The Supreme Young Master

Chapter 15:

“Where did you even get that?”

Zhang Hua’s gaze was fixed on the box in Qin Fei’s hands, his breathing uneven.

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t believe that Qin Fei had managed to get an entire box of C5 monoclonal antibodies. It wasn’t just about the scarcity of the medicine; a single box was worth over 10 million yuan. Aside from the wealthiest elites, how could any ordinary family afford such a luxury?

But the evidence was right before him. 

Not only had Qin Fei acquired the box, but he had done so in just one night. 

Could it be that this man really had some kind of extraordinary connections?

As Zhang Hua’s thoughts raced, his gaze momentarily flickered toward Yang Ruoxi’s stunning figure. 

Desire quickly overcame reason. 

With a subtle gesture, he signaled the attending physician nearby and said, “The patient’s family has obtained a box of C5 monoclonal antibodies. Proceed with the treatment.”

The doctor understood immediately and extended a hand toward Qin Fei. “Hand over the medicine. This drug requires specialized equipment for injection and must be stored in low-temperature nitrogen. Otherwise, it will lose its efficacy.”

“Alright, thank you for your efforts,” Qin Fei said, handing over the bag without much thought. He then glanced at Zhang Hua, his tone calm but laced with mockery. “Why are you still standing here? Planning to call me Dad?”

“You’re something else, alright,” Zhang Hua muttered coldly, his face a mask of embarrassment as he stormed off toward his office.

Yang Ruoxi let out a sigh of relief and turned to Qin Fei. “Did Elder Wang give you the medication?”

“Yes. Each dose lasts six months, and there are six doses in the box. Dad should be fine for at least three years. By then, medical science might find a complete cure,” Qin Fei replied with a nod.

“Thank you this time,” Yang Ruoxi said sincerely. Her feelings toward Qin Fei had started to shift. Though her previous impression of him had been overwhelmingly negative, the past two days had made her see him in a new light. Perhaps that car accident had truly brought about a change.

“Heh, Dad’s sick. If I don’t care for him, who will? Stop overthinking it. We’re family,” Qin Fei said, gently taking Yang Ruoxi’s delicate hand. This time, though her face flushed, she didn’t pull her hand away immediately.

After a few seconds, Yang Ruoxi finally withdrew her hand, her heart pounding as though a little deer was racing around inside. She muttered softly, “I’m going to check on Dad.”

“I’ll go with you,” Qin Fei said with a smile, feeling that life was starting to look up. Now that he’d held her hand, maybe a kiss was next, and within a few months, perhaps they’d finally share a bed.

As he followed Yang Ruoxi into the hospital room, his thoughts were filled with these pleasant imaginings.

Thanks to the medicine, Yang Guoming had already regained consciousness. 

Seeing his daughter and son-in-law by his side filled him with both comfort and concern. “Ruoxi, Xiao Fei, how much did all this cost?”

Although Yang Guoming was a deputy-level cadre, his long-term health issues had left him semi-retired, with limited income. Frequent medical expenses and other costs had drained his savings, leaving little beyond the family home. The idea of yet another hospital bill weighed heavily on him.

“Dad, it didn’t cost much. Just focus on recovering; Xiao Fei and I will take care of everything,” Yang Ruoxi said, glancing at Qin Fei. Her heart softened, and she realized that Qin Fei seemed far more dependable now than before.

“Really? That’s good to hear,” Yang Guoming said, visibly relieved. He couldn’t help but notice the change in his daughter’s attitude toward Qin Fei, which only added to his satisfaction.

After chatting for a while, Li Meifang entered the room carrying a bag of nutritional supplements. Following some pleasantries, Yang Ruoxi excused herself, saying she needed to return to the police station. Qin Fei also decided to leave, eager to continue his quest for rare metals to repair the cauldron.

With Yang Guoming awake and stable, Li Meifang stayed behind to care for him while Qin Fei and Yang Ruoxi left the hospital together. As they reached the parking lot, Yang Ruoxi asked, “Are you heading home, or do you have somewhere else to go? I’m running late for work, so you’ll need to grab a cab. Here, take this card. Once the five million is exchanged, deposit it here.”

She handed him her salary card, a gesture that made it clear she was starting to trust him. Even though Qin Fei didn’t work, she decided to give him the card, letting him spend freely as he wished.

“Thanks, Ruoxi,” Qin Fei said, genuinely touched. He stared at her in the sunlight, her radiant complexion and lips seeming impossibly alluring. How he wished he could steal a kiss.

But Yang Ruoxi noticed the look in his eyes and immediately shot him a warning glare. “Don’t get any ideas. Behave yourself and rest at home.”

“Alright. Take care,” Qin Fei said, getting out of the car and waving cheerfully as she drove away.

Once she was gone, Qin Fei headed to a nearby bank, withdrawing a few thousand yuan to cover his expenses before making his way to the scrapyard to search for rare metals.

As he walked down the street, a familiar voice called out behind him. “Stop right there, you liar!”

Turning around, he saw Zhao Muxin standing under the sunlight, dressed in a white sundress that accentuated her elegance. She looked like a budding daffodil, but her expression was one of frustration as she glared at him. “I’ve been looking for you all morning!”

“What for?” Qin Fei asked, scratching his head in confusion.

“Come with me!” Zhao Muxin grabbed his wrist, pulling him across the street and into a quiet corner of the park. Once there, she released him and demanded, “Qin Fei, do you think I’m an idiot?”

“No,” Qin Fei replied with a wry smile, shaking his head.

“Then why does my dad treat me like one? Why does everyone around me treat me like one? They’ve even made me take a month off from school to see a psychologist. Why doesn’t anyone believe me?” Her eyes reddened, and she looked as if she were about to cry.

Qin Fei sighed, uneasy at the sight of her tears. “Miss Zhao, if others think you’re foolish, what does that have to do with me?”

“It’s all your fault! You clearly used a tree branch to kill a wolf, so why won’t you admit it? And those three kidnappers you defeated—how did the credit end up going to Zhou Kai from the police force? Now everyone’s saying I had some kind of hallucination. Was it all just my imagination?” Zhao Muxin demanded, her frustration boiling over.

“Ah, so it’s about that,” Qin Fei said, sighing deeply. 

Looking at her tear-streaked face, he felt a pang of guilt. He wanted to tell her the truth—that none of it was an illusion.

But he knew she’d only cling to the story, possibly revealing it to others. The more people who knew, the greater the risk to his safety.

With a heavy heart, he said calmly, “Miss Zhao, you might be overthinking this. You’ve seen what I’m like—just an ordinary man with a limp. How could I defeat three kidnappers or kill a wolf with a tree branch? You were just too stressed, and it caused a hallucination. Go home, rest, and try to forget all this.”

“You liar! You’re lying to me too, aren’t you? What are you hiding? I hate you, you fraud!” Zhao Muxin stomped her foot angrily, then stormed off toward a parked Mercedes.

Qin Fei shook his head as he watched her leave, silently hoping this would be the last he’d hear of it.

Later that day, with a bag full of scrap metal, Qin Fei returned to the villa, only to find it empty. Assuming Yang Ruoxi was still at the hospital, he pulled out his phone and called her.

The moment the call connected, her icy voice came through. “Qin Fei, get over here immediately!”