The Leng family of Jingzhou descended from Imperial Physicians. It is said that they are the disciples of dicine King’s secret lineage of Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, passed down through countless generations. During feudal tis, they treated only emperors and nobility, earning extraordinary reverence among the people.
In a previous dynasty, the Leng family treated the emperor’s stubborn headaches. As a token of gratitude, the emperor personally inscribed and gifted them a plaque declaring them "The Greatest Under Heaven." From then on, the Leng family’s reputation as divine healers spread throughout the land, from court to common folk.
The Leng family’s fa soared, yet they remained humble and low-key. Instead of reveling in their prestige, they established a dical hall, Mingren Hall, which offered free consultations and dicines to the public on the first and fifteenth day of each month.
The Leng family’s benevolence won them widespread acclaim, and Mingren Hall eventually spanned the nation, opening branches everywhere.
This beca the predecessor of Mingren Hospital.
Today, Mingren Hospital represents private aristocracy, serving only dignitaries and the elite. Regardless of how complex the ailnt, as long as one can afford the cost, Mingren Hospital’s team of miracle-working physicians offers unparalleled treatnt plans.
At Chunzhou’s Mingren Hospital, inside a VIP ward.
"Mr. Liang, based on the latest examination results, the treatnt effect has been minimal. Next, we will shift to a new approach—gene therapy, supplented by acupuncture and massage."
The man in the hospital bed looked gaunt and pale, his features almost unrecognizable.
When he heard the attending doctor’s words, a flicker of hope ignited in his lifeless eyes. "Gene therapy?"
"Gene therapy is a thod that uses genetic engineering to repair or modify the genetic material of the patient to achieve therapeutic effects. Mingren’s research team has made breakthrough advancents in gene therapy. Mr. Liang, rest assured, we will give it our all. Please do not give up hope."
Liang Wei sighed deeply. "Forget it. Don’t bother. I probably have only a few days left anyway."
"Mr. Liang, please trust Mingren Hospital’s team of experts. We will definitely..."
Liang Wei waved his hand dismissively. "I know Mingren’s doctors are exceptional, but if King Yan wants soone, you can’t stop him. Everyone has their fate; why force the inevitable?"
The attending doctor realized persuasion was futile and retreated with the dical staff.
"Mr. Liang."
A secretary rushed in hurriedly.
"The young master has caused trouble."
Liang Wei froze for a mont and then let out a bitter laugh. "So the day has co. Speak, what trouble has he stirred up this ti?"
"The young master was beaten up and admitted to Mingren Hospital—he’s right in the ward next door."
Liang Wei sneered. "Serves him right... *cough cough*..."
"How is he? Missing any limbs?"
The secretary’s expression turned awkward. "Is this really his father?"
"No, no missing limbs, just badly beaten—one hand is in shreds, and the nurses are bandaging it. I rushed here to inform you."
"Was it about another woman?" ntioning this made Liang Wei feel his blood pressure spike again.
"It was Mr. Feng who beat him."
"Who?"
"Feng Yueyang, Mr. Feng of the Feng Group. According to Qiangzi, the two had a disagreent at the club over a young man. The young master hurled a few threats, but Mr. Feng, still hot-blooded in his youth, took advantage of Qiangzi’s absence to drag the young master into an alley and beat him up."
Qiangzi is Liang Cai’s bodyguard and also the secretary’s nephew.
"A disagreent over a young man?" Liang Wei imdiately threw off his blanket and climbed out of bed, storming toward the next room.
The secretary quickly stepped forward to block him. "Mr. Liang, please don’t get worked up."
"That disgraceful brat! Has he ever done anything decent? He’s ruined the Liang family’s reputation!" As Liang Wei grew more agitated, he slapped himself twice with force.
"Mr. Liang, why punish yourself over this?"
After calming down, Liang Wei said, "That Yueyang kid is really making rethink things; he’s got guts."
It likely wasn’t a simple disagreent over a young man. It was more likely that Liang Cai had done sothing outrageous, and Feng Yueyang couldn’t stand by and intervened. Liang Wei knew his son far too well.
After so thought, Liang Wei said, "Get in touch with Yueyang for . Tell him his uncle would like to invite him to dinner to apologize on behalf of my worthless son."
"But Mr. Liang, your health..."
"No matter. That mischievous boy will surely cause more trouble in the future. I must leave him a lifeline."
In the next ward, the sound of Liang Cai’s cursing could still be heard as Liang Wei entered.
Hearing the footsteps, Liang Cai assud it was the nurse and grabbed his pillow with his only intact hand, throwing it toward the door.
"Get out."
"Such a temper?"
Liang Cai abruptly turned his head. Seeing who had entered, he gasped in terror. "Dad? Why are you here?"
His gaze fell on Liang Wei’s hospital gown, and his pupils shrank rapidly.
"You... you’re really sick?"
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