“I think Chen Zhengde also knows about this medicine, but he just won’t add it to your prescription because once you’re cured, you won’t come back to him for this medicine anymore.”
"Really? What kind of medicine?" The patient was slightly taken aback.
Ye Xingchen casually wrote down a prescription and handed it to the patient: "Go back and add this prescription. If you don't get better, come and smash up my company."
The patient took the medicine and asked suspiciously, "Where is your company located? How can I find you? How do I know if you're a scammer?"
"My name is Ye Xingchen, chairman of Xingchen Group. Now you know, right?" Ye Xingchen raised an eyebrow.
"Ah, is he Ye Xingchen? The divine doctor who developed the Cancer-Clearing Pill and the Soul-Locking Pill?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.
"Really? I heard his medical skills are so good he can bring the dead back to life."
“It’s true. My uncle’s cancer was cured in its early stages by taking medicine from his company, and it hasn’t recurred at all.”
"Isn't this what a miracle doctor is like?"
The discordant voices at the scene suddenly changed, and everyone sided with Ye Xingchen.
"Listen to me, everyone!" Ye Xingchen roared, instantly silencing the crowd.
"Chen Zhengde is a fame-seeking scoundrel. His medicines are mainly potent and he uses them in an unorthodox way. Although they can cure diseases, they will also affect the body." Ye Xingchen shouted, "In severe cases, they can even affect lifespan."
"Moreover, he tried every means to amass wealth, charging tens of thousands for a single medicine. Is that something an ordinary person could afford?"
“A true healer would disdain doing such a thing. Today I’m here to provide free medical consultations for everyone. If I can’t cure your illness, you can ruin my reputation.” Ye Xingchen pointed at Yuan Zhengde: “But please help spread the word about this so-called medical ethics of the hospital director.”
"Okay, with President Ye personally treating the patient, he'll definitely be able to cure the illness."
"Just kidding, this is a big shot who can even cure cancer."
"Don't push, line up."
"Ye Xingchen, I have no grudge against you, why..." Chen Zhengde was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
However, there was nothing that could be done; the matter had probably already spread, and his reputation was ruined.
It wasn't until dusk that the long line in front of Ye Xingchen gradually receded, and only then did he stand up and look at Chen Zhengde.
Chen Zhengde trembled, his eyes filled with hatred.
Ye Xingchen stood there for as long as he provided free medical consultations, until everyone had left.
"Chen Zhengde, the person is gone. It's time for us to have a proper talk." Ye Xingchen said calmly, "You can make money, I won't stand in your way."
"But what you and your senior brother did has angered both heaven and man. Collaborating with the three Yin brothers to refine demon corpses, and risking the lives of seven innocent girls for the sake of that old man from the Ye family, is something I cannot condone," Ye Xingchen said coldly.
"So that's what you were after?" Chen Zhengde laughed angrily. "No one can change my senior brother's decisions, but these things have nothing to do with me."
"Is this none of your business?" Ye Xingchen sneered. "From you and your senior brother, I can see that your Mingshan lineage is unscrupulous and immoral."
"Besides, as the president of a major hospital, if you're willing, you can easily get a few endorsements and money will flow in continuously. Why would you open a clinic to make this kind of money and tarnish the reputation of medicine?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Ye Xingchen, you are remarkable, you are of noble character." Chen Zhengde chuckled: "You laugh at my strange use of medicine, that I don't understand human suffering."
"But how can you know that I myself am also suffering in silence?"
"Then tell me about your situation." Ye Xingchen became interested. He also felt that if Chen Zhengde wanted to, he could make a fortune at any time. Why would he be desperately trying to make money by staying at this clinic?
“You’re right. If I want, I can make as much money as I want.” Chen Zhengde looked up and said, “I can become a distributor for traditional Chinese medicine. I can just mention one or two brands on the news and say they are good for health, and my money will keep flowing in.”
“But this kind of money is truly money that goes against one’s conscience. My medicine is expensive, but at least most of the time, I can cure people’s illnesses.”
"Compared to those unscrupulous merchants, I consider myself to be of noble character."
“Indeed, if we're talking about the pot calling the kettle black, you're much better than them.” Ye Xingchen nodded in agreement. “But why are you so frantically accumulating wealth?”
“If it weren’t for… my wife’s accident thirty years ago, which left her in a state of apparent death, I wouldn’t be in this situation…” Chen Zhengde said, his expression turning sorrowful, unable to continue.
"Is there something going on?" Ye Xingchen was slightly taken aback. He didn't know anything about Chen Zhengde's wife.
Following Chen Zhengde, Ye Xingchen arrived at the basement in the backyard of his house.
The temperature in the basement was extremely cold, hovering around zero degrees Celsius.
This isn't the effect of ordinary air conditioning. The reason it's so cold is because of a bed that's about 1.5 meters wide.
"A bed made of cold jade?" Ye Xingchen was slightly taken aback.
Lying on the bed is a woman, Chen Zhengde's wife. She was in a car accident thirty years ago and has been in a state of apparent death for twenty years now.
But she still looks the same as she did thirty years ago.
If Chen Zhengde hadn't used his methods, she would probably be dead by now. Seeing this, Ye Xingchen seemed to understand why Chen Zhengde was making money so frantically.
"This bed is made of thousand-year-old cold jade. It can prolong life and preserve blood vessels. Back then, I exhausted all my connections to get this cold jade and make this bed," Chen Zhengde said.
"Moreover, she was about to die at that time, but she still had a breath left. I seized that breath and used countless rare and precious treasures to keep her alive until now."
"Deep-sea ambergris, even a tiny bit the size of a thumb, costs tens of millions."
"Besides that, there's also century-old dragon oil and ginseng that's over three hundred years old. The annual consumption is astronomical. If I don't make money, how can she survive?"
Ye Xingchen looked at Chen Zhengde, unsure of what to say.
Yes, when he saw Chen Zhengde accumulating wealth, he really thought that the old man was a morally corrupt scoundrel who only cared about making money.
But thinking back, that's not the case. With his current status and reputation, if he wanted to make money, he wouldn't need to come to the clinic and do it himself.
He could easily endorse any medicine he wants, and make a fortune by recommending his own exclusive formulas while talking about health and wellness.
This guy seems to still have some conscience.
“Mr. Ye, I know the world has always called me the Poison Doctor because I use medicine with three parts nourishment and seven parts risk, and my methods are unorthodox.” Chen Zhengde sighed: “I have indeed made some ill-gotten gains.”
"But compared to some of the big investors and the direct descendants of some powerful families in China, I consider myself to be more noble than them, because at least my medicine is a truly life-saving medicine."
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