Lin Fan casually corrected Master Xiao Ye’s prescription. This was Lin Fan’s judgment upon entering the room and observing the patient’s symptoms. He only noticed that Master Xiao Ye had made an error and kindly pointed it out.

Lin Fan’s casual remark immediately drew everyone’s attention, and for a moment, all eyes were fixed on Lin Fan.

Who is this young guy? He actually pointed out Master Xiao Ye’s mistake as soon as he arrived. He’s so young, even if he studied medicine, he’s probably not graduated yet. After all, studying medicine takes longer than the typical university course; this young man is likely just a medical student.

Medicine is different from other fields; it often relies on experience, which is why older doctors are more respected. Younger ones are generally less competent; occasionally, if a young doctor is exceptional, they can be considered a rare genius.

Lin Fan is indeed very young.

"Young man, who are you? Do you recognize that this is Master Xiao Ye?" a middle-aged man asked Lin Fan bluntly.

"Haha, this young lad, so young, isn’t he here to stir up trouble?"

"I think he’s messing around. Master Xiao Ye was at a critical moment of saving lives, and he interrupted, delaying the important matters!"

"Adding Western medicine’s anti-inflammatory drugs, is this serious? We’re practicing Chinese medicine here!"

"Master Xiao Ye, don’t bother with him, just continue quickly."

A group of old Chinese medicine practitioners all chimed in, indicating that Lin Fan should be ignored.

Master Xiao Ye glanced at Lin Fan, wanting to say something, but the patient was screaming loudly, and the patient’s family was urging him. Master Xiao Ye didn’t have the time to bother with Lin Fan and rushed to give the medicine to the patient, offering water to help him swallow it.

The patient impatiently poured the medicine powder into his mouth and swallowed it down with water.

Watching the patient take the medicine, Master Xiao Ye anxiously wiped his cold sweat, staring intently at the patient to observe his reaction.

After taking the medicine, the patient began to calm down and stopped yelling.

The middle-aged white woman stepped forward and asked with concern, "Darling, how do you feel?"

The white man replied, "I don’t seem to be in as much pain anymore. Ah, I feel like I’m getting better."

"Really? That’s great!" Several white people cheered.

Seeing this, the old Chinese medicine practitioners immediately praised Master Xiao Ye, giving him thumbs up.

"Master Xiao Ye indeed lives up to his reputation, inheriting the true teachings of Master Ye!"

"Respect, respect, it still must be Master Ye!"

"Master Xiao Ye has really made us Chinese medicine practitioners proud this time!"

"When it’s time to collect the fees, Master Xiao Ye shouldn’t hold back; it’s what we Chinese medicine practitioners deserve!"

Hearing everyone’s praise, Master Xiao Ye couldn’t help but feel a bit proud. He had been unsure before, never expecting to be able to cure the patient. Of course, this wasn’t just luck; without some skill, he wouldn’t have the good fortune.

"Everyone is too kind. My mother always taught me to be bold and careful in practicing medicine, and today is the best proof of that," Master Xiao Ye said, taking the opportunity to praise his mother.

The old Chinese medicine practitioners nodded, expressing their gratitude, and gave Master Xiao Ye another round of compliments.

Now that Master Xiao Ye had the time to address Lin Fan, he looked up at Lin Fan and asked, "Who might you be, young brother?"

Lin Fan was about to speak.

The old Chinese medicine practitioners seemed to remember Lin Fan, glancing over with disdain.

"This boy was just rambling nonsense earlier; fortunately, Master Xiao Ye didn’t listen to him."

"Exactly, if he had listened to him, it would have destroyed Master Ye’s reputation."

"Is this kid here to cause trouble? What’s his background?"

"I don’t think we’ve seen this person in Chinatown before!"

Lin Fan smiled faintly, not taking these words to heart. He wasn’t here to compare who was better; besides, these people were wrong, and reality would prove them wrong.

Lin Fan looked at Master Xiao Ye and said, "I came to find you for something, but you’re not finished with your matter yet. I’ll speak later."

Master Xiao Ye was puzzled: first, what did Lin Fan want with him? Second, Lin Fan said his matter wasn’t finished; what did that mean?

"Ah!"

Just then, the white man suddenly screamed.

Originally, everyone thought he was getting better, and his family members were about to help him get up, planning to transfer him to a wheelchair and take him away.

However, before the white man could sit up, he suddenly clutched his stomach and screamed, his face turning pale as paper, cold sweat pouring down as he fell back down.

"Doctor, what’s happening?" the middle-aged white woman shrieked.

Master Xiao Ye hurriedly stepped forward to examine, feeling the white man’s abdomen and then his forehead.

"Bad news, he’s got a fever. His condition seems to have worsened!" Master Xiao Ye exclaimed.

What?

Everyone exchanged glances. Wasn’t he getting better just now? Why did this happen? Instead of improving, he suddenly got worse?

"What’s going on? What is the situation?" the middle-aged white woman asked urgently.

Master Xiao Ye’s forehead was sweating as he wiped it, saying, "This means if we can’t bring down his fever, he may be at risk of losing his life. If his body temperature continues to rise, it will be beyond recovery."

"Why is this happening? Hurry and find a way to save him!" the middle-aged white woman said excitedly.

Master Xiao Ye frantically began to attempt a rescue, but obviously, he failed. The sweat on his forehead steadily increased, while the white man’s condition deteriorated at a terrifying rate, completely beyond his ability to treat, and he could only helplessly watch the white man dying.

The nearby old Chinese medicine practitioners were all stunned; what the hell is happening?

"Sir, do you know medical skills? Could you save my brother?"

That younger white woman walked up to Lin Fan then, holding onto Lin Fan.

Seeing that Master Xiao Ye was already at a loss, and the other old Chinese medicine practitioners had all been seen and none were capable, the only one left was Lin Fan, the mysterious young man who earlier corrected Master Xiao Ye’s prescription. Perhaps he could try.

Seeing this white woman actually ran to beg Lin Fan, the old Chinese medicine practitioners all silently shook their heads; isn’t this absurd? It’s desperation at its finest.

"Well, I think we should quickly get him to the hospital for emergency treatment?" The middle-aged man suggested shamelessly.

Saying this was really embarrassing for Chinese medicine. They hadn’t cured the person, were watching as they caused harm, and eventually had to send them to a Western hospital for emergency care. If that’s not losing face for the ancestors, what is?

But life is precious, and even if it’s embarrassing, it can’t be helped; if the person actually dies here, their reputation would suffer even more.

The worst off would be Master Ye, who would face closure and possibly legal repercussions.

"It’s too late; if we send him to the hospital, he’s likely to die halfway. Since the family requested me, I’ll give it a try." Lin Fan said in English, while stepping toward the hospital bed.

Suddenly, everyone focused on Lin Fan. This kid was going to take action; can he really handle it?