Chapter 4: He Doesn't Know Medicine at All!

“Senior Sister.”

Lin Ziyu glanced up and down at Lu Fan, making sure he was unharmed before grabbing his wrist. “My ancestor, if you had been any later, you’d be dead.”

Lu Fan sighed helplessly. “Sorry. By the way, senior sister, when we go down the mountain, Master told me not to act in the name of the sect. Just call me by my name.”

“All right.”

By the time they hurried into the living room, it was already packed with people.

The Qin family had sent out invitations far and wide. In Haishi, every noble family wanted to climb onto the mighty Qin tree, so everyone was showing off their talents.

The Jiang family wasn’t the most outstanding among the elite, so Jiang Ruxue could only stand on the outskirts, unable to enter the inner chamber.

She heard the sharp tapping of high heels and turned to see Lin Ziyu rushing over, pulling Lu Fan along at a brisk pace.

She was stunned, eyes wide in disbelief—how could such a useless man like Lu Fan be acquainted with Lin Ziyu, the eldest daughter of the Lin family, the Jiang family’s mortal enemy?

At that moment, she doubted whether she was dreaming or suffering from a hangover-induced hallucination.

As they drew closer, she couldn’t help but call out, “Lu Fan, what are you—”

“Move aside!” Lin Ziyu’s temper was notorious; she dragged Lu Fan past Jiang Ruxue without giving her a second glance.

From start to finish, Lu Fan didn’t spare her a single extra glance.

When Lu Fan followed Lin Ziyu into the inner chamber, a flood of questions filled her mind.

The most important one was this: even Jiang Ruxue, the general manager of the Jiang family, did not have the privilege to enter the inner chamber, yet Lu Fan did!

What right did this useless man have?

She thought about how Lu Fan would prepare herbal remedies whenever she had a cold or headache.

Could it be that he wanted to treat the Third Lord of the Qin family?

That was impossible!

He was nothing but a wild herbal doctor without even a medical license. Now that the Third Lord was critically ill, if he died under Lu Fan’s care, the Jiang family would surely be implicated.

Jiang Ruxue knew he didn’t want a divorce, but she never expected that in order to prove himself, he would take such an unorthodox path.

The sky was falling!

Jiang Ruxue felt her vision darken, her face pale as she nearly lost her footing.

She wanted to pull Lu Fan back but didn’t want to reveal their relationship in front of everyone, lest she be ridiculed.

If something happened to the Third Lord, the Qin family would eventually investigate the Jiang family, and then there would be no escape.

What should she do?

Lu Fan had no time to guess Jiang Ruxue’s thoughts. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, a strong medicinal aroma greeted him.

Most of the herbs were rare and precious, used to sustain life and prolong breath.

By the bedside stood members of the Qin family, and a doctor brought by Shen Qianye was conducting an examination.

Shen Qianye’s gaze fell on Lu Fan, and he immediately challenged him: “What are you doing here? Get out now.”

Lin Ziyu sneered coldly. “If he leaves now, I’m afraid every doctor in the world will have to hang up their coats!”

She led Lu Fan to an elderly woman with white hair, dressed in a qipao, exuding an aura of dignity.

“Madam, this is the person I told you about. With him here, we can surely cure the Third Lord!”

“That worthless man? Miss Lin, I understand your anxiety, but the Third Lord’s body is so precious—not just anyone can attend to him. If anything happens, can you bear the responsibility?” Shen Qianye scoffed.

Madam Qin’s eyes reddened slightly. She waved her hand. “Mr. Shen, please don’t be impatient. My son is critically ill. It won’t hurt to have more doctors examine him. Young man, since Ziyu recommends you, if you can cure my son, the Qin family will owe you a great debt.”

“Madam, I will do my best,” Lu Fan replied.

He looked at the emaciated man on the bed. Though tall, he had lost a great deal of weight in a short time, yet his abdomen was strangely swollen. Lu Fan reached out to examine him carefully.

At that moment, the senior doctor brought by Shen Qianye spoke: “The Third Lord suffers from a malignant tumor located in the abdomen—what we call intestinal cancer.”

Madam Qin shook her head. “If it were just intestinal cancer, targeted treatment would suffice. For the past two months, we have sought treatment everywhere. All leading experts and doctors have unanimously diagnosed intestinal cancer, but our MRI and biopsy reports show no spread of cancer cells.”

The old doctor frowned. “Strange. The Third Lord’s swollen abdomen and enlarged body, accompanied by malignant symptoms, undoubtedly indicate a tumor. I have practiced medicine for many years and would not be mistaken. Without prompt chemotherapy to control the condition, once the cancer spreads, no medicine will work.”

This was the Qin family’s dilemma. All doctors agreed it was a malignant tumor, but the tests indicated only a sarcoma.

Yet this sarcoma was more aggressive than malignant tumors, causing the Third Lord to lose hundreds of pounds rapidly, collapsing to the point where only a breath remained.

If treated as cancer, they feared he might not withstand the harsh medicine.

But without treatment, his condition worsened, with only days left to live.

The Qin family was at a loss and had sent invitations far and wide, hoping to find a miraculous doctor who could cure this strange illness.

“Impossible!”

Lu Fan, who had just finished his examination, suddenly spoke.

“The Third Lord does not have a malignant tumor.”

Shen Qianye immediately retorted, “This is the most authoritative tumor expert in the capital. Do you think you know better?”

“Treatment must be targeted. Anti-cancer drugs are aggressive and drain the body's vitality. The Third Lord is now on his last breath; using harsh medicine will only cause a rebound and worsen his condition.”

The old doctor looked at Lu Fan. “Young man, then what do you say it is if not a malignant tumor?”

Under everyone’s gaze, Lu Fan gently pressed the Third Lord’s swollen abdomen and said slowly and clearly, “The Third Lord is afflicted with a parasitic curse.”

“Ha! Someone who doesn’t even know how to diagnose diseases is making up stories? Madam, when did the Qin family’s standards fall so low that even such riffraff are allowed in?”

Shen Qianye expected Lu Fan to present a different diagnosis, but instead he heard such an absurd explanation.

Madam Qin hesitated and looked at Lin Ziyu. “Ziyu, are you sure you’ve got the right person? This young man looks so inexperienced...”

Lin Ziyu knew Lu Fan had come down the mountain to repair the spiritual veins and did not want to cause trouble for their sect, so she did not elaborate.

“Madam, if you don’t trust others, can you not trust me? Please believe him this once...”

At that moment, Jiang Ruxue’s voice rang out: “Madam Qin, I know Lu Fan. Allow me to speak honestly.”

Lu Fan’s eyes brightened as he stepped forward to take Jiang Ruxue’s hand. “Ruxue, you know me. Please speak to Madam for me.”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ruxue coldly pulled her hand away, her voice firm and resolute: “Madam, don’t believe him. He knows nothing about medicine!”