Chapter 8: Too Divine, Right?

Wang Haitao's two coughs were extremely weak, yet they rang in everyone's ears in the Banquet Hall like a thunderclap.

In an instant everyone stared wide‑eyed at Wang Haitao, who was slowly opening his eyes on the ground, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor in shock.

"Dad! You... you really woke up?"

Wang Lei was stunned for three seconds, then lunged forward with wild joy on his face.

"How do you feel? Any discomfort? I'll call Director Li... no, I'll have Mr. Jiang take a look at you right now!"

Just a moment ago he was shouting to kill Jiang Feng for revenge, and now he keeps calling him Mr. Jiang; the speed of that change left the surrounding people dumbfounded.

Wang Haitao blinked, his gaze gradually focusing, then slowly turned toward Jiang Feng standing nearby; his lips moved, his voice still a bit weak: "Little... little brother, was it you... who saved me?"

Jiang Feng nodded, bent down to help him up, and lightly patted his back twice.

Old Wang's complexion instantly brightened considerably.

"It's nothing, just cleared the blocked vessels for you. In the future, don't go looking for doctors to operate recklessly; your heart can't endure such strain."

"Clear... clear the vessels?"

Li Ao stood nearby, his face swollen like a pig's liver.

"I clearly checked earlier; President Wang's heart had already stopped beating. Even an open‑chest surgery would take three hours, how could you possibly..."

He, in disbelief, placed the stethoscope on Wang Haitao's chest.

At that sound, his eyes widened instantly, and he muttered under his breath: "Impossible... how can this be? The heartbeat is so steady, and there's no vascular murmur!"

The people around them were now completely blown up; those who had just mocked Jiang Feng now all changed expression.

"My goodness! Mr. Jiang is just too divine, right? Someone Director Li couldn't save, and he fixes it with a few pats!"

"I used to think he was a fraud, but now it seems he really has skill!"

"No wonder Su Lao and Miss Su value him so much; this medical skill could literally be a Living Immortal!"

Ye Xiaoyue hid in Zhao Qiancheng's arms, her mouth open wide enough to fit an egg.

What kind of monster is Jiang Feng? He can even revive the dead?

Zhao Qiancheng's expression was also grim; he had been waiting to see Jiang Feng embarrassed, but instead Jiang Feng gave him a harsh slap.

The hand gripping Ye Xiaoyue's waist unintentionally tightened, and the pain made her frown.

Su Xueyan stood nearby, watching Jiang Feng's silhouette, a faint smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

The anxiety that had been hanging earlier finally settled, and a trace of admiration appeared in her eyes.

She found that the deeper she got to know this man, the more mysterious he seemed.

Wang Haitao, supported by Wang Lei, sat up, leaned on the sofa, rested for a while, then cupped his hands in a bow toward Jiang Feng, his tone full of gratitude.

"Mr. Jiang, I cannot thank you enough! If it weren't for you today, my old life, Wang Haitao, would have ended right here. From now on, whatever you need, as long as the Wang Family can provide, there will be no hesitation!"

Jiang Feng waved his hand and said plainly, "I only need the Wang Family's consent to lend the Xuan Warm Jade Marrow."

"No problem!"

Wang Haitao agreed without hesitation: "Compared to the life‑saving debt to the little brother, the Xuan Warm Jade Marrow is nothing! Anyone who dares to block it is opposing the Wang Family!"

When those words were spoken, Su Ruiqing and Su Xueyan both breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Haitao is the Vice President of the Chamber of Commerce, his status only three points below Su Ruiqing.

The matters he and Su Ruiqing approve together are hard for Zhao Xiong and Li Kun to obstruct.

Li Kun's expression turned a bit sour: "Brother Wang, you can't put it that way! The Xuan Warm Jade Marrow is communal property of the Chamber of Commerce, not something our family can decide alone; even if you agree, it still must..."

Before he could finish, Jiang Feng suddenly stepped forward and stood before Li Kun.

He glanced him up and down, a playful smile at his lips: "Patriarch Li, you should first look after yourself."

Li Kun was stunned for a moment, furrowed his brows and asked, "What's wrong with me? I'm fine! Don't try to change the subject!"

"Is that so?"

Jiang Feng smiled and pointed at Li Kun's waist.

"Do you each morning wake up with the left side of your waist so painful you can't straighten it, needing a servant to massage it for half an hour before you can move? And on rainy days, the pain is so bad you can't even walk, having to lie on your stomach to sleep at night?"

At those words, Li Kun's face changed instantly, and he instinctively covered his left waist: "You... how do you know?"

He had never told anyone outside, not even his brother Li Ao.

He thought the back pain was a minor issue, and exposing it would lose face, so he secretly consulted private doctors for half a year without improvement; he never expected Jiang Feng to spot it at a glance!

The surrounding people were also stunned, all turning to look at Li Kun's waist, wanting to see if there was really a problem.

Li Kun, feeling uneasy under the gaze, forced a calm roar.

"Stop spouting nonsense! I have no problem at all."

"Is that so?"

Jiang Feng's face carried a teasing tone: "What you have is a herniated disc compressing the nerve; if you keep delaying, it could lead to paralysis. The private doctors you consulted only prescribe painkillers; they can't treat the root cause, right?"

Li Kun's face turned completely pale; the private doctors he saw indeed said that and even urged him to have surgery, but he feared the risks and never dared to proceed.

Now that Jiang Feng had hit his sore spot, he could no longer be hard‑spirited, and his tone unintentionally softened.

"Do you have a way to cure it?"

Jiang Feng nodded.

"I only need three silver needles, and I can guarantee you'll never feel pain again. But..."

He deliberately paused, saying nothing further.

But Li Kun was shrewd; he instantly grasped Jiang Feng's meaning and quickly said,

"Regarding the Xuan Warm Jade Marrow! I agree! I'll sign right now! As long as you can cure my waist, not just the signature—any future need you have, the Li Family can also help!"

Li Ao stood nearby, his face almost buried against his chest.

He had just been sparring with Jiang Feng, and now his brother is pleading with Jiang Feng for treatment; how can he still have the face to speak?

Su Shian was even more stunned; he had originally thought that the Three Great Families joining forces could suppress the Su Family.

As a result, now the Wang Family and the Li Family have both turned to Jiang Feng.

Now only the Zhao Family remains, how can he still seize power?

Standing in place, like a Wood post, at a loss for what to do with his hands and feet.

Zhao Xiong watched this scene, so angry that his whole body trembled.

What a great opening, the Su Family is about to surrender.

But he never expected that Jiang Feng would suddenly appear and easily turn the situation around.

But now the Wang and Li families have both agreed; his lone opposition is useless, he can't really go to open war with the Wang and Li families, can he?

The Four Great Families are almost all on equal footing.

Their Three Families can suppress the Su Family; in other words, these Three Families can also press down on their Zhao Family.

Zhao Xiong clenched his teeth, his complexion so gloomy it seemed it could drip water.

"Fine! Since Brother Wang and Brother Li have both agreed, I won't stand in the way! However, Su Lao, don't get too happy yet! The Xuan Warm Jade Essence can be given to you, but whether the Su Family can hold out until the time to use it is still uncertain!"

Having said that, Zhao Xiong no longer stayed, turned around and walked away.

Only just after stepping outside, Zhao Xiong made a phone call out.

"Dragon Lord, our plan has failed…"