The Yang mansion was a grand estate situated by a lake. As the car pulled up to the main gate, a middle-aged man was waiting. He smiled and said, "Are you Physician Ye? I've been instructed by the second young lady to await you here."
Ye Tian nodded. "Good."
The car drove into the courtyard and, after a few minutes, stopped before a secluded small courtyard. The gate was open, and Yang Qingxue was standing at the entrance.
As the two alighted from the car, Yang Qingxue said, "Physician Ye, thank you for making this personal trip."
Ye Tian replied, "As a healer, it is nothing. This is Han Ning Shuang from the Han family."
Yang Qingxue smiled. "The Han family is wealthy beyond measure; your name is well-known."
Han Ning Shuang demurred, "Second young lady, you are too kind. The Han family is merely a merchant house."
After a few pleasantries, Yang Qingxue invited them into the living room.
Ye Tian got straight to the point. "Is Second Master Yang here?"
Yang Qingxue nodded. "My father is in the back. Physician Ye will have to trouble you to examine him shortly."
Ye Tian said, "I should see the patient first. Whether I can cure him depends on the examination."
Just as he was about to rise, a middle-aged man, accompanied by two young men, barged in. The middle-aged man shouted angrily, "Yang Qingxue, how can you bring a quack doctor to examine your second brother?"
Upon seeing him, Yang Qingxue said sternly, "Third Uncle, this is Physician Ye from Hai City. How can he be a quack? Furthermore, seeking medical help for my father is my prerogative, and it's none of anyone else's business!"
A young man in his twenties behind the middle-aged man retorted angrily, "Yang Qingxue, watch your tone. Are we outsiders? Isn't that your Third Uncle standing before you?"
Yang Qingxue sneered, "When my father fell unconscious, if you hadn't prevented him from being sent for treatment, he wouldn't have ended up in a vegetative state!"
"Presumptuous!" The middle-aged man's expression changed. "Our Yang family has the best doctors in the capital. Treating him at home was the optimal choice at the time!"
Yang Qingxue stated, "That's enough. I don't wish to discuss past matters with you. Physician Ye is here to treat my father; please leave."
The young man scoffed, "I am your Third Uncle. I will not allow you to act recklessly!"
As he finished speaking, two bodyguards rushed in from behind him and headed towards Ye Tian. Yang Qingxue stepped forward, blocking Ye Tian, and said angrily, "Whoever dares to touch Physician Ye, I will make them pay!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Ignore her. Drag her out, frame her with some charge, and send her to prison for a few years."
Ye Tian walked around Yang Qingxue and said calmly, "I am entrusted by someone to fulfill a duty. If these two wish to make a move, they have chosen the wrong target."
The middle-aged man grunted heavily. "What is this insignificant person babbling about? Arrest him!"
The two bodyguards lunged from either side. Ye Tian didn't move. He circulated his true energy, and as soon as the two men touched his clothes, they both grunted in pain, falling to the ground as if electrocuted, convulsing and foaming at the mouth, their eyes rolling back.
The young man was startled. "You know sorcery!"
Before he could finish speaking, the young man's mouth twisted to one side, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud, breaking his front teeth.
Ye Tian smiled. "Is this gentleman having a stroke? Hurry and send him to the hospital, or it will be too late."
The middle-aged man turned pale with shock. He had only this one son and could not afford any mishap. He immediately forgot about Ye Tian and Yang Qingxue, calling for his men to carry the young man away.
Yang Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief. "Physician Ye, I am truly sorry."
Ye Tian replied, "It's alright. Let's go see the patient quickly. Before the other party can react, they won't give us another chance."
Yang Qingxue nodded vigorously and led Ye Tian into a quiet room. There, a middle-aged man in his fifties lay peacefully on the bed, his face gaunt and his body very thin.
Ye Tian took his pulse and examined his eyelids. His expression grew solemn.
Yang Qingxue asked anxiously, "Physician Ye, can my father be cured?"
Ye Tian said, "He has been afflicted by a curse!"