Qin Yexuan was outside the hospital, surrounded by more than a dozen Song family members.
These subordinates of the Song family were not from the same faction.
They were divided into four groups.
Standing in four directions in a very orderly manner, they were clearly not allies.
Qin Yexuan understood at a glance.
They were the subordinates of Song Shixiong's four wives.
For example, the group on the left, with the most people and the strongest, was the maternal relatives of the eldest wife.
On the right, there were only two people, two young female assistants. A glance at their company IDs on their chests showed they were hired by the fourth wife with money.
Interesting.
Song Shixiong was about to die, but his four wives had completely different ideas.
The one who most wanted Song Shixiong dead was the legitimate wife, the eldest wife!
As the legal nominal mistress of the Song family, as long as Song Shixiong had no will, she could absolutely inherit the Song Jing conglomerate.
The second and third wives should be conflicted.
With Song Shixiong dead, they would get at least 30% of the property.
But if the old man didn't die, they could continue to wait. When the eldest wife died, wouldn't they be able to become the official madam?
As for the youngest and weakest fourth wife, she absolutely did not want the old man to die now.
She couldn't compete with the first three, and she didn't have many connections. Once the old man died, even with a will, she wouldn't get much.
Qin Yexuan stood in the middle of these four groups, and finally looked at the two female assistants of the fourth wife's subordinates: "Call your fourth madam and ask her to come over."
The female assistant hesitated for a moment, then made the call.
Soon, a beautiful woman, appearing to be in her thirties but actually in her forties, walked down from upstairs.
She was well-maintained, wearing a hip skirt, and her skin was fair and firm under the black sheer top. She carried a subtle fragrance as she walked.
Her wavy hair fell on her shoulders. At this moment, the fourth madam's eyes were swollen from crying. She walked over a few steps and looked directly at Qin Yexuan: "You... what skills do you have to say you can cure my husband?"
Qin Yexuan looked around: "Let's talk in a quiet place! It's best to hurry and take me directly to the ward. I'll take the old man's pulse, and I can cure him in no time."
The fourth madam looked coldly, bit her lip, and said, "Do you think I'm an idiot? If I take you up like this, and you can't cure him, and my husband dies, won't I become a sinner? Humph, I won't be that foolish."
Qin Yexuan smiled slightly: "Then forget it."
He walked through the crowd and headed straight for the door.
"Wait, wait!"
The fourth madam, in high heels, rushed forward desperately, reaching out to grab him charmingly: "Hey, child, why are you so angry? Come, come, let's talk over there with Auntie."
As expected, she was a shrewd and capable woman. While turning her anger into a smile, the fourth madam secretly gestured for her subordinates to block the door.
Qin Yexuan's appearance was a lifeline for her, and she certainly wouldn't let him go easily.
"What's your name? Where did you study medicine? Are you a traditional Chinese doctor or a Western doctor?"
The fourth madam led Qin Yexuan to a sofa and asked gently.
"It's useless for you to ask these questions. I don't have any medical license, nor do I have the divine doctor heritage you expect. I'm mostly self-taught."
Qin Yexuan said indifferently: "Your husband's organs are weak, first due to old age, and second, he had a cold in his youth that wasn't treated properly, leaving a root cause. I don't know how you've been treating him, but he must have been relying on a ventilator and various instruments to prolong his life these days."
The fourth madam was stunned by his demeanor: "Well, it's not like that. I personally invited the four great national physicians of Chaoge for a consultation, and they prescribed six formulas, but, but they were all useless."
Qin Yexuan smiled: "Four doctors opening six formulas for you, it's no wonder it's useless. You don't need to tell me, I know what herbs they prescribed."
"Ginseng, deer antler, Solomon's seal, Polygonatum, Polygonum multiflorum... these are the usual suspects."
The fourth madam was shocked and quickly took out a prescription, looking at it carefully: "It's true, the six formulas are different, but most of them are what you mentioned."
Qin Yexuan chuckled: "These herbs have one thing in common: they won't kill anyone when eaten, and they won't cure any illness."
The fourth madam's eyes were like waves, she held his hand, and her whole body was about to cling to him: "Young man, if it were you, what medicine would you prescribe for an elderly person whose organs are aging and can no longer recover on their own?"
"No herbs will work, unless it's a legendary immortal elixir or lingzhi."
Qin Yexuan said solemnly: "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws. What I can do is activate a spiritual energy and send it into his body, allowing him to last another ten years! After ten years, even an immortal can't save him."
Spiritual energy?
This was too mysterious.
The fourth madam repeatedly shook her head, unable to hide her disappointment.
At this moment, Secretary Zhang appeared, clearing his throat from a distance.
The fourth madam quickly got up: "Little Zhang, you're here at the right time, can Shixiong speak?"
"Fourth madam, please don't rush." Secretary Zhang maintained a respectful distance and said, "The old master has lain down again. He asked me to speak to this young man who claims to be a divine doctor."
The fourth madam stepped aside.
Secretary Zhang took out a card: "The old master said he thanked you for coming. Regardless of whether you are a swindler or not, he is very grateful, so this card is a token of his gratitude. It's our group's consumption card, with 100,000 yuan inside."
Qin Yexuan did not take the card, and coldly sized up Secretary Zhang.
This seemed very rude.
Secretary Zhang was furious, but he held back: "The old master also said that he is not ill, but old. And when he was young, he had a cold that was not treated properly, leaving a hidden ailment. The old master also said that birth, aging, sickness, and death are natural laws, and one cannot force them."
The fourth madam trembled all over, her beautiful eyes fixed on Qin Yexuan, and she was stunned on the spot.
All these words were what Qin Yexuan had just said.
Could he really have an extraordinary background?
Qin Yexuan stared at Secretary Zhang, and sneered: "Since Song Shixiong is so open-minded and believes that birth, aging, sickness, and death are destiny, why does he still seek help from ghosts and spirits? Does he want to make a deal with the demons of Lingmeng Mountain? He's courting death!"
Secretary Zhang's body trembled violently, and he staggered back three steps, pointing at Qin Yexuan: "You, you, you..."
"What about me?" Qin Yexuan walked over coldly: "If I'm not mistaken, you are responsible for negotiating with the demons, aren't you? You are already covered in demonic energy, and it has invaded your body for at least three days. It's not Song Shixiong who will die first, but you!"
Saying that, he formed a finger seal, circulated the spiritual power within his body, and drew a demon-exorcising talisman in the air.
Fine golden lines appeared before the eyes of the fourth madam and Secretary Zhang.
The golden lines shifted like brushstrokes under the young man's fingers, instantly transforming into a talisman, covered with intricate ancient Daoist symbols.
Poof!
Qin Yexuan's demon-exorcising talisman landed directly on Secretary Zhang's chest.
Secretary Zhang's face turned green, and with a "wow," he spat out a long black worm.
"A leech from the demon race..." Qin Yexuan stepped on it and crushed it, then grabbed Secretary Zhang by the collar and dangled him upside down.
Gasp...
Secretary Zhang coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, which was full of leeches.