Chapter 591: Switching Wards

When they arrived at the hospital, Jiang Feng quickly saw the gravely ill Ye Zhonghai.

The ward was a six-person room, beds pressed together, the space cramped, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of disinfectant and various medicines.

The curtain was half drawn, the light dim, and several Patients lay on the beds…

Ye Zhonghai lay on the innermost bed next to the Window, a thin Quilt covering his body, his complexion as pale as paper, his lips purple, his eye sockets sunken, his whole body so thin that only a handful of Bones remained.

He kept his eyes closed, his Breath so weak that the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible.

Jiang Feng entered and couldn't help furrowing his brow.

Such an environment, such conditions, for a seriously ill elderly person, are truly terrible. The air is stagnant, there are many noisy people, and it is fundamentally not conducive to convalescence.

Ye Xiaoyue hurriedly said, her voice full of guilt and helplessness.

"Our family went bankrupt; this is already the best ward I could squeeze my father into. I really can't come up with any more money."

Her eyes were swollen and red, tear stains still lingered on her face, and she looked utterly gaunt.

Jiang Feng immediately nodded, saying nothing.

Although he didn't think highly of Ye Xiaoyue's character, he could see that this woman still had feelings for her father.

Although Ye Zhonghai's living conditions were poor, his body was very clean, his clothes changed frequently, and the Quilt had no odor…

This shows that Ye Xiaoyue was still caring for him attentively.

But Jiang Feng still spoke up.

"The conditions of this ward are too poor. In a moment I'll find someone to arrange a Single Room for Uncle Ye."

When those words were spoken, Ye Xiaoyue's face turned nervous, and she quickly waved her hand.

"A Single Room costs over a Thousand a day; with my current situation, I can't maintain this level of Healing. Jiang Feng, I'm already very grateful that you came to see my dad; I can't let you spend any more."

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of fear.

Jiang Feng seemed to see through her thoughts and said lightly.

"I'll cover this cost. You don't need to worry about it."

Ye Xiaoyue was startled; evidently she hadn't expected Jiang Feng to agree to pay for them.

She opened her mouth to say something, but her throat seemed blocked by something, and no sound came out.

Her Tears welled up again, not from sorrow but from gratitude.

"Thank you… thank you, Jiang Feng."

She lowered her head, her Shoulders trembling slightly.

Jiang Feng said no more, pulled a phone from his pocket, and called Ma Jian.

The phone rang once, and the other end answered.

"Jiang Ge, what's the matter?"

Ma Jian's voice was crisp, with a hint of urgency.

Jiang Feng said only one sentence.

"I need a Single Room at Jiangcheng First Hospital, and I need it now."

Ma Jian didn't ask further and said immediately.

"Jiang Ge, rest assured, I'll arrange it right away."

Jiang Feng hummed a sound and hung up the phone.

He believed Ma Jian could arrange all of this.

Given the Ma Family's connections and strength in Jiangnan, securing a Single Room was merely a matter of a friendly call.

After hanging up, Jiang Feng began to examine Ye Zhonghai.

He walked to the bedside, extended his hand, placed it on Ye Zhonghai's wrist, and began to take his pulse.

His fingers touched the old man's skin; it was cool, dry, and as rough as dead bark.

The pulse was weak, fine, almost imperceptible.

This examination made his heart sink immediately.

Because Ye Zhonghai's condition was far worse than what he had seen.

The Heart Pulse was almost dead, with no trace of vital energy.

If it weren't for a faint Breath, he would even think that Ye Zhonghai at this moment was a dead man.

This seemed far more than a simple recurrence of an old illness.

Jiang Feng's brows tightened, and his gaze grew solemn.

He released his hand, turned around, and said to Ye Xiaoyue.

"Later we must find him a quiet place; I will personally treat him. Uncle Ye's condition is very poor, we can't delay any longer."

Ye Xiaoyue hurriedly nodded, and Tears flowed again.

But at that moment, a stern voice suddenly rang out.

"What are you treating him for? I am his Attending Physician!"

Jiang Feng lifted his head and looked toward the doorway.

A middle-aged man in a white coat stood there, about in his forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his hair meticulously combed, and the badge on his chest read Associate Chief Physician Liu Zhiyuan.

His complexion was unpleasant, his eyes full of discontent.

He strode to the bedside, blocked Jiang Feng, and gave him a quick up-and-down glance.

"Who are you? Which hospital are you from? Do you have a medical license? The Patient's condition is critical; you can't just let anyone touch him."

His voice was loud, his Tone very rude.

Ye Xiaoyue hurriedly explained.

"Doctor Liu, he is my friend, also a Doctor, and he wants to see my dad's condition…"

Liu Zhiyuan let out a cold snort.

"Friend? Doctor? I see he isn't even wearing a white coat, what kind of doctor is that? Ye Xiaoyue, I know your father is gravely ill and you're anxious, but you can't just bring anyone into the ward. Ten Thousand if a problem arises, who will be responsible?"

His gaze fell on Jiang Feng, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Jiang Feng looked at him, his expression calm, and said lightly.

"I am a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner, I don't need to wear a white coat. Uncle Ye's condition I know well; his Heart Pulse is about to break, and if not timely Healing, he won't survive three days."

Liu Zhiyuan's complexion changed.

"Nonsense! We gave the Patient a comprehensive examination; although the situation isn't optimistic, it isn't as severe as you say. You, a rogue healer who appeared from nowhere, what gives you the right to spout such words here?"

His voice grew louder, drawing the attention of other Patients and their relatives.

Jiang Feng didn't get angry, he simply said lightly.

"You may not believe it. But if you continue Healing according to your plan, Uncle Ye won't survive this week."

Liu Zhiyuan's face flushed with anger, about to retort.

At that moment, the ward's door was pushed open again.

Ma Jian, panting heavily, ran in, followed by a middle‑aged man in a suit, the hospital's Administrative Director.

"Jiang Ge, the Single Room is ready, on the Seventh Floor, VIP Area."

Ma Jian's voice was loud, echoing through the ward.

The Administrative Director also hurried forward, his attitude respectful.

"Mr. Jiang, hello. I am the hospital's Administrative Director. Young Master Ma has already greeted us, and the best Single Room has been prepared for you, ready to transfer at any time."

Liu Zhiyuan's complexion changed completely.

He looked at the Administrative Director, then at Ma Jian, then at Jiang Feng, his mouth opened, but he could not speak.

He obviously knew the Administrative Director; he was his direct superior.

Someone who can make the Administrative Director come personally to arrange a room cannot be an ordinary person.

Liu Zhiyuan clenched his teeth, said nothing more, and turned to leave the ward.

Jiang Feng didn't look at him, and said to Ye Xiaoyue.

"Pack up, transfer to another ward."

Ye Xiaoyue quickly nodded, hurriedly gathering her belongings in a fluster.