Su Changhe listened to these words, narrowed his eyes, stroked his white beard, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Alas, you are still too young." Did they really think that he was just randomly investing to open a clinic?

Not long after, there was a commotion at the door of the main clinic and a man walked in quickly.

"Director Su, I have brought you a great gift." The visitor was as beautiful as a demon, graceful and elegant, with a tall and graceful figure. It was Su Murong.

Su Yao raised her eyes with an indifferent look.

Behind Su Murong was a middle-aged man with a calm face, about fifty years old. His face was as pale as paper, but he was still in good spirits and his demeanor implied calmness.

He was wearing a seemingly low-key custom-made suit, with shiny shoes, and his every move revealed his elegance, and it was obvious that he was from an upper-class family.

"Mr. Li," Su Murong introduced with a smile. "He's the chairman of our Yaocheng Energy Group. Three months ago, he was diagnosed with advanced heart failure, and all the major hospitals were helpless. I heard you opened a clinic, so I asked him to try his luck."

The five middle-aged men in the museum had already stood up.

Qian Huaisong narrowed his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Chen Lanzhi pursed her lips slightly: "Mr. Li... I seem to have heard that he represented Yaocheng to attend the Asian Energy International Summit two years ago?"

"Exactly."

Ge Yunchuan snorted coldly: "Are you here to mess things up?"

Su Murong was afraid that Su Yao would misunderstand, so he curled his lips and smiled: "How dare I. I just want to see Director Su's true ability."

Zhang Shaohong pushed the others aside and walked up to Mr. Li: "Let me take your pulse."

Mr. Li hesitated for a moment and stretched out his right wrist.

Qian Huaisong also stepped forward: "I'll come too."

Chen Lanzhi and Mu Zhuqing exchanged glances and took Mr. Li's pulse one after another.

After a moment, the expressions of the five people changed.

"My heart veins are so weak that I can hardly hear them." Qian Huaisong said in a deep voice.

"With such heart failure, another month might be the limit." Shen Lanzhi said solemnly.

Ge Yunchuan folded his arms and said bluntly, "Even though the person is still standing, once he falls, he will die suddenly."

Mu Zhuqing frowned: "Medicine is ineffective, and acupuncture is useless."

Zhang Shaohong's expression was the darkest. "Heart essence collapse. The severity of this disease is not just the physical exhaustion, but also the extinguishing of the fire of the gate of life. Unless a heart transplant is performed, there is no hope of recovery."

"That's why I came to see Director Su." Su Murong looked at Su Yao.

She put down the ancient book in her hand and said calmly, "Mr. Li, please come into the main clinic."

The five people were startled. Ge Yunchuan frowned: "Do you really want to treat it?"

"nature."

Mu Zhuqing sneered in a low voice: "Boasting hurts people. Director Su, do you know that if this injection of yours is ineffective, you will destroy your reputation?"

Su Yao ignored him and stood up.

In the main clinic, Su Yao quietly took Mr. Li's pulse, one finger, two fingers, three fingers, for a very long time, so long that even Shen Lanzhi became impatient.

"How much longer will it take?"

Su Yao finally spoke: "I can save her."

"What did you say?" Qian Huaisong suddenly looked up.

"Mr. Li's heart isn't inherently damaged, but rather it's stagnant Qi. The external meridians are blocked, and the internal breath is trapped between them. If we can dredge the Tiantu, Zhongfu, and Shendao acupoints, and then stimulate the Qi of the pericardium, then the Qi will flow and the blood will be activated, and the heart meridians can be restored."

All five of them were shocked.

"Su Yao!" Zhang Shaohong raised his voice: "How can you say that? If you can't cure it, won't it cost you your life on the spot?"