Upon hearing Qin Fei's words, Shen Hongyi and Director Song simultaneously turned their gazes toward him.
"What nonsense," Shen Hongyi said dismissively. "Though a brain aneurysm and yang deficiency present similar symptoms, if it were a brain aneurysm, the hospital would have detected it long ago."
Director Song's expression also darkened as he couldn't help but glare at Sun Huadong beside him.
"Moreover, you didn't even take his pulse; how can you diagnose Director Song's condition? I think you're just bitter and trying to place a curse," Shen Hongyi sneered.
Qin Fei remained unfazed. He stood up from the sofa and smiled. "In traditional Chinese medicine, we rely on observation, listening, inquiry, and pulse-taking. You haven't mastered even the observation part, yet you dare to call yourself a master?"
Hearing this, Shen Hongyi's anger flared. He slammed his hand on the table, rising to his feet, and shouted, "Director Song, if you want me to treat your illness properly, then please get this kid out of here! I don't want to see him!"
Director Song shot a cold glance at Sun Huadong, saying, "You should pay attention to what Mr. Shen is saying."
"Er…" Sun Huadong's expression darkened as he found himself in a difficult position. He had initially wanted to use Qin Fei to do a favor, but now it seemed he had offended both sides.
"It's fine," Qin Fei said with a smile. "You don't need to feel awkward. I'll leave."
With that, Qin Fei turned and walked toward the door.
Of course, he didn't actually leave; he simply stood at the entrance, waiting quietly.
While Director Song's attitude was somewhat arrogant, saving a life was more important than personal grudges, and Qin Fei had no intention of holding it against him.
After a while, Director Song and Shen Hongyi exited the private room.
As soon as they stepped out, Director Song spotted Qin Fei standing at the door.
His brows furrowed as his impression of Qin Fei darkened further.
Many wealthy individuals often fell prey to charlatans and considered them to be their closest allies. Thus, Director Song viewed Qin Fei in the same light.
"What are you still doing here?" Director Song said coldly.
Qin Fei smiled. "Director Song, I'm waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?" Director Song asked, puzzled. "For what?"
"To see you for a diagnosis," Qin Fei replied with a casual smile.
Shen Hongyi snorted, "Director Song is just suffering from yang deficiency-induced migraines. I've already treated him; you probably won't get a chance."
Qin Fei didn't pay him any mind. Instead, he looked at Director Song and said, "If I'm not mistaken, your migraines have not only persisted but have likely worsened."
Upon hearing this, Director Song's expression changed slightly, and he nodded. "Indeed, when I stood up from the sofa just now, my head felt like it was being electrocuted."
"And you also feel drowsy and have a foggy mind, almost like you're drunk?" Qin Fei continued.
Director Song's face turned a shade paler as he stared at Qin Fei. "How do you know this?"
Qin Fei smiled and said, "I mentioned you're not just suffering from yang deficiency."
He turned to Shen Hongyi and asked, "Tell me, would symptoms like these arise from a yang deficiency?"
Shen Hongyi's face darkened. He stammered for a moment, his face flushing red, finally managing to say, "What do you mean?"
Before Qin Fei could respond, Director Song staggered and collapsed to the ground.
He clutched his head, looking incredibly pained and dazed.
"Get him inside!" Qin Fei shouted urgently.
Sun Huadong panicked; if something happened to Director Song here, his business would likely be ruined.
He quickly followed Qin Fei's instructions, helping Director Song onto the sofa in the private room.
Qin Fei turned to Shen Hongyi and asked, "May I borrow your silver needles?"
Shen Hongyi hesitated but ultimately handed over the needle pouch to Qin Fei.
Qin Fei took out three needles, inserting them into the Baihui, Fengchi, and Taiyang acupoints. Then, he took out four more needles, inserting them into the Hegu, Sanyinjiao, Xuehai, and Weizhong acupoints.
Watching from the side, Shen Hongyi frowned. The three main acupoints could alleviate headaches, while the other four points promoted blood circulation.
While these weren't particularly advanced techniques in traditional Chinese medicine, Qin Fei's methods were sharp, precise, and decisive.
His hands remained steady as he channeled his energy through the needles.
Director Song felt as if his head were submerged in warm water, gently caressed, and the pain quickly subsided.
"How do you feel, Director Song?" Qin Fei asked.
Director Song sat up from the sofa, rubbing his head in surprise. "It's actually better!"
Shen Hongyi frowned; his expression darkened. "Director Song, he might be right. Your condition could indeed be a brain aneurysm. I lack skill and must take my leave."
With that, Shen Hongyi prepared to exit.
Qin Fei smiled and said, "It's okay if you can't see it. Aneurysm symptoms rarely include migraines, only one to four percent of the time. Even an experienced doctor can misdiagnose it."
Shen Hongyi paused briefly, then turned to Qin Fei and subtly nodded before leaving.
Sun Huadong let out a long sigh, relieved that the heavy weight on his chest had finally lifted.
Director Song hurriedly stood up, repeatedly apologizing for his earlier demeanor.
"Do you have paper and a pen?" Qin Fei asked.
"Of course," Director Song replied, quickly retrieving them from his briefcase.
He handed them to Qin Fei, along with a bank card.
Qin Fei returned the card, smiling. "Director Song, you should keep it. If you truly want to thank someone, thank Mr. Sun instead."
Upon hearing this, both men felt a surge of goodwill toward Qin Fei, though they were also puzzled: how many young people could remain unambitious and not desire fame?
Such a mindset was something they could hardly compare to.
After receiving the paper and pen, Qin Fei wrote down several herbal ingredients: Atractylodes, Huai yam, lotus seeds, Job's tears, red dates, glutinous rice, and sugar.
"Follow my prescription to gather the herbs. Cook them slowly over low heat, and take them promptly. Within three months, your aneurysm should improve," Qin Fei said with a gentle smile.
Director Song took the prescription with the reverence of receiving a sacred command, unsure how to express his gratitude.
"I left in a hurry today and didn't bring anything valuable," Director Song said, removing a jade pendant from around his neck and handing it to Qin Fei. "This was given to me by a friend; it's said to be quite valuable. Please accept it!"
Seeing he couldn't refuse, Qin Fei accepted the pendant.
After leaving the KTV, Qin Fei stood at the entrance, waiting for a taxi.
Sun Huadong rushed out from inside, awkwardly saying, "Mr. Qin, don't you have a car?"
"Uh, no," Qin Fei replied with a wry smile. The owner of this body was indeed a freeloader; how could he have a car?
Sun Huadong thought for a moment and said, "Then let me give you a ride."
After dropping Qin Fei off, Sun Huadong called his secretary. "Prepare a car for me; the more expensive, the better."
"Understood, Mr. Sun. I'll arrange it for you tomorrow," the secretary replied.
"By the way, what about the tea leaves I asked you to buy?" Sun Huadong continued.
"The tea leaves are ready; I was planning to bring them to you tomorrow," the secretary answered.
Sun Huadong decided to send the tea leaves along with the car to Qin Fei.
Qin Fei quietly opened the door and was immediately greeted by a blinding light.
Su Yu was sitting on the sofa.
"You're not asleep yet?" Qin Fei said somewhat awkwardly.
Su Yu glared at him. "I thought you weren't coming back!"
"Of course not," Qin Fei replied, sitting down. Before he could settle in, Su Yu kicked him off the couch.
"What was that for?" Qin Fei exclaimed, feeling a bit irritated.
Su Yu threw her phone at him, saying, "You should take a look at this."
Confused, he took the phone, seeing a WeChat conversation with Li Shilan.
"This is my phone?" Qin Fei mumbled, realizing he hadn't used a phone in so long.
"Otherwise?" Su Yu shot him a frosty glare.