"I apologize, Du Fei. My granddaughter grew up abroad and speaks without regard for etiquette. I hope you don't take it to heart."
Seeing that his granddaughter had no intention of apologizing and repeatedly stated that any apology would be due to her grandfather's status, Wang Qiyang could only apologize to Du Fei himself.
After speaking, Wang Qiyang immediately regretted mentioning Du Fei to his granddaughter.
Although Wang Qiyang knew he shouldn't interfere with his granddaughter's freedom, every time he thought about her abandoning the profound art of Traditional Chinese Medicine to study Western medicine abroad, he felt unhappy.
Furthermore, after his granddaughter returned, she often debated with him, citing numerous examples of Western medicine's advancements and development.
Wang Qiyang, being in his seventies, was no match for his granddaughter's sharp tongue in debates.
Therefore, he wanted to use Du Fei as an example, hoping to show his granddaughter that the profound and exquisite essence of Traditional Chinese Medicine, with its thousands of years of history, was far superior to Western medicine, which was less than two hundred years old.
However, to his dismay, his granddaughter, influenced by his earlier words, now called Du Fei a swindler, infuriating him.
"Elder Wang, as the saying goes, the genuine will always prevail, and the fake will eventually be exposed. As long as I truly possess skill, no amount of talk can negate it."
Du Fei smiled faintly, appearing completely unfazed.
Seeing Du Fei's demeanor, Wang Zhongling became even more convinced he was a swindler, albeit a very skilled one, who had even managed to deceive her grandfather to the point where he sided with an outsider like Du Fei instead of his own granddaughter.
In fact, before entering, Wang Zhongling had devised several strategies to expose Du Fei, this swindler, hoping to make her grandfather give up on Traditional Chinese Medicine entirely and return abroad with her.
But now, Du Fei's calm attitude left her with a sense of futility, like throwing a punch at cotton.
This guy was indeed capable of deceiving her grandfather; he was truly detestable.
"What is it? Ah, I understand. I'll be there right away."
Someone from the back courtyard entered, first bowing respectfully to Wang Qiyang, then whispering a few words to Hu Weiguo.
Hu Weiguo informed everyone that a patient had arrived who was a bit difficult, so he needed to attend to them.
Wang Qiyang waved his hand, signaling him to go ahead.
"Du Fei, your willingness to open a TCM clinic and use your medical skills to help people is a good thing. I will certainly give you my full support. Rest assured."
Wang Qiyang continued their previous conversation.
Du Fei nodded to Wang Qiyang. "Elder Wang, thank you in advance."
"Hmph, putting on a show!"
Unable to expose Du Fei, Wang Zhongling felt disgruntled.
Wang Qiyang shot her a glare and was about to scold her when suddenly, a commotion erupted from the front of Renxin Hall, growing louder and louder.
As the founder of Renxin Hall, Wang Qiyang couldn't simply ignore it.
As he stood up, Du Fei and Wang Zhongling also followed him towards the front.
Wang Zhongling let out a cold snort at Du Fei, who completely ignored her. Enraged, Wang Zhongling gritted her teeth and shook her small, fair fists at Du Fei's back.
"Doctor Hu! Please, you must save Xiaoqian, I beg you."
"Xiaoqian! You must be alright. Your mother can't live without you!"
Inside Renxin Hall, a middle-aged woman sobbed loudly.
The patients seeking treatment were gathered around.
Hu Weiguo, who had just come from the back courtyard, was sweating profusely.
"Weiguo, what's wrong with this little girl?"
As soon as Wang Qiyang arrived, he immediately instructed the staff of Renxin Hall to disperse the onlookers, preventing a crowd and potential interference with the treatment.
Upon seeing Wang Qiyang, Hu Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained, "Master, this is the girl's mother. When she brought her daughter in, she said the girl was vomiting and had diarrhea, and wanted two doses of medicine. Shortly after, the patient foamed at the mouth. When I arrived and tried to examine her thoroughly, the girl suddenly started convulsing and has now lost consciousness."
"Quick, send her to the nearest hospital immediately. Don't delay the best time for treatment."
Before Wang Qiyang could speak, Wang Zhongling, standing nearby, blurted out.
"Go get the Zhenjing Decoction right away."
Wang Qiyang calmly directed his disciple. At the same time, he took a small wooden spoon from the side and placed it in the girl's mouth for her to bite, then pressed her philtrum with his thumb.
Hu Weiguo brought the Zhenjing Decoction with utmost speed, had the staff of Renxin Hall pry open the girl's mouth, and slowly poured it down.
After drinking the Zhenjing Decoction, the girl's body gradually calmed down.
"Thank you, thank you for saving Xiaoqian."
Seeing that the girl had stabilized, her mother profusely thanked them.
Hu Weiguo wiped the sweat from his brow, saying it was his duty.
"It's a good thing Elder Wang is here. The founder of Renxin Hall is truly remarkable."
"Indeed. Elder Wang is the honorary president of the Rongcheng Chinese Medicine Association. He has real skills."
"I always felt that the Traditional Chinese Medicine passed down by our ancestors is no worse than Western medicine. They just give IV drips for everything these days; it's a complete sham."
After the girl was saved, the surrounding crowd praised Wang Qiyang's excellent medical skills.
Wang Qiyang seemed not to hear the surrounding praise, and quietly said to Hu Weiguo, "Go and prescribe three more doses of Zhenjing Decoction for her to continue giving to the girl when she gets home."
"Understood."
Hu Weiguo nodded.
Unexpectedly, just as Hu Weiguo was about to prepare the prescription.
"Wah!"
"Pfft!"
The girl, whose condition had stabilized moments ago, suddenly vomited several large mouthfuls with a "wah."
Subsequently, a foul, fishy smell filled the entire Renxin Hall.
Wang Zhongling, standing closest, instinctively covered her nose.
"Master, look."
Without Hu Weiguo needing to say anything, Wang Qiyang and the others could see that the little girl lying there had suddenly turned pale, and her breathing was growing weaker.
In just over ten seconds, the girl's breathing was about to cease completely.
Wang Zhongling said, "Hurry and send her to the hospital. I hope it's not too late!"
With that, she immediately moved to pick up the little girl to take her to the hospital.
"Stop! Don't touch her!"
Wang Zhongling's hand, which was about to lift the girl, was grabbed by someone.
"It's this critical, and you're still causing trouble! Do you want to kill this little girl?"
Wang Zhongling turned around and, seeing that it was Du Fei who had grabbed her hand, she couldn't help but yell.
Du Fei looked at her coldly. "The nearest hospital is more than ten minutes away. By the time you get there, the little girl will already be dead."
"If you want to help save her, then stand aside; that's the greatest help you can offer."
"Elder Wang, I need an absolutely quiet environment for what comes next. I hope you can help me escort all unnecessary people out."
In this critical moment, Du Fei appeared remarkably calm and spoke in an orderly fashion.
"Alright."
Wang Qiyang did not doubt Du Fei at all. He then instructed Hu Weiguo and the other staff of Renxin Hall to usher all the onlookers out.