"Why aren't you making a move yet?"
Seeing that Du Fei hadn't acted immediately, the refined man asked in confusion.
Du Fei pointed to the bodyguards around him, "With so many people surrounding him, are you afraid your boss won't be able to breathe the fresh air around him?"
The refined man then realized that the bodyguards were worried that Du Fei might harm their boss, so they were all guarding him closely, forming a tight circle around Du Fei and the old man on the ground.
"What are you all standing around for? Get back!"
Just as the bodyguards were about to move away, the bodyguard who had initially blocked the door spoke up, "Assistant Qin, this person's identity is unknown. If we move too far away, what if he harms the boss?"
The speaker was the captain of the bodyguards, and he recognized that Du Fei was with the girl who had argued with him earlier.
Assistant Qin looked at Du Fei, then at the bodyguard captain, and then at his boss lying on the ground, breathing weakly.
He gritted his teeth, "You all retreat. If anything happens, I'll stake my life on it!"
In truth, Assistant Qin was left with no choice. Seeing his boss's condition, it was as Du Fei had said; if he didn't act quickly to treat him, he would soon be on his last breath.
Rather than watching his boss die, it was better to trust Du Fei. After all, Du Fei had immediately stated that his boss had a chronic heart condition, so he must be a skilled doctor. Assistant Qin was like a drowning man who had found a piece of driftwood; regardless of the outcome, the only way now was to cling tightly to it.
Du Fei nodded at Assistant Qin.
Pneumothorax is a condition where air enters the pleural cavity, causing it to fill with air, or a spontaneous pneumothorax caused by the spontaneous rupture of lung tissue due to illness.
If in a hospital, with specialized equipment, pneumothorax is actually not a difficult condition to treat.
However, when combined with the old man's chronic heart condition, the situation becomes entirely different.
Even Du Fei had to activate his X-ray ability to first ascertain the condition of the old man's internal organs before taking out his golden needles to treat him.
Time ticked by, and Assistant Qin and the old man's bodyguards stared intently at Du Fei's hands.
They watched as Du Fei's hands moved all over the old man's body, as if flying butterflies.
After more than ten minutes, Du Fei finally stopped.
"Brother, let me wipe your sweat for you."
Just as Du Fei stopped, a fair and tender little hand reached out.
Du Fei turned his head and saw Du Yunyun looking at him with concern. He smiled, took the tissue from her hand, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Du Fei had originally instructed Du Yunyun to wait for him in the car.
However, after waiting for a while, Du Yunyun became curious and walked over.
Seeing Du Fei sweating profusely after treating the old man, she quickly got some tissues and handed them to him.
"How is it? How is my boss?"
As soon as Du Fei finished wiping his sweat, Assistant Qin couldn't help but lean in and ask.
It wasn't Du Fei's fault for Assistant Qin's eagerness; he had just staked his life, and if anything went wrong, he would be doomed.
"Don't worry, your boss will wake up soon."
Du Fei's gaze seemed to penetrate one's inner thoughts.
Under Du Fei's gaze, Assistant Qin suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Without making them wait long, just two minutes later, the old man lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes.
"Boss, Boss, are you feeling better?"
Seeing that his boss had truly woken up, Assistant Qin rushed forward.
After the boss nodded slightly, he quickly helped him up.
At the same time, the bodyguard captain stood on the old man's other side, supporting him on each side.
"My old ailment flared up just now, and I'm indebted to this young man. If it weren't for your timely intervention, I'm afraid I would have breathed my last here."
Although the old man had been unconscious, he was still aware and knew that Du Fei had saved him.
So, after being helped up by Assistant Qin and the bodyguard captain, he immediately thanked Du Fei.
Du Fei: "It was just a small effort, nothing to mention."
To Du Fei, no matter who the other party was, in front of him, they were just a patient.
Since the patient was cured, Du Fei should now make his exit.
He then took Du Yunyun's hand and was about to return to their car.
"By the way, my friend, you were able to tell that my boss has a chronic heart condition without even an examination. Can you cure this ailment for my boss?"
Seeing that the old man was standing steadily, Secretary Qin released his hand and hurried after Du Fei for a couple of steps.
Du Fei looked back at the old man, "When I was treating your boss just now, I did a brief examination. Your boss's heart condition appears to be congenital. Although I can treat it, it will require some precious medicinal herbs."
"As long as you can cure my illness, no amount of precious medicinal herbs will be a problem!"
This time, it was the old man himself who spoke.
Upon hearing Du Fei say that he could cure his congenital heart disease, his eyes lit up, and a look of anticipation appeared on his face.
As Du Fei had just mentioned, the old man's heart condition was congenital, inherited from his family.
When he was younger, he would only experience occasional pain. As he aged, the heart condition recurred more frequently and lasted for longer periods.
On several occasions, the old man even thought he was going to die.
After being tormented by this troublesome heart condition for decades, even with the old man's resilient character, he had become somewhat fearful.
Moreover, as he grew older, he also developed a reverence for death.
Over the past few decades, the old man had not been to hospitals. He had visited major hospitals all over the country, and even invited overseas experts in cardiology for consultations.
However, in the end, these people stated that they were powerless.
Yet, just as the old man was sinking into despair, thinking he would eventually be tortured to death by his congenital heart disease, Du Fei appeared and said he could cure him. How could the old man not be expectant and excited?
As for the precious medicinal herbs Du Fei mentioned, given the old man's wealth, they were not a problem at all.
"No amount of precious medicinal herbs is a problem, nor is your consultation fee. But I do have one question: so many renowned doctors and experts across the country were unable to help my heart condition. Young man, you look to be in your twenties. Are you truly confident you can cure my ailment?"
After his initial excitement, the old man voiced the doubt that he and everyone present had.
It was understandable, given Du Fei's young age, that they couldn't help but question the veracity of his statement.
"Are you saying you don't believe my brother? My brother just saved your life! You're being too much!"
Before the old man could receive Du Fei's answer, Du Yunyun, standing beside Du Fei, became indignant on her brother's behalf.
Du Fei had saved his life, yet he was now questioning Du Fei's words. This old man was being too much.
"I'm sorry. I just don't want to be disappointed again."
The old man actually apologized.
If outsiders knew that the old man had apologized, it would have astonished many.
Du Fei said seriously, "Since I said I can cure it, I will definitely cure it. Once you have gathered the medicinal herbs I need, you can come to this address to find me."
Having said that, Du Fei took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket and wrote down the address of his Chinese medicine clinic, as well as the names of the precious medicinal herbs needed to treat the old man's heart condition.
Because Secretary Qin had staked his life as a guarantee earlier, Du Fei had a good impression of him, so after finishing writing, Du Fei handed the note to Secretary Qin.
After Secretary Qin took the note, Du Fei took Du Yunyun back to the car and then left the underground parking lot.