Chapter 21: Poor People Shouldn't Get Sick

"Yu Fan, you've come at just the right time. Tell your wife to go home, and come back when you've scraped together enough money. This hospital is not a charity."

"Li Yuan, I beg you to think of a way. I'll go scrape the money together right now, but Juanjuan's illness cannot be delayed any longer. Please don't drive her away; I'll pay the full amount this afternoon," Yu Fan said anxiously.

"Forget it, Yu Fan. You've been dealing with hospitals for the past few years; from your father to your wife, they've long since hollowed out your family."

Li Yuan said disdainfully, "If you ask me, poor people shouldn't get sick. If you get sick, you can only wait to die. Who can you blame for that?"

"Li Yuan, how can you talk like that? We were all classmates. Now that Yu Fan is in a difficult spot, if you aren't going to help, why are you here attacking him?" Chen Yu was furious.

"Yo, you're Chen Yu?" Li Yuan looked for a long time before she realized who it was, then she sneered, "Only a freak like you would still be in contact with Yu Fan now."

"He's borrowed a lot of money over these years, even from loan sharks. As for you? You only know how to drink, gamble, and beat your wife, haha."

"You..." Chen Yu was stunned. The last time he borrowed money from Yu Fan was a year ago—he borrowed ten thousand. Back then, how had he managed to scrape together ten thousand for him?

On the way, he had also learned of Yu Fan's experiences: after graduation, his father had cancer, which spent all their savings. Last year, his father passed away, and his wife contracted a rare heart disease. Now, he works several part-time jobs every day, not daring to take a moment of rest.

"Li Yuan, I beg you." Yu Fan was almost in tears.

"Husband, can we go home first?" Watching her husband, a seven-foot man, speaking so humbly, Liu Juan struggled to stand up, hugged his head, and cried, "Let's go home, I won't get treated anymore."

"If you want to cry, get out and cry! This is a hospital; what kind of decorum is this, acting like you're at a funeral?" Just then, a doctor walked over and scolded, "The leadership is coming to inspect later. Li Yuan, do you still want to get your permanent position or not?"

"Director Zhang, I'll drive them away immediately. Please, put in a good word for my staff position." Seeing this man, Li Yuan's face was immediately covered in smiles.

"Don't you worry about that. I have acquaintances at the bureau; I'll call them out for a meal later." Director Zhang acted as if it were no big deal.

"Is this your classmate?" Director Zhang glanced at Yu Fan and his wife. "Li Yuan told you, didn't she? The hospital policy is at least ten thousand for a hospital admission deposit."

"Don't come here with a few hundred or a thousand. Come back when you've scraped enough together. Besides, your wife's heart disease is rare. If you want surgery, you have to queue up to book an expert..."

"A hospital is a place to save lives and heal the wounded. Has it now become a place for you people to suck blood for profit?" Chen Yu sneered.

"Who are you? What right do you have to accuse us? The hospital is not a charity. If you have no money, turn left outside; there's a place selling urns for a few hundred bucks." Director Zhang pointed outward.

"Fine, you're the Department Director, right?" Chen Yu said coldly.

"That's right, my name is Zhang Lei. If you want to file a complaint, there's a complaints department on the second floor of the lobby." Zhang Lei wore an expression that said, 'What can you do to me?'

Chen Yu was furious. He took out his phone, intending to teach this guy a lesson, but just then, Liu Juan's brows locked together, and she clutched her chest, her expression pained.

"Wife, what's wrong, Wife?" Yu Fan was shocked.

"Yu Fan, let me." Chen Yu stepped forward and placed his right hand on Liu Juan's hand. He frowned: "Qi-Yuan Two-Injury, blood stasis in the heart. Is this Qi-Blood Two-Injury type heart disease?"

"Yes, yes it is. This kind of heart disease is rare; it can only be managed. The success rate for surgery isn't high either." Yu Fan's eyes were red.

"It's fine, it's not a big problem. I'll treat her." Chen Yu smiled and casually took out a portable needle case.

After treating Lin Lao, Chen Yu had prepared a set of needles for emergencies.

"Chen Yu, what are you doing? Are you going to treat her?" Seeing his posture, Li Yuan couldn't help but be shocked.

"What, is that not allowed?" Chen Yu glanced at Li Yuan.

"Ah haha, you, a junior college graduate from medical school who's been drifting at the very bottom of society—you can treat illnesses? You're killing me with laughter." Li Yuan burst into laughter.

"What are you doing? I'm telling you, she has already been forcibly discharged. If you cause any problems with your needling, don't come looking for our hospital for trouble," Zhang Lei warned.

"Don't worry, I absolutely won't look for your hospital for trouble." Chen Yu glanced coldly at Zhang Lei, then asked, "Yu Fan, do you trust me?"

"I..." Yu Fan didn't know how to answer. Although he hadn't seen Chen Yu for a long time, he knew how degenerate Chen Yu used to be. That he could treat illnesses—Yu Fan really didn't believe it.

"I really can treat your wife's illness. I never knew you were struggling so much these past few years and still lent me money. We are good brothers; I won't joke with your wife's life," Chen Yu said earnestly.

"Fine, I believe you, Chen Yu. Juanjuan's illness is in your hands." Yu Fan gritted his teeth; he had no other choice.

These past few years, the illnesses of his father and wife had hollowed out all his money. If something really happened to Liu Juan, he would just go with her.

"Sister-in-law, take a nap. You'll be fine when you wake up," Chen Yu said.

"Chen Yu, I believe you too." Liu Juan gasped for air, cold sweat dripping in large beads from her forehead. In truth, she was now only hoping Chen Yu would treat her to death; that way, she wouldn't be a burden to her husband, and she would be relieved herself.

Chen Yu pressed on her neck, and she fell into a sleep. Chen Yu helped her lie down on the recliner and then began the acupuncture.

"Heh heh, your name is Chen Yu? Do you know what illness she has?" Zhang Lei sneered.

"Heart disease," Chen Yu said flatly.

"And do you know what type of heart disease it is? I am the Director of the Internal Medicine Department. Her rare heart disease is something even our hospital's expert consultation couldn't handle."

"The best method is drug control. If it's truly severe, come to the hospital for intensive treatment. Even for authorities in internal medicine, the success rate for surgery is less than thirty percent."

"Do you think that you, a hoodlum at the bottom of society, are more capable than us elite experts at the top of society?"

"Pardon my bluntness," Chen Yu took out a needle and said while cautiously inserting it, "These so-called elite experts of yours aren't even worth a fart in my eyes."

"What did you say?" Zhang Lei was furious.

"You surnamed Chen, are you looking to die? Do you know who you're talking to? Director Zhang graduated from a top-tier medical school, has published articles in major medical forums and journals, and is a leader in the Fengling medical field."

"What right do you have to talk to Director Zhang? Does a gambler like you deserve to?" Li Yuan said angrily.

"You'd better shut up before I finish the acupuncture." Chen Yu glanced coldly at Li Yuan. His gaze was incomparably sharp; Li Yuan's heart trembled, and she didn't dare to speak.

"Heh heh, I'm going to see if a big-shot like you will needle someone to death." Zhang Lei sneered.

How could he possibly believe that Chen Yu could cure Liu Juan's illness? Even the top experts in their hospital had no way to handle this disease.

Chen Yu stopped talking. The pathology of Qi-Yuan Two-Injury heart disease was complex and required Qi-Controlling Needle to treat. He had not yet fully grasped the first level of the Profound Void Sacred Clarity Scripture, and he could barely condense a trace of Qi in his body.

Therefore, his acupuncture was extremely strenuous. After a few needles, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But fortunately, he could persist. Clearing the Qingling Aperture, dredging the blood stasis—twenty minutes later, Chen Yu lifted his right hand, and the acupuncture was complete.

Removing the needles, Liu Juan slowly woke up. She was covered in cold sweat, but a hint of ruddiness had returned to her pale face.

"Wife, how are you?" Yu Fan asked nervously.

"I feel great. My body is very light, and my heart doesn't ache faintly anymore. It's just like a normal person's," Liu Juan said with pleasant surprise.

"Chen Yu, is Juanjuan really okay now?" Yu Fan asked eagerly.

"I'll write a few prescriptions. Take them on time after you go back, and after a few more acupuncture sessions, it will be fine." Chen Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It seemed he had to find a way to fully grasp the Sacred Clarity Scripture. If he reached the first level, his acupuncture wouldn't be this strenuous, and he could cure it in one go.

"Chen Yu, you are our benefactor." Yu Fan's voice trembled, incomparably moved.

"Saying that is being a stranger; I won't forget the favor you did for me." Chen Yu gripped his hand tightly.

"You, did you just stumble upon this by blind luck?" Zhang Lei, standing to the side, looked at Liu Juan with suspicion; Liu Juan's complexion was now rosy, and her voice was full of vigor, not at all like someone who was ill.