"L... Little Miracle Doctor... why is the child vomiting blood again? What method should we use to stop the bleeding?"

Confirming that Xiaoqiang had truly regained consciousness, Chen Dafu was overjoyed. However, upon seeing the fresh blood Xiaoqiang had vomited beside the bed, he couldn't help but frown.

The child kept vomiting blood. It seemed that saving his life wouldn't be an easy task!

"It's alright, Director Chen. The child just vomited the blood clots that were blocking his blood vessels earlier."

Ling Zhenfei wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down in the chair to rest, feeling quite exhausted: "I just performed the Silver Needle Transfixion Technique on him. His hematopoietic stem cells are no longer mutating. He only needs a blood transfusion to recover his health."

Having recently acquired the Medical God's legacy, Ling Zhenfei's cultivation was still weak. His inner strength was already insufficient, and this exertion of power left him feeling quite drained.

"What? Little Miracle Doctor, do you mean... you used acupuncture to cure the child's leukemia?"

Although Ling Zhenfei spoke casually, Chen Dafu's ears heard it like a clap of thunder. He was so astonished that he could hardly believe his ears.

In Western medicine, the most effective treatment for leukemia is the transplantation of hematopoietic stem cells. But finding a suitable match and ensuring the patient's body doesn't develop resistance requires a long treatment process.

And this young man in front of him, with a few random needles, not only brought the child back from the brink of death but also cured his leukemia?

Is this... possible?

"Haha, Director Chen, if you don't believe it, feel free to use your advanced instruments to examine the child yourself. I'm tired; I should be going!"

Seeing Chen Dafu's incredulous expression, Ling Zhenfei shrugged and gave a casual smile. Without further explanation, he pushed the door open and left the emergency room.

"Quick! Doctor Liang, Director Liu, come quickly and examine the child!"

Eager to witness this miracle, Chen Dafu rushed out the door as soon as Ling Zhenfei left the emergency room, shouting to the bewildered doctors at the door...

"Little Miracle Doctor, how is my child?"

As soon as Ling Zhenfei stepped out of the emergency room, the anxious couples Wang Yong and Li Ermeng, and even Li Xiusheng, converged on him with urgent inquiries.

"The child is out of danger." Ling Zhenfei calmly told them, then glanced at Li Ermeng and his wife: "Brother Meng Zi, Sister Yucui, Xiaoqiang's leukemia is also cured. I'm going back."

What? The child not only escaped danger but also had his leukemia cured?

This news struck everyone like a thunderbolt, leaving them unable to believe their ears. The noisy scene fell into a sudden deathly silence.

"Amazing! It's a miracle of human medicine! The child's leukemia is really cured!"

Just as everyone was doubting their ears, they heard Director Chen Dafu's exclamation from the emergency room.

If they doubted Ling Zhenfei's words, they couldn't doubt the esteemed words of Chen Dafu! His reputation added the weight that left no room for disbelief!

My God, someone actually cured leukemia with traditional Chinese medical acupuncture instead of a stem cell transplant!

This young man in front of them possessed such miraculous medical skills, akin to a reincarnated Hua Tuo or Bian Que!

Immediately, the crowd buzzed with excitement. Everyone looked at Ling Zhenfei with admiration.

Amid the crowd, upon learning that his child's illness was cured, Wang Yong felt both exhilaration and deep shame for his earlier rudeness to Ling Zhenfei.

"Ling... Divine Doctor Ling..." Wang Yong, full of remorse, grabbed Ling Zhenfei, wanting to express his gratitude and apology.

"Forget it. I already said that I saved Xiaoqiang purely out of medical duty and for Brother Meng Zi's sake. If you truly feel guilty, you should tell that to Brother Meng Zi!"

Ling Zhenfei did not accept Wang Yong's apology and shook off his arm. Before anyone could react, he ran towards the hospital exit.

Knowing that curing leukemia with acupuncture would shock the medical world, he didn't want reporters hounding him day and night, making his life unbearable!

If he didn't run now, when would he?

Ling Zhenfei didn't bother to bid farewell to Li Ermeng and couldn't wait to catch the next bus back to the village after leaving the hospital.

Initially, Ling Zhenfei went to Li Ermeng's home intending to ask for help in finding skilled farmers, but the recent events had kept him from mentioning it. Still, Ling Zhenfei knew that once Li Ermeng returned to the village, this matter would surely be taken care of.

...

"Hehe, Zhenfei, you're back! I was just about to look for you!"

As soon as Ling Zhenfei got off the bus at the village entrance, he saw Village Chief Wang Changhe approaching with a hand on his back and a sly smile.

Just about to look for me? What a blatant lie, knowing I went to the city. How was he planning to find me?

Seeing the insincere smile on Wang Changhe's face, Ling Zhenfei sensed trouble.

Meanwhile, he also wanted to know if the pleas from his son and wife had any effect.

Feigning ignorance, he approached with a contrived smile: "Haha, it's the chief! What brings you to find me?"

Wang Changhe was a petty man who bore grudges. After Ling Zhenfei crippled his son Wang Quan, ending the Wang family's lineage, he hated Ling Zhenfei to the core.

But he hadn't expected that his unworthy son would plead for Ling Zhenfei to lease the village's wasteland.

Wang Changhe initially refused. However, to his surprise, even his wife pleaded. Their determination left Wang Changhe with no choice.

Wang Changhe feared his wife and could ignore his son but not his spouse. Ultimately, he decided to speak with Ling Zhenfei in person.

He knew he couldn't refuse the lease agreement.

Still, he didn't want to make it easy for Ling Zhenfei and planned to demand a high price to vent his anger.

"Nephew, since we're both villagers here, I'll get straight to the point."

Suppressing his anger, Wang Changhe spat through gritted teeth: "You want to lease the land at the west end of the village? That land is a treasure! Normally, no one would get the chance to lease it. However, since you want to lease it..."

He paused deliberately, his eyes shifting: "If you truly want to lease it, it's just a matter of words. But regarding the rent, we must make it clear first!"

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