, but he shook his head and sighed, "No, the city is too full of schemes; the countryside is better."

Jiang Yixue: "..."

She rolled her eyes, then turned to glance at the three clay tile houses belonging to Ye Feng's family and asked, "Do you have any spare rooms then? I'll just stay here for half a month."

"That's fine. But let me be upfront with you, if you stay at my place, I'm going to charge you. Medical fees plus lodging fees, a thousand a day, fifteen thousand for half a month, not a penny less."

Ye Feng calculated in his heart that fifteen thousand would cover his tuition and living expenses for the next half year.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yixue stared at him skeptically, "Are you really Senior Divine Doctor Ye's grandson?"

Ye Feng was somewhat speechless, "Guaranteed genuine, doesn't it look the part?"

Jiang Yixue scratched her head and muttered softly, "Then why do you charge so little..."

Hearing her murmur, Ye Feng almost choked on his own blood. He had thought his fee of fifteen thousand was rather steep, but to his dismay it seemed to be looked down upon...

Scratching his head, he asked, "How much did my grandfather charge you for the treatment?"

"One million."

Jiang Yixue said nonchalantly.

Upon hearing that, Ye Feng immediately felt depressed. A million fifteen years ago—how much was that worth! Yet in his memory, his family was very poor fifteen years ago, even their clothes had patches. Where did his grandfather throw this one million? Did he spend it all on prostitutes? Damn it, that old lecher...

As Ye Feng was inwardly cursing, Jiang Yixue gave a thumbs-up and said, "Little Divine Doctor Ye, a thousand a day for full board and medical treatment, that's really a conscience price, I give you a thumbs up."

After saying that, she walked toward the house.

After looking around, she finally pointed at Ye Feng's room and said, "From now on, this room is mine."

Ye Feng's face darkened, "But this is my room."

"I don't care, I want to live in this one. As a Divine Doctor, surely you won't fight over a room with a seriously ill and frail woman, will you?" Jiang Yixue batted her eyelashes at him.

Her authoritative tone, tinged with a bit of pitifulness, left Ye Feng completely unable to refuse.

"As long as you're happy..."

Ye Feng felt that compared to his grandfather, his life as a Divine Doctor was much more miserable. A medical fee of a million, but only collecting fifteen thousand; now, even his room had been taken...

"You stay at home, I'll go pick some herbs to come back and prepare a bath for you."

After giving instructions, Ye Feng slung his medicine basket over his shoulder and headed into the mountains.

Humming a tune, he walked at a leisurely pace. But when he got to the edge of the hillside, he noticed someone moving in the bushes.

Ye Feng scratched his head and quietly approached.

When he got close, Ye Feng was immediately dumbstruck. He saw a woman pulling down her trousers, squatting beside the bushes, making rustling noises—it was obvious she was relieving herself.

Ye Feng quickly glanced at her face and saw it was Han Xiaoyun, the beautiful teacher from the village primary school; at that moment, she was staring at him with wide eyes.

Undoubtedly, she had seen him too!

Damn, caught!

Ye Feng was shocked—it was too late to hide.

Though he hadn't intended to peep, he still felt somewhat guilty. Now, as they locked eyes in the tense atmosphere, Ye Feng swore this was the most awkward eye contact he had ever experienced in his life.