Chapter Fifty-Four: The Wager

And if you happen to know them, you must make a good connection.”
“Dad, why?”
“Ah, Ranran, the Yang family has been nobility for generations, and is also the martial arts family of the entire West River Province.
If our Li family wants to prosper, we have no choice but to get along with the Yangs. To put it bluntly, countless families in West River Province rely on the Yangs for their livelihoods.”
“Dad, I understand. If there's nothing else, I'll step out for now.”
“Mm, Ranran.”
After Li Ran left, the man spoke, “Ranran, the Yang family is far more complicated than what I just told you.”
...
At Nanshui High School, freshmen and sophomores only have two classes on Friday afternoon. After finishing the second class, Feng Yisheng packed up his books and prepared to go home.
Unexpectedly, Yang Yong showed up again.
“Feng Yisheng, you have to give yourself a chance. Your talent in basketball is almost on par with Steph Curry.”
“Curry? Too bad I like Kawhi Leonard.”
“Uh... Feng Yisheng, don’t you want to contribute to Chinese basketball?”
“Teacher, if you want me to play in a game, I can go, but joining the basketball team requires constant training, and I don’t have that much time.”
“Feng Yisheng, so that's what you're worried about. I promise that as long as you meet the team's training requirements, you don’t have to attend all the practices. With your skill, I think it’ll be easy for you.”
“All right, I’ll think about it and give you an answer next week.”
“Good!”
After their conversation, Yang Yong originally wanted to invite Feng Yisheng to dinner, but was refused yet again.
...
The next day, a car stopped at the entrance of Nanshui Gardens.
It picked up Feng Yisheng and brought him to a mountain villa. Feng Yisheng realized he had underestimated the old man’s status; walking through the grounds, the old man's family estate must cover at least a hundred acres.
“Truly extravagant,” Feng Yisheng thought to himself.
...
The car stopped at the entrance of a three-story villa. Thankfully, it was a villa; as long as they didn’t put him in a traditional courtyard house, he’d be fine.
At the villa entrance—
“Grandpa, can’t you just not let that young man treat you?”
The woman called Xiaoyun looked conflicted; it turned out that after returning last week, Xiaoyun had told her parents about what happened in the park.
Her parents couldn’t believe that someone so young could possess such formidable medical skills, and concluded that Feng Yisheng must be a fraud.
Of course, Xiaoyun’s parents didn’t blame the old man, but instead spoke to Xiaoyun. In the end, since the old man insisted, no one could stop him.
They could only wait for the young man to arrive and expose him, but at the villa entrance, Xiaoyun’s parents found an excuse not to greet Feng Yisheng.
...
When Feng Yisheng got out of the car, Yang Zhenwu came up to greet him.
“Young man, I’ve been waiting for you.”
Feng Yisheng merely waved his hand and said, “Master, please prepare a quiet room for me.
Also, when I treat you later, I hope no one interrupts until I'm finished.”
“Anzhang, go make the arrangements.”
“But…” The middle-aged man beside Yang Zhenwu hesitated.
“Didn’t you understand what I said? Arrange everything as the young man asks.”
Although the middle-aged man was reluctant, seeing his father speak, he turned and went into the villa, presumably to prepare what Feng Yisheng had requested.
...
Just as the group at the entrance was about to enter the villa, a voice sounded from behind.
“Wait a moment.”
Everyone turned around and saw a man dressed formally.
“Mr. Yang, you’re inviting someone to treat you and didn’t inform me?”
Standing beside Yang Zhenwu, Feng Yisheng was puzzled. They needed your approval for treatment?
“Director Liu, young Feng is my guest.”
“Oh? May I ask which medical university Mr. Feng graduated from?”
“I’m still a high school student. I haven’t attended university, and even if I did, I wouldn’t study medicine.” Director Liu, cultivated and polite, did not look down on Feng Yisheng for not having studied medicine.
“Has Mr. Feng studied medicine since childhood?”
“No, I’ve never studied medicine, and neither has my family.”
“Nonsense! Mr. Yang, do you not trust me?” Director Liu was now somewhat angry, ignoring Feng Yisheng and turning to address Yang Zhenwu.
“How could I not? Director Liu, you are the authority at Changnan First Hospital, and a friend of my father. It's just that this young man knows a bit of medicine.” In truth, Director Liu represented the Liu family.
“Mr. Yang, I must be responsible for your safety. Sorry, but I cannot allow someone without medical qualifications to treat you, especially a fraud.”
“If your chief physician does not welcome me, then I won’t treat the master. However, I ask that the fee for my previous treatment be settled.”
“Young man…”
“How much?” Director Liu was the first to speak.
“Ten million.”
“Hmph… What a joke! I, Liu Hai, have practiced medicine for over twenty years—”
“Director Liu, I invited this young man. Last time, when I fainted, it was he who saved me.”
“Even so, Mr. Yang, I cannot let someone without a medical license treat you, particularly a fraud.”
“Who are you calling a fraud?” Feng Yisheng was getting angry.
“Who charges ten million for a treatment? What else would you call it?”
Feng Yisheng was amused, “You call me a fraud, but last time I cured the master. Was it you who did it?”
“Who knows? It might have been a stroke of luck.”
“Fine. You’re a renowned doctor; you must know the master’s condition well. Let’s make a bet.”
“A bet on what?”
“If I successfully treat the master this time, what do you say?”
“I will become your disciple.”
“Good, then I’ll be witness for you and Director Liu,” Yang Zhenwu said.
“You know, the master’s internal organs are severely damaged. I won’t use strong medicine in treatment.
So today, I’ll just repair a part as a start.”
“Agreed. The villa has comprehensive medical equipment. As long as you can repair part of Mr. Yang’s organs, I’ll acknowledge you as my teacher.”
...
The treatment room was on the second floor, but since Feng Yisheng requested not to use it, only a quiet room and a bed were prepared.
Soon, the Yang family arranged everything.
Before treatment, Feng Yisheng worried that simply curing Yang Zhenwu without any visible methods would arouse suspicion.
So he had the Yang family prepare some silver needles, using acupuncture as a cover for applying spiritual power to help Yang Zhenwu.
At that moment, the room contained only Feng Yisheng and Yang Zhenwu.