The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 14:

Qin Fei stepped into the corridor and pulled out his phone, dialing Wang Houde again. This time, the call connected quickly, and a deep, energetic voice came through. “Who’s speaking?”

“I’m the one with the Yin-Yang Fire Suppression Cauldron,” Qin Fei said straightforwardly. On the way home last night, Qin Fei had closely examined the cauldron and concluded it was likely the famous “Yin-Yang Fire Suppression Cauldron” from the Tang Dynasty, rumored to have been used by Emperor Taizong himself.

The Tang emperors were known for their alchemical pursuits, something anyone with a basic understanding of history would know. Qin Fei couldn’t help but marvel at his luck in stumbling upon such a treasure.

“Ah, it’s you, young man! Has the cauldron been repaired?” Wang Houde asked excitedly.

“Not yet. I’ve encountered a small problem. My father-in-law is gravely ill with hemolytic uremic syndrome. There’s one vial of the C5 monoclonal antibody available at the hospital, but they won’t release it. Do you have any solutions?” Qin Fei asked.

“I’ve dealt with hemolytic uremic syndrome before. It’s a genetic disorder that’s very hard to cure with current medical methods. However…” Wang Houde paused before continuing, “If you can gather a few rare herbs and combine them with your cauldron to create a medicinal pill, there’s hope for a full recovery.”

“Are you referring to the Nine-fruit Grass, Golden Toad Blood, and Jade Dragon Bone?” Qin Fei asked after a moment of thought.

Wang Houde chuckled. “Exactly. But as you likely know, these herbs are extraordinarily rare and nearly impossible to obtain. Without them, complete recovery would indeed be very challenging.”

“I’ll do my best to find them, but the doctors say my father-in-law has only half a month left. Is there no other way?” Qin Fei pressed.

“There is,” Wang Houde said. “Administering a dose of the C5 monoclonal antibody every six months can keep him stable. Tell me which hospital you’re at, and I’ll arrange for a box of this medication to be delivered.”

Qin Fei was momentarily stunned by the offer. “I’m at Jiangcheng Hematology Hospital. Thank you so much,” he said, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. 

With a full box of this medication, Yang Guoming could easily survive another two or three years, buying Qin Fei time to gather the rare herbs and refine the necessary pill.

“You’re welcome. May I ask your name, young man?” Wang Houde inquired.

“Qin Fei. Qin, as in the First Emperor, and Fei, as in soaring to the skies,” Qin Fei replied.

“A fine name, indeed. Qin Fei, I’ll have the medicine sent over shortly,” Wang Houde said, laughing heartily.

“Thank you. I owe you a great debt. Your kindness won’t be forgotten,” Qin Fei said sincerely. A box of C5 monoclonal antibody vials was worth at least tens of millions, and Wang Houde hadn’t even asked for a deposit before arranging the delivery.

“There’s no need to be so formal, Qin Fei. If you ever need my help in the future, don’t hesitate to ask,” Wang Houde replied warmly.

“Understood. Let me first share the good news with my wife.”

“Very well. Goodbye for now!”

After hanging up, Qin Fei headed back to the room to inform Yang Ruoxi of the development. Before he could speak, however, last night’s antagonist, Zhang Hua, walked in. “Ms. Yang, I’m here for the rounds,” Zhang Hua said, his tone distant and tinged with hostility.

Having been humiliated with a trash can the night before, Zhang Hua was seething. Now he was determined to make Qin Fei regret it, using the matter of the medication to put him in his place.

After all, Zhang Hua was a chief physician at a specialized hospital, while Qin Fei was nothing more than a freeloading husband. This time, Zhang Hua planned to make Qin Fei beg at his feet—or else rewrite his own name backward in shame.

Yang Ruoxi felt a little awkward when she saw Zhang Hua. “Senior, about last night… I’m sorry,” she said, apologizing on behalf of her husband.

“It’s fine. I wouldn’t stoop to arguing with an idiot,” Zhang Hua replied with a dismissive wave, shooting Qin Fei a condescending glance.

Yang Ruoxi smiled bitterly, realizing her husband’s reputation as a “simpleton” wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Unbothered by Zhang Hua’s attitude, Qin Fei turned and left the room, heading to the corridor for a smoke.

With Qin Fei gone, Zhang Hua’s arrogance swelled. His gaze lingered briefly on Yang Ruoxi’s legs before he said, “Ruoxi, I’ve reviewed your father’s condition. As you know, there’s only one vial of the C5 monoclonal antibody available in the entire province, and it’s already reserved. If I were to release it, I’d lose my job. But for you, I’m willing to take the risk. As adults, you understand there’s no such thing as a free lunch, right?”

“You’re saying the entire province doesn’t have any other vials of this medication?” Yang Ruoxi asked, her anxiety growing. While she had Wang Houde as a backup, she couldn’t help but worry that even he might be unable to cure her father.

Zhang Hua, noticing her hesitation, nodded confidently. “That’s right. If someone else can get this medication, I’d call them my master.”

His smugness grated on Yang Ruoxi. “How long can one vial sustain a patient?” she asked through gritted teeth.

“Six months at most,” Zhang Hua replied. After a brief pause, he added, “But don’t worry. As soon as the next batch arrives, I’ll prioritize you.”

“Thank you, Senior. I’ll explore other options for now,” Yang Ruoxi said firmly.

“Time isn’t on your side. If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” Zhang Hua said, reluctantly tearing his gaze from Yang Ruoxi before heading toward the door.

Just as he opened it, a trash can flew at him, scattering garbage all over his head.

Zhang Hua, enraged, pointed at Qin Fei and shouted, “You idiot! Are you even trying to save your father-in-law?”

“Of course, but I don’t need garbage like you to help,” Qin Fei retorted coolly.

Yang Ruoxi stepped out, both exasperated and furious. “Apologize to him right now,” she demanded.

“He has ulterior motives toward you. Why should I apologize? Just because he has the medication?” Qin Fei shot back.

“That’s right! I’m the only one in the entire province who can get that drug. Don’t like it? Then don’t come begging to me!” Zhang Hua yelled, his patience snapping.

Qin Fei smirked. “Beg? Why would I beg for one vial when I can get an entire box?”

With that, he opened the bag in his hand, revealing its contents with deliberate slowness.