Chapter 12: Prepare for the Afterlife

Ye Bufan turned his head to look, only to see a girl in her twenties standing at the door, with a delicate Face, a tall figure, and a ponytail tied on her head, exuding a heroic and spirited aura.

"What are you doing? Don't you know my grandfather is a critically ill patient and can't be touched casually?"

The girl walked in, her Face full of anger. She was He Tianqi's daughter and He Changqing's Granddaughter, He Shuangshuang.

He Shuangshuang had a very stubborn temper. She had studied abroad in M Country for three years, but after returning, she did not follow the Family's arrangements to enter an enterprise. Instead, she passed the exam to become a police officer in the Public Security Bureau, and is now the deputy captain of the criminal police team.

"Shuangshuang, why are you back?" He Tianqi stepped forward and said, "This is Ye Bufan, Dr. Ye. He's here to see your grandfather."

"How old is he? And he's here to see my grandfather? Has he even graduated from medical school?"

Seeing that Ye Bufan was even younger than herself, a hint of disdain flashed across He Shuangshuang's Face, clearly not putting him in her eyes.

He Tianqi said awkwardly, "Shuangshuang, mind your manners. Dr. Ye is a Chinese Medical practitioner."

"Chinese Medical practitioner? That's a joke. Chinese Medical practice is inherently unreliable, let alone such a young Chinese Medical practitioner."

He Shuangshuang had received a Western education since childhood and had returned from studying in M Country, so she completely disdained Chinese Medical practice.

She continued, "Dad, let me introduce you. This is my friend, Doctor Gao Haisheng, a cardiopulmonary expert invited from the Imperial Capital."

Only then did He Tianqi see a middle-aged doctor in his forties standing at the door, followed by four or five assistants in white coats, carrying various medical instruments.

He Shuangshuang continued, "Doctor Gao is a Ph.D. from M Country, a top internal medicine expert in the Imperial Capital, with unique research in cardiopulmonary medicine, and has published twenty to thirty papers in journals sponsored by the World Medical Association.

Just a few days ago, Doctor Gao had already received an invitation from the World Medical Association and will soon become a member there.

This time, Doctor Gao turned down many engagements and came to see grandfather in his busy schedule."

Hearing the series of titles, He Tianqi quickly stepped forward and said, "Doctor Gao, you've worked hard."

Gao Haisheng nodded proudly, then said, "With me here, there's no need to find any other doctors for the Old Man's illness, especially some inexplicable Chinese Medical practitioners. Can those roots and rotten tree bark cure diseases?"

Hearing this, Ye Bufan's expression immediately darkened.

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It's fine if you like to show off, I won't say anything, but you don't need to slander Chinese Medical practice.

Cao Xinghua's Face also became extremely ugly. For someone like him, who had dedicated his entire life to Chinese Medical practice, he naturally couldn't accept others looking down on it.

He Shuangshuang completely disregarded their expressions, turned her head, and said to Gao Haisheng, "Doctor Gao, I'll leave my grandfather's illness to you."

"Don't worry, I will definitely provide the Old Man with the most advanced treatment in the world."

After Gao Haisheng finished speaking, he had his assistants take out various medical instruments and began to perform various examinations on He Changqing.

He Tianqi looked at Cao Xinghua and Ye Bufan somewhat awkwardly, "Uncle Cao, I'm sorry, you know this girl's temper, she speaks without thinking, please don't take it to heart.

You two rest for a bit, and after they're done, I'll ask you to diagnose my father."

These words were very polite, but everyone could see that between Gao Haisheng and Ye Bufan, he chose the former.

"Since someone is treating the Old Man, then we'll go back first."

Ye Bufan obtained the Legacy of the Ancient Medical Sect, and although his purpose was to save the world and help people, a Medical practitioner has his dignity and never begs to treat people.

Since the He Family didn't trust him, there was no need for him to stay here.

After speaking, he turned to leave, but was pulled back by Cao Xinghua.

"Xiao Ye, don't be in such a hurry to leave. In the Old Man's opinion, these people definitely can't cure Old He.

Over the years, Old He has seen many Western Medical experts and professors, but none of them had any solutions. Later, we'll still have to trouble Little Brother Ye to make a move."

He was also very dissatisfied with the He Family's behavior, but since it concerned his old friend's life and death, he couldn't bother to dwell on it too much.

Ye Bufan said, "Cao, the Old Master, it's not that I'm not giving you Face, but I always believe in fate when treating patients. I've never had the habit of begging to treat people."

Cao Xinghua said, "Xiao Ye, if we leave, it means we agree that Chinese Medical practice is inferior to Western medicine, which will make those people even more arrogant.

What we should do now is to cure Old He, use our Medical skill to slap them hard, and let Chinese Medical practice hold its head high."

These words moved Ye Bufan. Now that Chinese Medical practice was in decline, as the inheritor of the Ancient Medical Sect, he should indeed do something for Chinese Medical practice.

Aren't you, Gao Haisheng, awesome? Aren't you a Western Medical expert? Aren't you famous throughout Huaxia? Then today I'll slap your Face and let you see

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What true ancient Chinese Medical practice is.

Thinking of this, he no longer left and stayed with Cao Xinghua.

He Tianqi was very surprised by Cao Xinghua's attitude towards Ye Bufan, wondering what virtue and ability this Young man possessed to make Cao value him so much.

On Gao Haisheng's side, he and his assistants completed one examination after another for He Changqing, and finally, reports gathered in his hand.

Looking at the examination results in his hand, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He Shuangshuang nervously said, "Doctor Gao, how is my grandfather's illness? Is there still hope?"

Gao Haisheng sighed, shook his head, and said, "He's already critically ill. Hurry up and prepare for the funeral."

He Shuangshuang asked eagerly, "What? Doctor Gao, can't you think of another way?"

She had the best relationship with her grandfather and naturally didn't want to see Cao, the Old Master leave like this.

He Tianqi also said nervously, "Yes, Doctor Gao, you are an expert in cardiopulmonary matters. You must think of a way.

As long as my father can be cured, our He Family is willing to pay any price."

Gao Haisheng shook his head and said, "I'm really sorry. I am an expert, but I can't cure every illness.

The Old Man's illness has dragged on for too long, and coupled with his advanced age and declining bodily functions, even an immortal wouldn't be able to help. It's better to prepare for the funeral."

He Tianqi and He Shuangshuang both looked disappointed. Deep down, neither of them wanted to see this result.

At this moment, someone next to them said, "Is this your Western Medical expert? After studying in M Country for so many years, all you learned was how to tell the patient's Family to prepare for the funeral?"

The speaker was naturally Ye Bufan. He was indeed dissatisfied with Gao Haisheng's actions. He had just boasted so much, looking down on everyone, with the air of a divine doctor.

As a result, he turned around and had no solution, telling people they could only prepare for the funeral. What kind of doctor is that?

"Young man, what nonsense are you talking about?"

As an internal medicine expert in the Imperial Capital, Gao Haisheng was always flattered wherever he went. When had he ever been reprimanded like this?

He said angrily, "Doctors are not gods; not all diseases can be cured. The patient's condition is severe; it's not that I'm incompetent, it's that no one can cure it."

Ye Bufan sneered, "No one can cure it? Who gave you the courage to say such a thing? Can you represent all doctors in the world?"