Tang Wan had no idea what Lin Feng's intentions were. Seeing him still looking calm and composed at this moment, she couldn't help but be curious about how Lin Feng planned to resolve their current predicament.
Just as Tang Wan was feeling bewildered, Zheng Youlong, who had been cursing moments ago, suddenly collapsed onto the ground, clutching his chest in pain and convulsing violently.
This sudden turn of events immediately drew everyone's attention.
"Youlong, what's wrong?"
Zheng Dali, sensing that something was amiss, quickly stepped forward to inquire.
"Dad, I'm in so much pain. Did I accidentally ingest some of the poison when I was administering it? Dad, you... you have to save me quickly!"
Zheng Youlong, drenched in sweat, whispered in agony.
Zheng Dali soothed him, "Don't be afraid, Youlong. This poison won't kill anyone. I have it under control. Just hold on for a while longer. This way, it can also prove my medical skills!"
"Vice President Zheng, your son's condition is similar to my grandfather's. What's going on? Could it be that your son also has myocardial hypoxia?"
At this moment, Tang Pinliang suddenly realized something.
Upon seeing Zheng Youlong's symptoms, everyone noticed that they were indeed exactly the same as when Old Master Tang had his episode earlier.
"That's right. With the change of seasons, myocardial hypoxia is common. However, this minor ailment is easily treatable for me!"
Zheng Dali said with a smug smile.
"Dad, stop showing off. If you delay any longer, I'll be crippled. Hurry up and save me!"
Zheng Youlong cried out in panic. His face had already turned purplish-blue, and he was in so much pain that he was almost on the verge of fainting.
"Don't rush, Youlong. Your father will treat you now!"
Seeing that the time was ripe, Zheng Dali pretended to be solemn, took out a silver needle, and inserted it into Zheng Youlong's chest. Then, while no one was paying attention, he slipped an antidote into Zheng Youlong's mouth.
After doing all this, Zheng Dali said with smug satisfaction, "There, Youlong, your illness is completely cured. You can get up now!"
"Dad, I can't get up! I'm in too much pain, I'm going to die, I'm really going to die!"
Zheng Youlong's tears were flowing from the pain, and there was no sign of improvement at all.
"That's not right. According to logic, you should be better by now!"
The smile on Zheng Dali's face gradually froze.
However, to be on the safe side, he gave Zheng Youlong another antidote.
The result was still the same – no effect.
Zheng Youlong was in agony, struggling to breathe, his entire body writhing on the ground like a convulsing octopus.
The scene stunned everyone present.
"Vice President Zheng, didn't you say your son also has myocardial hypoxia? Why isn't your medical skill working this time?"
The Tang family members began to question him, having sensed that something was amiss.
Especially Tang Wan, who was standing beside Lin Feng, was now gazing at Lin Feng with a strange look!
In her opinion, Zheng Youlong's sudden illness must have something to do with Lin Feng.
As Tang Wan had expected, Lin Feng then stepped forward and said, "Vice President Zheng, didn't you say your son's illness is exactly the same as Old Master Tang's? Then why don't you treat him!"
"This, this!"
Zheng Dali was at a loss. He had already given Zheng Youlong two antidotes, and they had no effect.
However, Zheng Dali's mind worked quickly. He feigned a cough and said, "Cough, cough, my son indeed has the same illness as Mr. Tang. It's just that my son's condition has mutated, so... we need to call an ambulance for hospital treatment!"
"What? Your son's illness has mutated?!"
Everyone frowned. This was the first time they had heard of myocardial hypoxia mutating.
Lin Feng was also amused by Zheng Dali's words. He walked up to Zheng Youlong and said, "A quack doctor is just a quack doctor. For such a minor illness, you need to trouble an ambulance. I think you're not even fit to be a vice president!"
"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting? If you've got the guts, you come and treat him!"
Zheng Dali retorted angrily.
"If I treat him, then I treat him. However, if I cure your son, it will prove that my medical skills are superior to yours."
Lin Feng said with a cold smile. After speaking, he took out silver needles from his pocket and inserted them into Zheng Youlong.
Lin Feng's acupuncture technique was very skilled. After a few needles, Zheng Youlong, who had been rolling on the ground in pain, quieted down.
"Vice President Zheng, see? What did I say? Your son's minor illness doesn't need an ambulance at all. Isn't he jumping around and lively now!"
Lin Feng put away his needles. His calm words almost made Zheng Dali explode with rage.
But he had to admit that Zheng Youlong was indeed better, having been cured by Lin Feng's few needles.
"Dad, what happened to me? Why did I get better after he poked me a few times? Shouldn't you be the one to cure me?"
Zheng Youlong was also very confused. Logically, this moment of glory should have belonged to his dad.
"Divine doctor, truly a divine doctor! Young friend Lin Feng, you have truly made this old man look at you with new eyes today!"
Tang Qingshan, having witnessed Lin Feng's medical skills, praised him without reservation.
"That's right, Young Divine Doctor Lin, you are truly a hero emerging from youth! I'll toast you!"
The people present were all amazed by Lin Feng's medical skills and began to step forward to curry favor with him.
After all, everyone present would fall ill, and befriending a divine doctor even more capable than Zheng Dali was extremely important!
"Not at all, not at all. I just casually poked him. You are flattering me."
Lin Feng smiled humbly, his low-key demeanor earning him even greater admiration from everyone.
On the other hand, the Zheng family found themselves ignored, becoming air as everyone fawned over Lin Feng.
Sensing the situation was not good, Zheng Dali quickly grabbed Tang Pinliang's arm and forced a smile, "Young Master Tang, our family came today with important business that we haven't discussed with Old Master Tang yet. It's about the Tang family investing in the hospital I'm affiliated with. Can you help me report this to the old man?"
Tang Pinliang's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Report what nonsense! With your meager skills, do you think you deserve our Tang family's investment?"
"Even if there's an investment, it would be for Divine Doctor Lin. You can go cool off somewhere else!"
Tang Pinliang cursed impatiently. A mere vice president was nothing in his eyes.
"Ah!? Young Master Tang, you, you can't treat me like this! I haven't made any contributions, but I've certainly put in the effort!"
Zheng Dali was on the verge of tears, feeling as if he had tried to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice.
"Dad, it's all this useless guy surnamed Lin's fault. If he hadn't stolen your thunder, we wouldn't have ended up like this!"
Zheng Youlong said fiercely.
"That's right, this brat ruined my plans. I will absolutely not let him off. In a while, I'll make him understand the consequences of offending me!"
Zheng Dali also harbored great resentment towards Lin Feng at this moment.
Only Qin Wenwen was speechless, her expression complex.
She looked at the disheveled Zheng father and son, then at Lin Feng, who was being praised by everyone, and felt a sickening feeling in her stomach, as if she had swallowed a fly.
She had never imagined that the useless good-for-nothing she had always looked down upon would become the center of attention.
"Lin Feng, Lin Feng, don't get happy too soon. There will be a day when you cry. What Qin Wenwen cannot have, she would rather destroy with her own hands!"
Qin Wenwen gritted her teeth venomously, her hatred for Lin Feng deepening.