Treating the sick and saving the dying is only right and proper.

It is entirely reasonable for Xue Bengui to be skeptical. After all, a man had suddenly barged in late at night, spouting a string of incoherent nonsense, unable to explain his background, and being deliberately evasive even about his master's moniker. It was no wonder he aroused suspicion.

"Do you believe me? I only need to take a single glance at your young miss to know every single ailment she suffers from."

The people in the living room exchanged glances. While there was a shred of credibility in the man's words, they still secretly looked down on Ye Fei's antics, treating him like a monkey that had wandered in just to clown around.

Xue Bengui's brows were tightly knitted together. Countless renowned physicians had already examined his daughter, and even major hospitals had failed to cure her. Based solely on this young punk's empty words, he could not bring himself to believe that Ye Fei could heal his beloved girl.

The old master gave a soft cough and withdrew his suspicious gaze. *This brat seems to have some genuine tricks up his sleeve; it is probably best not to chase him out too hastily.*

Noticing that the old man's expression had softened considerably, Ye Fei knew that today's endeavor was a near certainty.

"Old master, as you know, having wandered the pugilist world for so many years, I have never once proactively offered to help anyone treat an illness," Ye Fei said with an air of absolute sincerity.

Having spent many years navigating the cutthroat world of commerce, Xue Bengui was not about to gullibly believe that Ye Fei possessed the benevolent heart of a bodhisattva, casually making house calls to solve people's troubles out of the goodness of his heart. Could this fellow have set his sights on his daughter?

The moment this thought crossed his mind, Xue Bengui—standing firmly in his position as an overprotective father—found Ye Fei more and more repulsive the longer he looked at him. He snapped ungraciously, "Really now! You show up uninvited and insist on curing our patient. Even if you are a divine doctor, who knows what kind of shady, ulterior motives are lurking in your heart?"

Ye Fei suddenly strode right up to him, pointed at his own chest, and declared, "To heal the wounded and rescue the dying is only right and proper! How could I possibly miss out on an opportunity to accumulate such great karmic merit?"

The statement sounded utterly unselfish. Behind him, Chen Yu let out a soft chuckle; Ye Fei was truly becoming more and more shameless by the day.

Xue Bengui was taken aback by Ye Fei's retort. Regardless of whether he was a genuine miracle worker or not, this brat's speech was so airtight that he left no opening for anyone to refute him.

"Then go ahead and take a look. If you glance at her and fail to diagnose my daughter's condition, what then? My daughter never sees outsiders, you know."

Ye Fei nodded thoughtfully, wearing a deadpan, solemn expression. "How about this—what if I simply marry her?"

Xue Bengui never imagined that Ye Fei could be so utterly shameless as to utter such words aloud. Before Xue Bengui could even open his mouth to curse him, Chen Yu stepped up from behind and gave Ye Fei a fierce pinch, casting a withering glare in his direction.

***

"You two, my brother just speaks without thinking. If he fails to diagnose the illness, I am willing to offer you three million yuan of my own accord." This three million yuan was the absolute limit of the capital Chen Yu had left to her name.

Ever since she had been swept out of the Chen family household, her funds had been steadily draining away. Day after day, she could only watch helplessly as her money flowed out like water, with not a single coin coming back in.

Now, Chen Yu was willing to stake her final reserve of capital to back up Ye Fei, which clearly demonstrated how deeply she trusted and relied upon him.

Ye Fei gently squeezed Chen Yu's hand. He knew this was her last remaining fortune, and leaning in close to her ear, he whispered, "Don't worry, sis! This three million is your dowry; I won't take a single cent of it."

He glanced at the closed bedroom door upstairs and marched up eagerly, completely ignoring the Xue family members trailing closely behind him. "Is it this room?"

Xue Bengui was dissatisfied with Ye Fei by a factor of ten thousand. Inside someone else's home, this fellow acted as though he had been wound up like a spring; a person like this definitely did not hail from an elite aristocratic background. At best, he was a bumpkin from the remote mountains—though calling him a mountain bumpkin felt like an insult to actual villagers!

Ye Fei gave the door a gentle knock. It was pulled open from the inside, revealing a dim, gloomy room. Guided by the light streaming in from the doorway, one could barely make out the silhouette of a person lying on the bed.

Every single one of the female maids looked deathly pale, and at that sight, Ye Fei's heart grew more than half cold.

In this world, if a living person is deprived of the nourishment of sunlight, how are they any different from a ghost? In the long run, it would be a miracle if one's health didn't completely collapse.

"Good grief, it's a whole nest of vampires," Ye Fei exclaimed in astonishment.

...

Chen Yu was utterly dumbfounded, while the Xue family members behind him were gnashing their teeth in suppressed fury. A single casual meal for Xue Bengui cost hundreds of thousands, so he didn't care about a mere three million; but upon hearing Ye Fei's remark, even the most patient temper Xue Bengui possessed finally snapped.

"Say that again if you dare! You're the vampire, your entire family is full of vampires! Don't say I didn't warn you, you'd better watch your step—the influence of the Xue family..."

Ye Fei raised a finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture as he said softly, "Alright, alright, I know your Xue family has plenty of influence. Let's go! Don't wake your daughter from her sleep. Why don't you come downstairs with me and we can talk?"

Could he really diagnose the illness with just a single glance? Xue Bengui pulled the door shut quietly and followed Ye Fei back downstairs.

***

"Your daughter suddenly collapsed a month ago. Furthermore, over this past month, not only has her weight plummeted, but she has also lost all interest in food and drink, acting almost as if she were lovesick. Am I right?" Ye Fei crossed his arms over his chest, striking a confident, roguish pose.

Chen Yu thought to herself that once they returned, she absolutely had to give Ye Fei a lesson on how a divine doctor was supposed to carry himself; every single time this fellow stepped forward, he always managed to get himself ridiculed.

The sickly-looking man standing beside Xue Bengui exhibited very similar symptoms. Pointing directly at him, Ye Fei remarked, "This brother of yours is suffering from the exact same thing, isn't he?"

If they had doubted him before, they had no choice but to believe him now. The old man leaned heavily on his cane as he stood up, offering a slight, respectful bow to Ye Fei. "Young man, you truly are the savior of our family. As long as you can cure our child, I will give you anything you desire."

Xue Bengui, who had been full of suspicion moments ago, now nodded laboriously in agreement.

Ye Fei snapped his fingers and said excitedly, "Alright, it's a deal! May I take your young miss's pulse now?"

*Well~* Ye Fei had only managed a rough assessment earlier. To pinpoint the exact root cause of the illness, it seemed he had no choice but to take her pulse after all.

Chen Yu leaned in close and whispered, "The things you said just now—you weren't just making them up on the spot, were you?"

Ye Fei was momentarily startled. Indeed, he *had* just been winging it earlier; upon seeing the young miss's sickly, withered appearance, tossing out a few specialized-sounding terms had been enough to cover his bases.

"Keep it down, this is all part of my strategy."

Ye Fei headed back upstairs. When that door was opened once more, a faint, peculiar scent drifted out from the room. It didn't smell like perfume, and its volatility was quite low, yet it permeated the entire space.

"What a lovely fragrance. Has she been taking some kind of medication?"

A maid spoke in a low voice, "Divine doctor, please keep your voice down. The young miss's mental state is very frail, and I am afraid of startling her by accident. These are medicinal pills given to us by a Daoist priest, instructed to be placed by the window every day. He claimed the young miss would fully recover within twice seven days. But now, two full periods of seven days have passed, and there is still no sign of improvement."