Chapter 85: I Have a Better Way

Li Xiaolong asked curiously.

Li Yueyao's cheeks flushed slightly as she rebuked him, "Xiaolong, don’t say things like that. He’s just my friend."

Li Xiaolong grinned, "Sister, I know you well. You’re grown up now, it’s about time you had a boyfriend."

Li Yueyao turned and saw Ye Fei’s ambiguous smile, her face deepening in color.

Her parents exchanged glances. Her father asked coldly, "Didn’t I tell you to bring money? Did you bring it?"

Before Li Yueyao could answer, Ye Fei interjected, "Uncle, Aunt, may I ask, how do the doctors plan to treat Xiaolong’s illness?"

Li Yueyao’s father handed him a diagnosis report with a frosty expression. "The doctor treating Xiaolong is Director Zhang from the hospital. He studied abroad for years, earned a prestigious doctorate in medicine, and is renowned. Other doctors couldn’t identify Xiaolong’s illness, but Director Zhang found it in one examination. He’s very capable."

Ye Fei nodded, took the report and glanced at it, letting out a cold laugh.

Li Yueyao’s heart tightened. "What’s wrong, Ye Fei?"

"This treatment plan is chaotic, the medication mismatched, the diagnosis completely off—a heap of rubbish," Ye Fei said with disdain, shaking his head and tossing the report onto the floor.

No sooner had he spoken than Li Yueyao’s parents’ faces darkened. Her mother shouted, "What’s wrong with you? If you don’t understand, don’t talk nonsense! Get out!"

She then pointed at Li Yueyao, "Li Yueyao, I have to say, what have you become out there? You don’t come home, you don’t send money, and now you bring just anyone in front of your family. I really raised an ungrateful child!"

"Mom, you’ve misunderstood—"

Li Yueyao’s expression turned sorrowful, but she was interrupted by a mocking voice.

"Quite the arrogant statement!"

A middle-aged man in a white coat pushed open the door and entered. "I’d like to see which expert dares to question my diagnosis!"

As soon as this man entered, Li Yueyao’s parents greeted him with smiles. "Director Zhang, have you finished lunch?"

Director Zhang snorted, glanced at Ye Fei indifferently, hands clasped behind his back. "Since you doubt my medical skills, please go ahead and arrange discharge procedures. Other patients are waiting for their examinations!"

Li Yueyao’s parents paled immediately, scrambling to apologize. "Director Zhang, please don’t joke with us! In Hangzhou, everyone knows your reputation. If we discharge our child, he’ll be beyond saving!"

Director Zhang’s expression softened a little. He nodded towards Ye Fei with a mocking tone, "Isn’t this a doctor? Since he can read my report, surely he’s a renowned expert himself. If you have suggestions about my diagnosis, please share them!"

Concerned for his son’s life, Li Yueyao’s father hurriedly pleaded, "Director Zhang, please don’t misunderstand. This person is just my daughter’s friend—not a doctor, not an expert in the field. Please don’t take his words to heart!"

He then shot Ye Fei a resentful glare, blaming the young man for causing trouble.

Why did you, an outsider, insist on putting on airs? Throwing away Director Zhang’s report—what is that supposed to be?

Ye Fei remained calm, pointing at the report with his foot. "Director Zhang, did you write this diagnosis yourself? No one else contributed?"

He had studied military medicine during his service in the army, so he could easily understand the report.

Director Zhang sneered, "What, you look down on me, Zhang Haitian? Let me tell you, in all of Hangzhou, I am probably the only one with a chance of curing this stubborn illness! Anyone else would have refused to treat it!"

Ye Fei smiled, "Director Zhang, it’s not about looking down on you. But I could offer you a better method—would you like to try it?"

Director Zhang laughed arrogantly, "You’re young, likely the child of a medical family at best. Surely you don’t know more than me, a doctorate-educated returnee from abroad?"

Ye Fei replied, "I studied traditional medicine in my early years with a veteran military doctor—diagnosis through observation, listening, interrogation, palpation. I know a thing or two about these symptoms."

Director Zhang’s laughter grew even louder. "Traditional medicine? Hahaha… Are you joking with me? That stuff isn’t even recognized by international medicine, and you dare use it for diagnosis?"

"Let me advise you, young man, this is the era of Western medicine. Take cancer, for instance—everyone knows only Western medicine has any chance to cure it, and you want to talk about traditional medicine?"

"Do you really think boiling up some weeds and animal fur in a soup can save lives? Ridiculous!"

Hearing this, a cold light flashed in Ye Fei’s eyes. He despised doctors who disparaged traditional medicine, and he retorted, "Do you even understand traditional medicine? It’s a national treasure!"

"It’s a vast library of wisdom compiled by five thousand years of our ancestors. Do you know how many stubborn illnesses were cured by traditional medicine centuries ago?"

"As a Chinese person, you not only worship the West, but freely belittle our national heritage. Did all these years go to waste?"

"You—!" Director Zhang was stunned, glaring angrily. "How can you be so rude?"

He then turned to Li Yueyao’s father. "You’d better arrange discharge procedures right away! I can’t treat this illness anymore—if you want treatment, ask this young man who understands traditional medicine!"

Li Yueyao’s father panicked, grabbing Director Zhang’s sleeve and pleading, "Director Zhang, please calm down! I swear on my life, this person isn’t a doctor, he just showed up uninvited. We’re desperate! If you refuse to treat Xiaolong, he’s finished!"

Director Zhang raised his brows, casting a slow, disdainful glance at Ye Fei. "Since you’re not here to treat the patient and you’re not a doctor, why are you still standing here? Get out, or I’ll call security."

Li Yueyao’s father turned to Ye Fei with a grim face. "We appreciate your concern for Xiaolong, but please don’t interfere. My son’s life is at stake—if you don’t understand, don’t speak nonsense. Please leave now."

"Father, how can you say that—" Li Yueyao stepped forward to speak for Ye Fei, but her mother quickly pulled her back, signaling her fiercely to stay silent.