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Chapter 545 No 100 Years Old, How About 300 Years?

Chapter 545  No 100 Years Old, How About 300 Years?

On the way to the hospital, Ye Feng learned some information about Old Master Zhao from Zhao Fulin.

Old Master Zhao's name was Zhao Yuesheng. He was an old revolutionary.

When he was a teenager, he participated in the War of Liberation and the War to Resist the United States and aid Korea. He had made many contributions.

Later, he transferred back home and worked at the machine tool factory.

After reopening, Old Master Zhao, who was nearly 50 years old, began to do business.

He did not expect the old man to be so good at war and doing business.

He single-handedly built the Zhao family into the number one family in Yang Cheng.

Ye Feng listened to Old Master Zhao's legendary story and was speechless.

This old man was definitely a fierce person.

The car drove all the way to the First People's Hospital of Yang Cheng.

Before the car stopped, Zhao Fulin had already jumped out of the car.

Ye Feng and Luo Jingyuan hurriedly followed.

The three of them went all the way to the VIP ward.

There were already many members of the Zhao family gathered at the door of the ward.

Seeing Zhao Fulin's arrival, everyone gathered around him.

"Fulin, the old man is critically ill."

"That's right. Our Zhao family can't do without the Old Master. Otherwise, the family will collapse."

"Who knows how many people are waiting to see our Zhao family collapse? As long as we fall, who knows how many people will take advantage of the situation?"

"You have many ideas. Hurry up and think of a way to save the Old Master…"

Zhao Fulin was getting a headache from the noise and immediately scolded them, "What are you all arguing about? Go to the side."

After all, he was the first heir of the Zhao family. He still had this bit of deterrence.

Everyone moved to the side.

Zhao Fulin pushed open the door and walked in quickly.

And Ye Feng's navigation just ended, the corresponding ward was Old Master Zhao's ward.

It seemed that this opportunity was imprinted on Old Master Zhao.

He adjusted his mood and immediately followed him into the ward.

There were already many medical staff in white coats standing in the ward, looking at the hospital bed with solemn expressions.

On the sickbed lay a white-haired old man who was barely breathing.

It was like a candle in the wind, as if it could be blown out at any time.

Zhao Fulin rushed to the bed. "Dad, what's wrong? Don't scare me…"

Old Master Zhao's gaze was already unfocused, and he did not react.

Zhao Fulin looked at the doctor beside him. "What are you guys doing? Hurry up and think of a way to save him."

A middle-aged male doctor in a white coat could not help but sigh. "We've already tried all the methods, but the old man is already at a lamp that is out of oil. I'm afraid..."

Zhao Fulin grabbed his collar and stared at him with red eyes. "What do you mean by 'a lamp is out of oil'? My dad was still fine this morning. He ate three buns in one go. How could he have run out of oil? I think you guys are incompetent."

The doctor hurriedly pried his hand away. "Mr. Zhao, please calm down first. Old Master Zhao was just dying. We really did our best."

Zhao Fulin shouted like a madman: "I don't want to listen to this kind of nonsense. No matter what you do, you have to save my father. Otherwise, I will smash your broken hospital..."

Just as he was venting hysterically.

Suddenly, an old man beside him said, "Actually, there's another way."

Zhao Fulin suddenly woke up and turned his head. "You are…"

"This is Doctor Han Qi," the doctor hurriedly introduced. "He came to our hospital today to guide us in our work. Coincidentally, Old Master Zhao is in critical condition, so he came over to take a look."

Zhao Fulin listened to his introduction and quickly grabbed Doctor Han's arm. "Doctor Han, please save my father. As long as you can save him, I'll do anything you want."

Divine Doctor Han was wearing a white T-shirt and holding a banana fan in his hand. He looked like an ordinary old man playing chess on the street.

There was no trace of a divine doctor at all.

Hearing Zhao Fulin's plea, Divine Doctor Han stroked his beard. "Regular treatment method has been ineffective against Mr. Zhao, but I got a folk prescription in my early years. I dare not say it's effective, but perhaps I can reluctantly try it."

Zhao Fulin nodded as if he was grasping at the last straw. "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and give it a try."

Divine Doctor Han looked troubled. "It's just…"

"But what? Hurry up and tell me!"

Divine Doctor Han let out a long sigh. "The other medicinal ingredients in this folk prescription are quite ordinary, but we still need a medicinal primer…"

"What medical primer? Tell me, and I'll get someone to look for it immediately. Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground in Yang Cheng, I will definitely find it for you."

Divine Doctor Han couldn't help but smile bitterly. "This medicinal primer requires at least a hundred years of lingzhi. This kind of natural treasure can only be found by luck. Even if you have money, you might not be able to buy it."

"Can't we use other herbs instead?"

"No!"

Zhao Fulin sat on the ground in despair.

As his father had been injured when he was young, he had been taking medicine all year round after he grew old.

As time passed, he had some understanding of these Chinese herbs.

Not to mention a hundred-year-old lingzhi, even finding a ten-year-old or twenty-year-old lingzhi was not an easy task.

Could it be that his father really couldn't escape this calamity?

The entire Zhao family was maintained by his father.

Once his father passed away, the Zhao family would definitely not be able to escape their fate.

Not to mention helping Ye Feng to fight against Ye family, he might not even be able to protect himself at that time.

Those who had long been eyeing the Zhao family would definitely take advantage of the situation.

When he thought of this, he felt despair.

Could it be that the Zhao family's fate was really over?

At this moment, Ye Feng's voice was heard from behind.

"I don't have a hundred-year-old, but how about a three-hundred-year-old?"