Chapter 40: Who Is the Divine Healer?

Xiaoqin had joined the company just a week ago. She was clever and quick-witted, sent by Young Master Zheng as an undercover agent.

Last time at Hengtong Mall, Zheng had suffered a loss at the hands of Gu Xiangnan, and he nursed a grudge ever since. After investigating, he discovered that Gu Xiangnan was currently unemployed and temporarily staying at Su Hanyan’s residence. Jumping to conclusions, Zheng decided Gu Xiangnan must be a freeloader. If he could bring down Su Hanyan’s company first, Gu Xiangnan’s days would be numbered as well.

Xiaoqin was indeed capable. Although it was impossible for her to access the company's core secrets as a newcomer, by offering to help her colleagues with their work, she managed to obtain the lists of medicinal herbs purchased over the past few days, as well as records of scrapped materials. Piece by piece, these scattered details came together to form a complete formula.

An hour later, at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

As soon as Gu Xiangnan drove into the university parking lot, he saw Wang Jinquan stepping out of a Mercedes. Spotting Su Hanyan, Wang Jinquan promptly approached to apologize. “President Su, I, Old Wang, have come to apologize. My son offended you because I failed to discipline him properly. I guarantee it won’t happen again.”

With a wave of his hand, his assistant immediately got out of the car, holding an exquisite little box. Wang Jinquan opened it to reveal a crystal-clear jade bracelet of fine quality, obviously worth a fortune.

“President Su, I specially prepared this jade bracelet as a token of my apology. Please, you must accept it.”

Wang Mei quickly came forward to smooth things over. “Sister Su, my brother already knows he was wrong. Please forgive our family.”

The Wang family was renowned in Jiangning City. For the head of the family to come in person and apologize was a great show of respect to Su Hanyan.

Su Hanyan nodded slightly, her demeanor gracious and composed. “President Wang, you are too kind. Let’s let bygones be bygones. I hope the Wang family prospers even more in the future.”

She accepted the jade bracelet, thus agreeing to reconcile with the Wang family.

“Excuse me, are you Mr. Wang Jinquan?” At that moment, a middle-aged man hurried over from the distance.

“That’s me,” Wang Jinquan replied.

“I’m the vice president of the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The president is waiting for you in his office. Please come with me.” The vice president greeted them warmly, shaking hands with everyone, followed by several administrative staff from the university.

The group made their way toward the president’s office. Along the way, the vice president introduced the university as they walked.

Inside the office sat an elderly man with snow-white hair, upright at his desk. He was none other than Hua Hongwen, one of the three most renowned physicians in Jiangning City.

“President, this is Mr. Wang Jinquan, who wishes to make a donation,” the vice president introduced.

Hua Hongwen immediately rose and shook Wang Jinquan’s hand enthusiastically. “Though I am not a man of business, your reputation, Mr. Wang, precedes you. I never expected that, beyond your tremendous commercial success, you would be so devoted to the heritage of our nation's traditional culture. Truly admirable!”

Wang Jinquan felt a bit embarrassed—after all, his donation hadn’t come from the heart. But receiving such praise from Hua Hongwen, he couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sense of honor. It was a remarkably good feeling.

He responded modestly, “Not at all. As a businessman, I have a responsibility to give back to society.”

Hua Hongwen’s gaze shifted to Gu Xiangnan, who stood at the back. Seeing his distinguished appearance and extraordinary demeanor, Hua mistakenly assumed him to be Wang’s son.

He smiled and shook Gu Xiangnan’s hand. “This must be your son?”

“I am not,” Gu Xiangnan replied calmly.

Hua Hongwen’s movement faltered. After a brief handshake, he withdrew his hand.

Wang Jinquan hastily explained, “This is a friend of our family, and his medical skills are quite outstanding.”

At the mention of medical skill, Hua Hongwen felt no fear—his own achievements were the result of decades of painstaking study. Hearing such praise for Gu Xiangnan, he couldn’t help but feel a touch of disdain, but out of politeness, he said, “We should find time to exchange knowledge.”

After introductions were made all around, the donation process commenced. In the end, Wang Jinquan and Hua Hongwen held up the ceremonial plaque together, commemorating the moment with a photograph.

Suddenly, the vice president burst in, phone in hand, shouting, “Something’s happened! Mr. Song, the patriarch of the Jiangning Song family, is in critical condition. President, please come quickly and try to save him!”

Hua Hongwen grabbed his medical kit and hurried out.

The Song family of Jiangning?

Wang Jinquan’s interest was piqued. If he could be of help, wouldn’t that be a connection to the Songs in the future?

His eyes darted as he urged Gu Xiangnan, “Mr. Gu, let’s go and see if we can help. It could be beneficial for both you and President Su.”

Su Hanyan agreed with this suggestion.

In a luxurious private hospital room at Jiangning People’s Hospital, an elderly man with white hair lay unconscious on the bed, surrounded by a crowd of family members. A doctor listened anxiously to Song Jinlong’s heartbeat—things looked dire.

“Arrhythmia, breathing is weak—quick, get him on a ventilator!” The doctor’s face was grave.

Song Boyuan, his son, demanded, “Doctor, my father was fine yesterday. Why has his condition suddenly worsened? I want an explanation.”

The doctor, finding a moment amid the chaos, replied, “We’ll do our best to save him. But to be honest, in my professional opinion, Mr. Song is unlikely to make it through the day.”

Song Boyuan wouldn’t accept it. “I don’t believe it. It must be your limited skill. I’ve already called for Divine Physician Hua—he’ll be here soon.”

The Song relatives murmured amongst themselves:

“With Divine Physician Hua here, everything should be fine.”

“He has miraculous hands—he’s sure to cure him.”

Minutes later, Hua Hongwen arrived, sweating from his rush—a feat at his age of seventy. Song Boyuan hurried to greet him.

“Divine Physician Hua, please save my father. The Song family will never forget your kindness.”

“Let me take a look first.” Hua Hongwen went straight to the bedside, examined the patient thoroughly, and concluded, “I’m sorry, everyone. Mr. Song’s condition is beyond help. I’m afraid there’s nothing more I can do.”

The Song family broke down in tears.

“Who says the old man is beyond help?”

A voice rang out from outside the ward as Gu Xiangnan and his group entered, drawing all eyes their way.

“Just because you can’t save him doesn’t mean others can’t,” Gu Xiangnan said calmly.

Hua Hongwen’s brow furrowed in displeasure. “Medicine is an art that depends on accumulated experience. If even I can’t save him, do you think this young man can?”

The Song relatives muttered, “Where did this greenhorn come from, daring to question Divine Physician Hua?”

Wang Jinquan quickly stepped forward. “Everyone, I’m Wang Jinquan. This is my good friend, Mr. Gu, and I can vouch that he is truly a miraculous doctor.”

A miraculous doctor?

There was a moment of stunned silence—then, laughter broke out.

This boy barely looked old enough to shave, and he was a miraculous doctor?

Song Boyuan spoke up, “You’re the head of the Wang family, aren’t you? I don’t believe someone so young could be a miraculous doctor. You’re not being deceived, are you?”

Gu Xiangnan ignored their ridicule. Saving a life was what mattered. He asked crisply, “If I say I can save him, then I can. So, do you want to save him or not?”