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On the other side, Si Fengnian and Bai Ruanruan washed up and went back to their room to go to bed. The couple was about to do some exercises before going to bed. They had taken off half of their clothes and were in a bad mood. Suddenly, there was a deafening knock on the door outside, accompanied by shouting, which was particularly loud in the quiet night.

Si Fengnian sighed, resigned himself to his fate, let go of his wife, and began to put on his clothes quickly.

Bai Ruanruan also sat up and put on her clothes. "It's so late, I don't know who is sick."

Generally speaking, if someone knocks on the door so urgently at this late hour, they are most likely seeking medical treatment.

The couple put on their clothes and went out. Ji Yuanhui had already opened the door before them. Several people rushed in through the door, and one of them was a middle-aged man carrying another person on his back.

Si Fengnian recognized these people at a glance. They were the Feng family members who had visited a while ago. There were also two new people there today.

Feng Haisheng, carrying his son on his back, was so tired that his face flushed and sweaty. He rushed to Si Fengnian and said, "Mr. Si, please save Yinghua. He's sick again."

Si Fengnian glanced at the unconscious young man lying on Feng Haisheng's back, pointed to the main room and said, "Come in."

Ji Yuanhui leaned over to his apprentice and asked, "Do you know him?"

Si Fengnian sighed, "I can't say I know them." He had no good feelings towards the Feng family and didn't want to have anything to do with them, but the person was right in front of him, no matter how impossible it was.

"Master," Si Fengnian said in a low voice, "Just watch from the side for a while. Don't do anything unnecessary. No matter what illness they have, I will do my best. Don't interfere."

He knew his master's character too well. If he knew that Feng Yinghua had a rare and difficult-to-complicated disease, he would definitely want to admit Feng Yinghua.

Given the Feng family's foul nature, if the master gets involved, he will never have peace.

Moreover, Feng Yinghua's disease cannot be cured at all, at least not with current medical means, and Chinese medicine can't do anything about it.

Si Fengnian took out a mat and spread it on the ground, and asked Feng Haisheng to put Feng Yinghua on the mat.

Mei Lan, who was standing by, was dissatisfied. How could her precious son be left lying on the floor? So she asked, "Is there no bed?"

Si Fengnian said expressionlessly, "No."

Feng Haisheng didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he quickly put his son on the mat and winked at Mei Lan, signaling her to speak less.

After putting the person down, Si Fengnian squatted beside Feng Yinghua to check on her condition and found that Feng Yinghua's condition was much better than last time. At least she was not in shock, but just in a coma.

"Didn't the doctor tell you? His condition is very special. He needs to stay calm and avoid strenuous exercise. Otherwise, he'll easily become exhausted. If it's serious, he might go into shock like last time, which is very dangerous. And he's a medical student himself. Doesn't he know how to control his emotions?"

Feng Haisheng looked a little embarrassed. He couldn't say that his son had fallen ill while with his fiancée. When he was unconscious, his clothes were disheveled, and it was obvious that he was preparing for some intense exercise, but he hadn't even had time to take off his clothes before—

Mei Lan didn't want to hear any of this. She only cared about her son's current situation. "Student Si, how is Yinghua now? Can you give me a definite answer?"

Si Fengnian didn't even look at Mei Lan, nor did he answer her. He went back to his room, got out a needle bag, and gave Feng Yinghua a few injections. Feng Yinghua woke up, but she was very weak and said that her chest hurt a lot.

Mei Lan was heartbroken when she saw her son like this. She quickly asked Si Fengnian, "Mr. Si, my son Yinghua said he has chest pain. What's going on?"