The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 12:

Yang Ruoxi’s nightgown was loose around the neckline, and as she stood up, her delicate beauty subtly rippled. 

Of course, Yang Ruoxi was completely immersed in the shock of discovering the old man’s true identity, oblivious to Qin Fei’s intense gaze.

Her heart pounded as if she had just won the lottery. 

She nodded and said, “Yes, I’ve been looking for him for a long time. But he’s elusive, and it’s been nearly ten years since he retired from the field of traditional medicine. Hardly anyone knows his whereabouts anymore.”

“Traditional medicine? Are you saying he’s an old Chinese doctor?” Qin Fei felt a sense of clarity. No wonder the old man could instantly recognize the value of the “scrap metal” in his bag—it made sense that he was highly skilled in medicine.

Although Qin Fei had experience with refining medicinal pills, healing illnesses wasn’t his forte. Seeing how excited Yang Ruoxi was, he decided to let it go without further comment.

“Yes, Mr. Wang is also known as the ‘Immortal of Traditional Medicine.’ Whenever he intervenes, no illness remains untreatable,” Yang Ruoxi said, her spirits lifting. 

She was overjoyed because her father, Yang Guoming, had been battling a chronic illness. Despite numerous hospital visits, there had been no improvement. Yang Ruoxi had searched far and wide for any trace of Wang Houde, but her efforts had yielded little. Those who knew of him said he had “sealed his needles” and no longer treated anyone.

Seeing the business card with Wang Houde’s name and contact details, she couldn’t remain calm. 

What excited her even more was that Wang Houde had promised Qin Fei a favor.

To Yang Ruoxi, this promise was far more valuable than five million yuan. After all, a healthy body is often priceless.

She sighed with relief, feeling like she had found a treasure without effort after a long, fruitless search. Returning the card to Qin Fei, she said, “Call him tomorrow. Let him know we’d like to visit and hope he can help treat my dad.”

“Of course. Whatever you say is like an imperial decree, wife. I’ll do it,” Qin Fei replied with a smile, taking out his phone and dialing the number on the card.

However, a cold automated message quickly interrupted: “Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off.”

“Wife, the old man’s health isn’t great, and it’s already late. He’s probably resting. I’ll call him tomorrow and we can visit him around noon,” Qin Fei suggested.

“Alright, let’s sleep then,” Yang Ruoxi said cheerfully, completely oblivious to the ambiguous undertone of her words.

Qin Fei’s mind wandered. 

He glanced at Yang Ruoxi’s slender figure and tentatively asked, “Wife, so… shall we sleep together?”

Yang Ruoxi immediately realized the implications of her words. Her face flushed red, and she glared at him. “You’re sleeping on the floor!”

“Oh, Dad did say something about giving me a task,” Qin Fei muttered, feeling a bit defeated. He understood that the idea of having a baby with Yang Ruoxi tonight was unrealistic. He would need to take things slowly, waiting for the day she truly fell for him. Everything would naturally fall into place by then.

“Stop using Dad as an excuse!” Yang Ruoxi’s face turned even redder as she shot him a glare. Deep down, she felt a strange, unfamiliar warmth. Qin Fei seemed slightly more appealing, though she still hadn’t warmed up to him fully.

“I’ll go shower, then sleep on the floor,” Qin Fei said with a sigh, running his hand through his hair as he walked toward the bathroom.

When he came out, freshly showered, the room was empty. 

Qin Fei looked around, puzzled. “Huh? Where’d she go?”

At that moment, the sound of an ambulance blaring outside caught his attention. A wave of panic surged through him. Could someone in the family have fallen ill?

Slipping on his sandals, Qin Fei hurried downstairs. 

He saw two nurses helping Yang Ruoxi push an unconscious Yang Guoming out of the house.

Li Meifang was tearfully following behind, clearly distraught and helpless.

“Wife, what happened to Dad?” Qin Fei asked, rushing over.

“His old illness flared up. I’m taking him to the hospital. You stay home and don’t wander around,” Yang Ruoxi said, instructing him firmly before heading out to start the car.

She hadn’t planned to bring Qin Fei along. Though Qin Fei had inadvertently met Wang Houde today, that didn’t mean he was capable of helping.

But Qin Fei wasn’t at ease. 

He had long noticed Yang Guoming’s health issues but couldn’t help much in his current state. However, he felt it was his responsibility as the family’s “man” to accompany them to the hospital.

When Yang Ruoxi pulled the car out, Qin Fei opened the door and got in, saying, “Wife, I’m the man of this family. If Dad’s unwell, it’s my duty to take care of him.”

“Fine, let’s go,” Yang Ruoxi said, her mind too preoccupied with worry to argue. She followed the ambulance all the way to the hospital.

After admitting Yang Guoming to the emergency room, Qin Fei and Yang Ruoxi waited outside.

After about ten minutes, a doctor came out, frowning. “Are you the patient’s family?”

“Yes,” both Qin Fei and Yang Ruoxi answered simultaneously.

“The patient is suffering from atypical hemolytic uremic syndrome. We need C5 monoclonal antibodies to treat him. Only the internal medicine director can authorize its use. You’ll need to find him. Also, be prepared mentally,” the doctor said solemnly.

“You mean… my… my dad…” Yang Ruoxi wavered, tears welling up in her eyes.

“For now, the patient is stable, but the issue lies with the medication. The C5 monoclonal antibody costs $45,000 per vial, and it’s not typically accessible to the general public. If you can’t obtain it, the patient won’t have long,” the doctor explained frankly.

“We’ll get the medication,” Qin Fei said without hesitation. It was just $45,000—around 300,000 yuan. With the 5 million yuan he had earned today, it wasn’t a problem. More importantly, stabilizing Yang Guoming’s condition meant they could visit Wang Houde tomorrow to fully address the issue.

“You don’t understand. This isn’t just about money. Fine, give it a try,” the doctor said with a shake of his head before walking away. He knew better than anyone that this medication wasn’t just expensive—it was practically reserved for a select few.

Yang Ruoxi wiped her tears and steadied herself. Looking at Qin Fei, she hesitated for a moment before saying, “Can I borrow your money for this?”

In her heart, she had never truly considered Qin Fei her husband. 

But now, they desperately needed money, and Qin Fei happened to have 5 million yuan. She wasn’t sure if he would readily agree, so her tone was cautious.

To her surprise, Qin Fei simply chuckled and said, “Wife, you don’t need to ask. What’s mine is yours. Whether it’s 5 million or 50 million, you can use it however you want.”

“Alright, let’s go find the internal medicine director,” Yang Ruoxi said, feeling a slight warmth in her heart. Together, they headed to the director’s office.

Inside, a balding middle-aged man wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses sat behind the desk. When he saw Yang Ruoxi, his small eyes behind the lenses lit up. “Ruoxi? Is that you?”

“You are…” Yang Ruoxi hesitated. Over the years, she had met many people and couldn’t immediately place this man.

“It’s me, Zhang Hua! Jiangcheng Medical University, Class of 2009. Remember when we had that joint event with the police academy? We met then,” Zhang Hua said with a broad smile.

“Senior Zhang, it’s you.” Yang Ruoxi’s face flushed slightly.

Back in her freshman year, she had been voted the most beautiful student at the police academy. During a joint event with Jiangcheng Medical University, Zhang Hua, then a senior, had taken a liking to her. He had even texted her a few times, asking her out for movies, but she had politely declined.

Now, finding herself needing Zhang Hua’s help made her feel uncomfortable.

Seeing her recognition, Zhang Hua laughed heartily. “I never thought we’d meet again after seven or eight years, Ruoxi. You’re even more beautiful than before!”

“Thank you,” Yang Ruoxi replied, blushing as she tried to remain polite despite her unease. Her father’s health was at stake, and she couldn’t let personal feelings interfere.

Qin Fei, however, wasn’t pleased. Yang Ruoxi was his wife, yet this doctor was blatantly flirting with her. 

Suppressing his irritation, Qin Fei cleared his throat and said, “Director Zhang, we’re here to get a prescription.”

“Ruoxi, who’s this?” Zhang Hua asked, adjusting his glasses as he looked at Qin Fei, who stood there in a tank top and flip-flops.