Chapter 592

Half an hour later, Jiangcheng Hospital Single Room.

The ward is on the Seventh Floor VIP Area, spacious and bright, elegantly decorated.

A wide hospital bed is placed in the center, a bouquet of fresh flowers on the bedside table, and a faint floral fragrance fills the air.

Sofa, coffee table, private bathroom, LCD TV—everything is provided.

Compared to the crowded, noisy six-person room downstairs, this place is practically another world.

Administrative Director Zhang Qiao, smiling broadly, was introducing the ward's facilities to Ye Xiaoyue.

"Miss Ye, this ward is one of our hospital's best VIP wards, equipped with independent central air conditioning, a high‑level nursing bed, and dedicated nurses on 24‑hour rotation..."

Ye Xiaoyue stood aside, at a loss, nodding repeatedly, her eye sockets red.

She never imagined her father could be admitted to such a fine ward.

After Zhang Qiao finished the introduction, he turned to Jiang Feng, his attitude even more respectful.

"Mr. Jiang, is there anything else you need? Just say the word. Young Master Ma has already instructed us—your affairs are our hospital's affairs."

Jiang Feng waved his hand.

"Not for now. Thank you for your trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble..."

Zhang Qiao hastily waved his hand, joking, a single word from Jiang Feng sent Young Master Ma scurrying back and forth to help.

Serving someone like him, how could he feel it's a hardship!

Zhang Qiao is also a sharp guy; after arranging everything, he sensibly withdrew from the ward.

Ma Jian, however, leaned close to Jiang Feng and muttered quietly.

"Jiang Ge, how did you get involved with this woman again? Back then, I almost offended you because of her."

He kept his voice very low, afraid Ye Xiaoyue would hear.

He stole a glance at Ye Xiaoyue, then looked away.

"I heard that their Jiang Fa Real Estate has been maliciously acquired, with equity worth hundreds of millions falling into the hands of former deputy general manager Zhang Tao, now completely his property. The Ye family is now penniless, with nothing left."

Jiang Feng suddenly recalled that when Jiang Fa Real Estate had a capital outflow issue, he had indeed contributed a sum of money to help Ye Zhonghai stabilize the company.

He also had Zhao Xiong of the Zhao family stop interfering with Jiang Fa Real Estate.

Back then, it was this Deputy General Manager Zhang who had been scheming behind the scenes, sowing discord and inciting other shareholders.

Who would have thought that after so long, Jiang Fa Real Estate would still end up in this Deputy General Manager Zhang's hands.

Jiang Feng asked.

"What's Zhang Tao's situation now?"

Ma Jian said.

"That bastard is now feeling pleased as punch, renaming Jiang Fa Real Estate to Tao Sheng Group and making himself chairman. I've heard he's also hooked up with connections in the provincial capital, and now he's thriving in Jiangcheng's business circle. General Manager Ye was driven to illness by him, and with his unpromising daughter, he just couldn't hold on."

Jiang Feng nodded, saying nothing.

Ma Jian leaned in even closer, his voice lower.

"Jiang Ge, you and Ye Xiaoyue have long been estranged, so why are you still meddling in her family's affairs? That woman treated you terribly back then—she's not worth it."

Hearing Ma Jian's words, Jiang Feng merely gave Ye Xiaoyue a faint glance.

"I and Ye Xiaoyue have long had nothing to do with each other. But Uncle Ye treated me well back then, and besides, he's an old acquaintance of my teacher. Out of respect for my teacher, if the Ye family is in trouble, I won't stand by."

As soon as he said that, Ma Jian's heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened.

He never imagined the Ye family's background could be so terrifying!

Jiang Ge's strength now shakes Jiangnan; even the Jiangnan Wang has to give him face.

What kind of terrifying figure must Jiang Ge's teacher be?

He never expected that Ye Zhonghai, who is merely an ordinary figure in Jiangcheng's business circle, actually knows such an awesome person.

Ma Jian swallowed his saliva and quickly said.

"Jiang Ge, rest assured—our Ma family has laid out quite a presence in Jiangcheng lately; I still have some say in this hospital. I guarantee proper treatment for General Manager Ye, and the Ma family will cover all expenses."

Jiang Feng nodded, without ceremony.

He turned, walked to the bedside, and looked at Ye Zhonghai lying on the bed.

Ye Zhonghai's face remained pallid, his breathing still weak, but after the change of environment his brow seemed to relax a little, no longer tightly furrowed as before.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath and spoke to Ye Xiaoyue.

"I'll personally treat Uncle Ye later. However, his condition is critical, and I'm not sure if he'll wake up today. You need to be mentally prepared."

Ye Xiaoyue quickly nodded, tears welling up again.

"I know, I know. Jiang Feng, just do your best; I won't push you."

She wiped her tears and stepped to the side.

Jiang Feng was about to act, preparing to lift the quilt off Ye Zhonghai's body.

At that moment, the ward door was pushed open from outside.

Liu Zhiyuan appeared again.

He had changed into a clean white coat, his hair neatly combed, his gold‑rimmed glasses polished bright. Yet his expression remained unpleasant, his eyes holding a hint of resentment.

He glanced at Ye Xiaoyue, then at Jiang Feng, and then forced himself to approach Jiang Feng.

"Sir… I've been monitoring General Manager Ye's condition. I know your status is not ordinary, but treating illness is no joke—I hope you won't play with human lives."

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was firm, as if he were insisting on something.

"I am General Manager Ye's attending physician and know his condition best. As an outsider, if you rashly intervene and something goes wrong, who will be responsible?"

Ma Jian's face darkened, and he was about to shout a rebuke.

Jiang Feng glanced at Liu Zhiyuan, a smirk on his lips, and spoke.

Do you like Ye Xiaoyue?

As soon as he said that, the ward instantly fell silent.

Ye Xiaoyue's face flushed up to her ears in an instant, her mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say.

Liu Zhiyuan's complexion also changed, alternating between red and white, his lips trembling.

"You… you're spouting nonsense! I'm a doctor; it's my duty to be responsible for the patient!"

His voice even changed tone, his eyes darted, and he dared not look at Ye Xiaoyue.

Jiang Feng looked at him and said calmly.

"From the moment you entered until now, you've looked at Ye Xiaoyue no fewer than ten times. You claim you're responsible for the patient, but you didn't even bring Uncle Ye's medical records in, nor did you ask me what method I plan to use for treatment."

He paused, his voice turning even colder.

"You're not worried about Uncle Ye; you're worried about Ye Xiaoyue."

Liu Zhiyuan's complexion turned completely pale.

He opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but couldn't utter a word.

Ye Xiaoyue lowered her head, her fingers intertwined, her cheeks flushed crimson, not knowing what to say.

Ma Jian stood at the side, suppressing his laughter, his shoulders shaking.

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze, no longer looking at Liu Zhiyuan.

"Get out. I'll treat Uncle Ye's illness."

Liu Zhiyuan gritted his teeth, still wanting to say something.

Ma Jian stepped forward, blocking his path.

"Doctor Liu, please go. We don't need you here."

Liu Zhiyuan looked at Ma Jian, then at Jiang Feng, his face flushed red with restraint.

He knew Ma Jian's status was not something he could offend.

But ever since he first saw Ye Xiaoyue, his heart has been moved.

So after thinking for a while, he still gritted his teeth and said.

"I must be responsible for the patient's condition; if you really want to treat the patient, as the attending physician, I must be present!"

As soon as those words were spoken, Ma Jian became displeased and burst out cursing.

"Kid, do you want face or not? Believe it or not, I'll strip you with a single sentence…"

But before he could finish, Jiang Feng calmly interrupted him.

"Forget it, if you want to stay, then do as you please."

Upon hearing that, Liu Zhiyuan immediately stood not far away with a solemn expression, though his gaze remained fixed on Ye Xiaoyue.

But Ye Xiaoyue only worried about her father's condition, never once looking at him from start to finish.

Jiang Feng ignored him, walked to the bedside, and lifted the quilt.

Ye Zhonghai's emaciated body was revealed.

Jiang Feng extended his hand, pressed it against his chest, and closed his eyes.

A gentle stream of true qi surged from his palm, slowly flowing into Ye Zhonghai's body.

Treatment, begin!