The man in the suit, in his irritable state, tried to forcibly pull Ye Qiu away.
Seeing this, Li Yuechan hurriedly stopped him: "Second Uncle, Grandpa is already in this situation, what harm is there in letting Ye Qiu try? What if a miracle happens?"
"he..."
The man in the suit had barely opened his mouth when his eyes widened suddenly.
Suddenly, several silver needles appeared out of nowhere in Ye Qiu's palm.
These silver needles flew one after another through the air to various parts of Li Zhen's body, accurately landing on several major acupoints, a total of nine needles.
Ye Qiu controlled the silver needles remotely, and visible white energy flowed from Ye Qiu's fingertips, connecting with the silver needles as if injecting energy.
This scene left everyone stunned.
The old man, in particular, stared wide-eyed in disbelief as he tried to help but failed.
Ye Qiu had no other thoughts on him; he was focused solely on saving the patient.
A full fifteen minutes passed before Ye Qiu finally withdrew all the silver needles, which vanished from his palm into thin air.
"It should be fine now."
Ye Qiu said calmly.
Before he could finish speaking, Li Zhen suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood, followed by a violent cough.
Li Yuechan and the others hurriedly helped Li Zhen up, extremely nervous.
After coughing, Li Zhen regained consciousness, his pale face regained its color, and his complexion clearly improved.
"It's fixed, it's really fixed, you're amazing!"
Li Jun was overjoyed.
Li Yuechan was overjoyed and deeply shocked at the same time. She turned to look at Ye Qiu, her expression conveying everything without words.
"I'm sorry, I was being presumptuous just now."
The man in the suit bowed deeply, his eyes filled with reverence.
"It's alright."
Ye Qiu said calmly, not bothering to argue with Li Xian.
"I never expected this. I never expected that someone even Master Wang Tong couldn't save could be saved by you. Young Master Ye, you are truly a divine being."
Li Jun spoke again, and the words "divine man" slipped out once more.
"Young Master Ye's medical skills are superb, and his ability to control needles with qi is truly unparalleled throughout history. If I am not mistaken, the acupuncture technique that Young Master Ye just used should be the Nine Needles of Soul Return, is that right?"
The old man, Wang Tong, asked cautiously.
"You have a good eye. Not bad, it really is the Nine Needles of Returning Soul," Ye Qiu said with a faint smile.
Upon receiving a definite reply, Wang Tong gasped, his heart churning with turmoil. It took him a while to calm down before he bowed respectfully and said solemnly, "Young Master Ye, it is truly an honor to have witnessed the Nine Needles of Returning Soul today."
"Would you...would you accept me as your apprentice? I wish to learn more useful skills to help the world and save people."
"Anyone can talk big, but their true character remains to be seen. Besides, I don't accept disciples," Ye Qiu said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Wang Tong showed no disappointment; instead, he became excited.
Wang Tong had already gleaned some information from Ye Qiu's tone.
“Young Master Ye, there is plenty of time in the future. You will know my character sooner or later. If I can learn even a little bit from you, it will benefit me for the rest of my life.”
Wang Tong bowed again.
Li Yuechan and the others were dumbfounded. This was a renowned medical master in Qianzhou, and countless important figures would try to curry favor with him. The Li family had also begged Wang Tong many times to come.
At this moment, however, Wang Tong acted as a junior to Ye Qiu, showing him utmost respect, which made them feel a huge sense of disparity.
Li Yuechan, in particular, looked at Ye Qiu with eyes full of curiosity.
What exactly happened during the five years he disappeared?
"Is it...is it that Ye boy from the Ye family?"
Just then, Li Zhen, who had fully recovered, looked up at Ye Qiu.
"Grandpa, it's Ye Qiu, do you remember him?"
Li Yuechan asked in a low voice.
"I remember, of course I remember." Li Zhen was a little excited: "To my shame, it was my grandfather who tore you apart many years ago. I never thought that many years later, he would save my old life."
When the topic of what happened five years ago came up, Li Yuechan bit her lip and fell silent for a moment.
Ye Qiu remained silent. He had held a grudge about what happened years ago, but he had let it go now; otherwise, he wouldn't have come to help Li Yuechan.
Seeing that Ye Qiu and Li Yuechan remained silent, Li Zhen thought for a moment and then said in a deep voice, "Young Master Ye, to be honest, over the past few years, we have tried to introduce potential partners to Yuechan, but no matter how outstanding they are, Yuechan rejects them all. Do you know why?"
"Are you saying she still has feelings for me?" Ye Qiu smiled and said, "The past is the past, I've let it go, there's no need to say more."
After speaking, Ye Qiu gestured for Li Yuechan to follow him out.
With just one glance, Li Yuechan understood instantly and followed Ye Qiu to the lobby on the first floor.
On the first floor, the crew-cut man and his gang of henchmen were still there. When they saw Ye Qiu come down, they all stood up nervously.
“Young Master Ye, it’s alright if the debt can’t be settled today. Ninth Master specifically instructed that the Li family can pay it back whenever they have the money. There’s no rush.”
"That's what the crew-cut man said hurriedly."
Ye Qiu ignored the crew-cut man and looked at Li Yuechan, calmly asking, "Is the actual debt seventy-five million?"
"It is indeed seventy-five million, but..."
"Account." Ye Qiu interrupted Li Yuechan.
"Ye Qiu, you..."
Ye Qiu frowned, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Account."
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