Then, he dropped to one knee, held his hands up before Lin Pingfan, and begged him to step in.
"The Young Lord's Token appears! I beg the Young Lord to act!"
Looking at the token, Lin Pingfan narrowed his eyes slightly, a flicker of emotion crossing his face.
After a long silence, he finally asked, "For the sake of a project, is it worth it?!"
"It is!"
Sun Wanxing nodded heavily, his tone filled with absolute conviction.
Once the Young Lord's Token came out, the Young Lord was bound to respond.
Lin Pingfan licked his lips, took the token from his hand, and said calmly, "Since you've made up your mind, take me to see the Richest Man."
Hearing this, Sun Wanxing was overjoyed. He hurriedly got to his feet, pushed Lin Pingfan out of the Jiahua Group building, and sped toward the Richest Man's estate.
The Young Lord's Token.
A token unique to the Young Lord.
Whoever obtained this token could ask the Young Lord to make a move just once.
At the same time, it required paying a heavy price.
As for how the token was acquired, or what price must be paid to use it—
No one knew.
In the whole of Yanxia right now, fewer than a hundred people possessed the Young Lord's Token.
Yet fewer than ten had ever actually used it!
In the car, thinking of Lin Pingfan's true status, Sun Wanxing felt a trace of anxiety and immediately spoke up, "Young Lord, Richest Man Zhao doesn't know your identity. Should I brief him beforehand..."
"No need!"
Lin Pingfan cut him off directly, saying indifferently, "I am saving him not to get acquainted with him, but solely because you produced the Young Lord's Token."
Renli Private Hospital in Haizhou City.
In a certain VIP ward, a middle-aged man with a pale face lay in bed.
*Cough, cough...*
With a fit of coughing, the white towel was already stained with fresh blood.
"Richest Man Zhao, it seems the recent treatment is having a great effect. The amount of blood in your cough has decreased significantly today."
"At this rate, in another half a month, you'll be fully recovered!"
"However, as for tonight's press conference, I'm afraid..."
An old man in a white lab coat poured the freshly decocted traditional Chinese medicine into a bowl with a melancholy tone.
Zhao Anran looked pale and weak. "Health is what matters; who has the time to worry about a press conference? I must thank Divine Doctor Li for his miraculous healing hands, or my fragile bones probably wouldn't have held up."
With a smile on his face, Li Qubing scooped up a spoonful of the medicinal decoction and said, "Richest Man Zhao, this time I specifically brought you top-grade wild ginseng. This stuff will do wonders for your recovery."
As he spoke, he fed the medicine to Zhao Anran.
After swallowing a mouthful, Zhao Anran nodded. "Divine Doctor Li, you are too thoughtful. Zhao will engrave this kindness in his heart."
"Richest Man Zhao, you are too polite. That you were able to invite me here at all shows you think highly of me! Besides, we have such an important collaboration this time; naturally, I must do everything in my power to cure your ailments."
Just as the two men were talking, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.
Sun Wanxing pushed Lin Pingfan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, into the room.
At the same time, Lin Pingfan's voice rang out.
"This medicine cannot be drunk."
"Unless you want to die!"
The sudden words nearly caused Zhao Anran to choke on the medicine.
His pale face darkened, and he was about to fly into a rage.
Then, seeing that the newcomer was Sun Wanxing, his expression improved slightly.
"Old Sun?!"
"Who is this?!"
"How dare he curse me to death?!"
Sun Wanxing felt like crying. He hadn't expected Lin Pingfan to be so blunt.
Still, he puffed out his plump chest and proudly introduced Lin Pingfan.
"Richest Man Zhao, this is the divine doctor I specifically invited to cure you!"
"As long as Mr. Lin takes action, your illness is guaranteed to be cured at once!"
If not for the fact that the Young Lord's identity could not be casually leaked, he would have loved to blast out Lin Pingfan's true background and put on a real show.
One had to know, the Young Lord's medical skills were heaven-defying; the people he wanted to save couldn't be taken away even by the King of Hell!
"A divine doctor?!"
Zhao Anran's brow twitched. His weak eyes filled with suspicion as he looked up and down at Lin Pingfan sitting in the wheelchair.
Then, he exchanged glances with Li Qubing.
A kid whose hair hadn't even fully grown dared to brazenly call himself a divine doctor?!
Lin Pingfan's expression remained calm. As soon as he entered the room, he twitched his nose slightly, smelling the medicinal odor in the air.
"Salvia, wild ginseng, safflower, angelica, white peony—you've got quite a mix of ingredients thrown into this decoction."
"He doesn't have a heart condition. Brewing all these things together isn't saving him—it's killing him."
Based solely on the scent of the herbal medicine lingering in the room, Lin Pingfan had already deduced its ingredients.
Yet, far from winning approval, his plain words caused Zhao Anran, lying in the hospital bed, to look at Sun Wanxing with a hint of reproach. "Old Sun, I know you're worried about my health, but a sick man shouldn't just grab at any doctor. Do you know who this is? He is the renowned Yanxia divine doctor I specially invited from the Imperial Capital, Li Qubing!"
"He is also the chief consultant for our Traditional Chinese Medicine Project this time."
The moment the name Li Qubing was uttered, Sun Wanxing's body trembled violently!
The Divine Doctor of Yanxia, a wildly famous name!
Sun Wanxing hadn't expected Zhao Anran to actually be able to retain Li Qubing for treatment, nor had he expected Li Qubing to be the chief consultant of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Project!
Yet, illustrious as that title might be—
Before the Young Lord, it was completely worthless!
After a brief pause, Sun Wanxing spoke up again. "Richest Man Zhao, your chronic ailment hasn't been cured all these years. The divine doctor I brought can genuinely cure your old illness!"
As soon as these words were said, Li Qubing's face turned exceptionally gloomy, rage burning in his gut.
He was in the middle of treating the Richest Man, and this wheelchair-bound loser waltzed right in and started calling the shots—he was clearly here to wreck the operation!
"Humph, with this old man here, Richest Man Zhao's illness will naturally be cured instantly."
"I have practiced medicine for decades; what stubborn diseases haven't I seen?!"
"If this brat is just here to visit the Richest Man, then I have no objection. But if he's here to show off his petty skills before an expert, he's come to the wrong place."
Anger flared in Li Qubing's eyes, causing his goat beard to tremble violently as he said darkly, "Medicine King Sun, you are insulting this old man!"
"Even if you brought a hospital intern, they'd be better than this cripple!"
Faced with this dual pressure, Sun Wanxing wiped away cold sweat, feeling like crying. He wished he could just blurt out Lin Pingfan's true identity.
"Whether medical skill is high or low has nothing to do with how many years one has practiced."
"Even with only a few years of practice, sufficient experience is enough."
"After all, there are still plenty of veteran practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine who carry the reputation of quacks."
Just as the atmosphere in the room reached the freezing point of tension, Lin Pingfan spoke again.
And his words, sounding as though he were obliquely mocking Li Qubing as a quack, were undoubtedly pouring oil on the fire!
"You... what did you say? Who are you calling a quack?!"
Li Qubing was furious, his wrinkled old face flushing red with rage!
Too lazy to waste any more breath on Li Qubing, Lin Pingfan said with an indifferent shrug, "Since you can cure him, it saves me the trouble anyway. Just let the Richest Man drink his medicine."
"However, if he drinks himself to death, I'm afraid it's going to put an end to your career."