“Boss Ye! How did you…” Zhou Fu exclaimed in surprise when he turned around and saw Ye Qing standing behind them. The young man was wearing a serene, laid-back smile on his face.1

“I followed you, of course!” Ye Qing replied.1

“Boss Ye, did you just say you can treat my son?” Zhou Fu’s wife pushed past her husband and grabbed Ye Qing’s arms.0

He nodded. “Yes, I can!”0

Overjoyed, she begged, “Please save my son, Boss Ye! I beg you!”0

Zhou Fu was just as worried as his wife, but unlike her he was a little less trusting. “Are you sure, Boss Ye?” He asked suspiciously. It was understandable. Ye Qing was just too young.0

Ye Qing paid his suspicion no heed and answered amiably, “Do not worry, Boss Zhou. As a scholar, I always put my money where my mouth is!”0

Once again, his wife shoved Zhou Fu aside and pulled Ye Qing all the way to the bed. Like a drowning woman on her last straw, she begged, “There is no time! Please examine Hui’er already, Boss Ye!”0

Ye Qing obediently sat down beside the bed and gave Zhou Hui’s stomach a rub. The young boy’s stomach was round and swollen. To say that he was full to the brim would be an understatement. And yet, the boy’s eyes shone with such hunger it reminded him of a beggar who hadn’t had...0