Song Xiaodong shook his head and said, "Deputy Chief Chen, I'm actually a doctor. For minor illnesses like the common cold and fever, it won't take me half an hour to get him back to normal."

Chen Zhengmin and Zhao Qiang didn't believe Song Xiaodong was a doctor. They thought he didn't trust the situation, which was why he insisted on checking it out.

Yet, Chen Zhengmin and Zhao Qiang weren't at all afraid and didn't point it out either. Chen Zhengmin laughed and said, "Since Mr. Song has such an idea, let's go see Xiao Liu. It would be his honor, really."

The five of them went out, got into the car rented by Song Xiaodong, and under the guidance of Deputy Chief Chen, arrived at

Accountant Xiao Liu's home in less than ten minutes.

Once they knocked on the door, they saw a woman in her thirties. She looked haggard, like she hadn't slept well, and appeared very anxious. Upon entering, they saw a man lying in bed, his face red and breathing heavily. From the looks of it, he was clearly in a state of feverish sleep.

This surprised both Shen Yue and Song Xiaodong. Could it be true, what Chen Zhengmin said?

"Xiao Liu's illness is quite severe. Why hasn't he been sent to the hospital?" Chen Zhengmin asked the woman with a frown.

This woman was Xiao Liu's wife, who replied hoarsely, "I was just planning to take him to the hospital."

Chen Zhengmin touched Xiao Liu's forehead and, frowning, said, "Yes, yes, he must be taken to the hospital. With such a high fever, any delay could lead to serious problems."

"We're waiting for a friend's car." Xiao Liu's wife said.

Chen Zhengmin quickly said, "There's no need to wait. We have a car right here. Mr. Song, could you please take Xiao Liu to the hospital?"

"That would be too much trouble for you." Xiao Liu's wife quickly said, her anxiety finally alleviating a little.

Song Xiaodong also reached out to feel Xiao Liu's head and said, "There's no need to go to the hospital. He's just caught a chill, which caused the cold and fever. He'll recover soon."

Chen Zhengmin quickly said, "The fever is already very high, probably 39 degrees. An adult with such a fever is in serious danger."

Song Xiaodong smiled slightly and said, "I told you, I'm a doctor. I can resolve such problems quickly."

Chen Zhengmin frowned and said, "Mr. Song, this isn't right. This is a matter of life and death."

Zhao Qiang also chimed in, "Yes, yes, we can't afford to delay. Look at how sick Xiao Liu is. It's not like he's pretending."

Song Xiaodong said, "I know it's a real illness, but I can really treat it. Just wait a moment."

As he spoke, Song Xiaodong had already taken out two silver needles.

Chen Zhengmin and Zhao Qiang didn't believe that Song Xiaodong could treat the illness. When they saw him pull out silver needles, they believed it even less. Those needles were for acupuncture, a part of Traditional Chinese Medicine, not easily curing illnesses. Especially not something like a common cold, which even Western Medicine couldn't cure quickly, let alone Chinese Medicine.

Nowadays, no one goes to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for something like a cold.

So they naturally thought Song Xiaodong was just putting on a show and didn't stop him. After all, if it didn't work, he would still need to be taken to the hospital, which would take another three to five days.

However, Xiao Liu's wife became nervous seeing the silver needles in Song Xiaodong's hands and stammered, "You... what are you doing?" This was her husband, after all. She genuinely cared about Xiao Liu's life and death, unlike Chen Zhengmin and Zhao Qiang.

Song Xiaodong said, "I'm treating your husband. His illness is due to catching a chill yesterday, which led to the fever. It's easy to cure."

"A chill? Big Brother Song, it's summer. How could he catch a chill? There's no air conditioning in their house." Shen Yue suspiciously asked.

Song Xiaodong smiled slightly and said, "Whether it's winter or summer, if you want to catch a chill, there are always ways to do so, don't you agree?" He directed the last part of his sentence to Xiao Liu's wife.

"Ah..." Xiao Liu's wife's expression instantly became quite strange, with a look of panic the most prominent.

Her husband wasn't ill initially, but after receiving a call from Chen Zhengmin yesterday, he insisted on freezing himself in the refrigerator several times, no matter how she persuaded him otherwise, until he finally made himself ill.

Feeling guilty, her eyes subconsciously glanced at the household refrigerator, which further confirmed Song Xiaodong's suspicion.

Chen Zhengmin and Zhao Qiang initially didn't believe Song Xiao could treat Xiao Liu, but the specifics of this statement hit the nail on the head. Coupled with their guilt, they were now uncertain.

Chen Zhengmin said, "Mr. Song, I think he should still be taken to the hospital. The fever seems to be getting worse, and he's unconscious. If we delay, I'm afraid his brain will get damaged, and his lungs may also be affected."

Zhao Qiang hurriedly added, "Yes, yes, this is not a game. Mr. Song, even if you know Traditional Chinese Medicine, you're too young. You can't mess around."

Song Xiaodong smiled faintly, waved his hand, and two silver needles were already inserted into Xiao Liu's head and chest.

"Ah!" Everyone in the room except Wang Yan exclaimed in surprise.

"Mr. Song, stop now, this is unacceptable." Chen Zhengmin said loudly while exchanging a look with Xiao Liu's wife.

Zhao Qiang quietly nudged Xiao Liu's wife and also said loudly, "You can't do this, you could cause a fatality."

Xiao Liu was already frightened enough, and with the two's encouragement, she immediately shouted in agitation, "What are you doing, let go of my husband!" Her agitation was about 80% her genuine concern and 20% prompted by Chen Zhengmin and Zhao Qiang.

Song Xiaodong calmly said, "The needles are already in. If I stop now, your husband might actually have problems. It won't take long, just two or three minutes. If I can't cure him, then you can take him to the hospital without delay."

Chen Zhengmin intentionally said, "This is a matter of life and death, Mr. Song. You're being reckless. Who would dare take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

Song Xiaodong gently turned the silver needles with his fingers and said, "If something happens, I'll take responsibility."

Zhao Qiang pretended to be anxious and said, "Even if you're willing to take responsibility, if the person dies, Xiao Liu's family would be left behind."

Hearing what the two of them said, Xiao Liu's wife became more terrified. She grabbed Song Xiaodong's arm and stammered, "No, no, I can't let you treat him. I'm the patient's family member. I don't agree, I didn't sign anything. You can't just treat my husband recklessly."

Chen Zhengmin secretly praised this remark, as Xiao Liu's wife hit the key point, and he quickly added, "Mr. Song, she's right. You can't do this."

Zhao Qiang couldn't resist the opportunity to pile on, "Mr. Song, even if you invested money in our village, you can't go around risking lives like this."

Xiao Liu's wife was so anxious that tears began to flow. She pleaded, "Please, let my husband go, I beg you." She wanted to forcibly pull Song Xiaodong away, but seeing the silver needles in her husband's body, she didn't dare to use force.

"It's done!" In the time spent talking, Song Xiaodong raised his hand, and the two silver needles were already off Xiao Liu's body.

Xiao Liu's wife sighed in relief, but Zhao Qiang sternly said, "Hurry to the hospital. While it's still early, we might be able to save him." His words clearly put the blame for potential negligence on Song Xiaodong.

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