Chapter 29: Miracle Doctor or Charlatan?

After Wu Weiming left, He Shihao ordered Chen Yufeng to get lost as well.

But Chen Yufeng, appearing utterly self-assured, said to him, “Give me a minute, and I can make this lunatic return to normal.”

“What? Cure a patient in one minute?”

The people in the ward were momentarily stunned when they heard Chen Yufeng’s outrageous claim, then burst into laughter, staring at him as if he were mad.

“Hmph, such blatant boasting,” Zheng Jiancheng snapped.

He already considered it beneath him to even speak to this kind of charlatan, and now the man was peddling his nonsense right in front of him. As a world-renowned physician, an internationally recognized authority, how could he let such a brazen fraud get away unscathed? He felt compelled to teach the man a lesson.

Zheng Jiancheng stepped forward, confronting Chen Yufeng with a cold voice:

“Do you have a medical license? Have you been recognized by the World Medical Association? Are you an internationally acclaimed doctor? From what I see, you have nothing, yet you dare to spout such absurdities. Your ignorance and shamelessness are laid bare! Are you here to swindle money?”

Chen Yufeng, who never cared for these so-called experts, simply ignored him and turned to He Shihao.

“Uncle Tycoon, how much are you planning to pay this expert to treat your wife?”

“One hundred million. Why, do you want it?”

“One hundred million?”

Chen Yufeng was truly shocked. What kind of so-called expert was this, charging a hundred million for treating a mental illness, yet still had the nerve to accuse him of swindling the patient’s family? This tycoon was really being taken for a ride.

Chen Yufeng had only planned to make fifty thousand, but seeing this, he figured he should at least earn five million. Elated at the prospect, he quickly said to He Shihao,

“How about this, Uncle Tycoon: I’ll serve you a cup of tea worth ninety-five million, and you just give me five million.”

“Get out…”

He Shihao shouted, thoroughly annoyed, unwilling to listen to another word from this charlatan.

Chen Yufeng didn’t mind, and said earnestly,

“Uncle Tycoon, you’re willing to pay a hundred million to this expert, but you won’t give me a minute to save you ninety-five million?”

Before He Shihao could reply, Zheng Jiancheng couldn’t help but interject again,

“Five million? You want to scam five million? Next, you’ll say we must pay before you treat the patient, right?”

He wore the look of someone who had seen through a scammer’s tricks.

“I’m not as disgusting as you, charging a hundred million to treat mental illness. I cure the sick and save lives, treat first, and let the payment be whatever you wish.”

Chen Yufeng shot Zheng Jiancheng a withering glance.

“You really are the most outrageous charlatan I’ve ever seen. I doubt there’s another like you in the country,” Zheng Jiancheng sneered, finding him ever more ridiculous. “Since you claim to be a master, why don’t you challenge my skills right now with your miraculous medicine? Let me tell you, charlatan, it’s too late to run now, even if you wanted to.”

“I have no intention of running. But if I win this challenge, then what?”

Chen Yufeng, confident with his mystic arts, was brimming with self-assurance.

“Utter nonsense. If you succeed, I’ll kneel and call you master. If you fail, you’ll slap yourself a hundred times and turn yourself in to the police.”

“Deal. Let’s do it.”

Chen Yufeng agreed on the spot, his mood buoyant.

He Meixuan, hearing Chen Yufeng’s wild boasts, thought to herself that he was no miracle worker, just a charlatan. Cure a mental illness in one minute? Could he be any more absurd? If he’d said half a month, maybe she’d believe him.

Alas, she had been the one to bring him here, and had even introduced him to her father as a master and miraculous doctor. Now, he was making a fool of her.

Irritated, she urged Chen Yufeng,

“Master, you’d better leave quickly. If you keep up this act, your tricks will soon be exposed, and you might not be able to escape—even end up rotting in jail.”

“Miss, I told you I’d give you a miracle,”

Chen Yufeng replied with a mischievous grin. “I haven’t delivered your miracle yet; how could I leave?”

“Miracle? Miracle my foot. I think you need a neurology appointment.”

He Meixuan was at a loss. Was he insane? But he certainly seemed normal enough when he spoke.

“Enough talk. I’m about to create a miracle.”

With a smile, Chen Yufeng stopped wasting words, and shouted to those in the ward,

“I’m about to treat the patient now. Please cooperate and step outside. Come back in after one minute.”

“Why should we leave? What are you really up to, you damned charlatan?”

He Shihao clenched his fists, itching to punch him.

“To heal the sick, of course. My medical skills are so miraculous—what if you steal my methods? How would I make a living?”

Chen Yufeng spoke as if it were only natural.

“You damned charlatan...”

He Shihao nearly lost his temper, but then, realizing things had already come to this, decided to hold back for now. He could always come back and beat the charlatan up in a minute.

The miracle doctor Zheng and He Meixuan also left the ward, deciding that since it was only a minute, they’d see what Chen Yufeng could do.

“Go get security, now,”

He Shihao ordered the nurse. He had no faith that this street-corner charlatan could cure his wife’s mental illness, and wanted security ready.

Zheng Jiancheng was equally skeptical, just waiting for the charlatan’s true colors to be revealed.

His own fame at home and abroad, his status as a miracle doctor and the favored guest of heads of state and tycoons, all stemmed from his family’s secret medical arts.

He could cure mental illness within ten days, granting a person the power of three brains.

He could indeed do it.

In fact, his fastest cure had taken only three days.

When someone develops a mental illness, it means their brain—usually after trauma or shock—has had its frequency and rhythm thrown into chaos, leading to confusion and delirium.

But Zheng Jiancheng possessed an ancestral square stone, whose mystical property was the emanation of a particular energy wave that could resonate with human brainwaves.

Combined with his inherited hypnotic techniques, he could restore a patient’s brain rhythm to normal, even enhance it.

At full strength, he could amplify it fivefold—granting the effect of five brains.

Ordinarily, though, he limited himself to tripling the effect. Every time he used his power, he had to rest for ten days or more before he could do it again, so he set himself a limit of ten cases per year.

That way, he gained both wealth and fame, and the rarity of his services only increased their value.

Though the treatment fee was quoted at one hundred million, nearly every dignitary lucky enough to secure his services paid even more.

A hundred million is nothing compared to the power of three super brains.

But even his fastest cure took three days, so when he heard this street charlatan claim he could heal a patient in one minute, he was utterly dismissive.

A fraud, surely—a man so desperate for money he didn’t even bother with a convincing scam.