Chapter 27: I Am a Divine Healer—Honest to All!

“That’s right, a true master.” He Meixuan hurried to explain to Chen Yufeng, “My mother was in a car accident half a year ago. She suffered a blow to the head and has been delirious ever since. We’ve consulted all sorts of renowned doctors and specialists, but their treatments have done little. She remains in that mad, confused state.”

“Oh?” Chen Yufeng stroked his long, fake beard, affecting an air of profundity as he gazed at her. “From your description, I’d say your mother’s trouble lies within her head. The situation sounds dire, but you’re in luck to have met me today. Here’s what we’ll do: take me to see your mother right now.”

“Alright... I’ll leave it to you, then.”

“That’s no trouble at all. As a divine healer, my creed is that saving a single life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. I have always taken pleasure in saving the dying and healing the wounded.”

Chen Yufeng continued to play the part of a worldly sage. This young lady was clearly the daughter of a wealthy family—just the kind of person he was waiting for.

“Very well, Divine Healer, come with me now,” He Meixuan replied. Although she harbored doubts, she had no other options left. Even if he was just a charlatan, she had to at least try.

“Hold on.” Chen Yufeng did not rush to follow. Instead, he glanced at her with a meaningful look. “Miss, let me remind you—divine healers need to eat too, so about my fee...”

“Don’t worry. If you can cure my mother’s illness, you’ll be well rewarded,” He Meixuan answered, exasperated. She wasn’t sure if he could cure her mother, yet he brought up money already. Who would believe him if she weren’t truly desperate? If he dared to swindle her and failed to cure her mother, he’d have to answer for it.

“Alright, then, take me to her now.”

“My mother is in this very hospital. I’ll bring you to her right away.” Clinging to a sliver of hope, He Meixuan agreed and led Chen Yufeng into the hospital.

She had exhausted herself worrying over her mother’s condition. The woman who had once been so elegant and beautiful was now a deranged shell of her former self. Every thought of it pained her deeply.

She had sought out numerous neurology experts, yet none of their treatments brought meaningful results. In truth, she scarcely believed in street-corner miracle workers herself. Only out of sheer helplessness did she decide to gamble on this chance.

What if he really was a man of extraordinary ability?

Just a few days ago, a seemingly ordinary young man had turned out to be a formidable fighter. Perhaps her luck would hold this time as well!

In her heart, she could not let go of even the faintest possibility. Why not try? At worst, she would merely lose some money.

For a family as wealthy as hers, money was of little concern. Fifty thousand, five hundred thousand, even five million—none of it would matter if it meant curing her mother.

On the way, He Meixuan made a phone call that was clearly unpleasant, as she seemed to argue heatedly with the person on the other end.

“I insist on doing this. It’s none of your business! What have you ever done for Mom? Or do you want her to stay this way so you can find another woman?” she snapped into the phone.

Chen Yufeng discerned that the long-legged beauty was quarreling with her father, likely over bringing him along to treat her mother. He could also make out the angry voice of a middle-aged man, protesting that bringing a charlatan would only bring disgrace.

After hanging up, He Meixuan deliberately turned to look at Chen Yufeng, muttering under her breath, “If only you really were a miracle worker and could cure my mother... Please, let my luck shine just this once!”

“But is that even possible?” As she thought it over, a self-mocking smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Though she clung to a glimmer of hope, even she knew she was only comforting herself.

“Don’t worry, Miss. Now that you’ve chosen to believe in me, I’ll deliver you a miracle,” Chen Yufeng assured her, noticing her crestfallen expression.

“You certainly know how to talk—how to comfort people. I just hope you’re as capable as you claim. For your sake, I even fell out with my father. He said I must be out of my mind.”

“As a divine healer, I’m the real deal. You have nothing to fear,” Chen Yufeng declared, thumping his chest in promise, exuding supreme confidence.

Seeing his unwavering self-assurance, He Meixuan was a little comforted. After all, as the saying goes, the world is vast and full of wonders—who’s to say there aren’t masters hidden among common folk?

After a pause, she continued as they walked, “Right now, one of the world’s most renowned neurology experts—top of the field both here and abroad—is treating my mother. I don’t know how many specialists we’ve seen by now, but none have succeeded. At this point, all my hopes rest on you!”

“I’ll give you that miracle,” Chen Yufeng replied, giving her a reassuring look and saying no more.

He trusted in the power of the Divine Disk; the Golden Arhat possession, the Scholar’s possession, and the Unlucky Skill were all real—why should the divine medicine be any different?

Meanwhile, in a special care ward of Ninghai Neurology Hospital—

Two young nurses tended to a middle-aged woman whose eyes were vacant and who giggled foolishly from time to time.

This woman was none other than He Meixuan’s mother, Lu Qiaoling. Though her face was haggard and her eyes dull, her features remained attractive—a clear sign of her great beauty in youth.

Three others were present in the ward: He Shihao, Wu Weiming, and the famed physician Zheng Jiancheng.

Zheng Jiancheng appeared to be forty-five or forty-six, somewhat short and stout, with gold-rimmed glasses and an unmistakable air of arrogance. His gaze made it clear he regarded no one as his equal, as though announcing his own eminence to the world.

He had reason to be proud; the people he dealt with were heads of state and business magnates, both at home and abroad. How could he see ordinary folks as worth his attention?

Doctor Zheng’s achievements in neurology represented the pinnacle of authority, not just in the country but worldwide. He was renowned and held in the highest esteem internationally.

The prevailing approach to treating psychiatric patients around the globe relied on medication, machines, and psychological counseling, and even then, a complete cure was rare.

But his treatment charted a new course, delivering extraordinary results. Not only could he completely cure psychiatric illnesses, but, crucially, his patients’ mental faculties became at least three times more acute than normal.

That is to say, once cured, a patient’s brain would be more active, lucid, and retentive than an ordinary person’s—as if they possessed three brains.

Imagine what it would be like to have three brains: near-photographic memory, a mind that remains clear and energetic for long stretches, and a need for only two or three hours of sleep per day, compared to the usual six to eight.

Time is money, especially for certain special groups.

As a result, many of the world’s top politicians and business tycoons had invited Zheng Jiancheng to their homes—not because they suffered from mental illness, but because they desired to keep their minds sharp, to possess a photographic memory, and to sleep less, thus gaining more waking hours to work or play.

Who wouldn’t want that?