Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1054 - 1029: I Can Cure Her

Beethoven truly embodies the soul of the piano.

He delivered this exquisite melody with flawless mastery.

Ye Chen had listened to numerous renditions of this composition, yet none truly embodied Beethoven's essence.

Despite following the identical score.

However, when various individuals perform it, the outcome varies dramatically.

Beethoven's rendition of this piece appeared to narrate a tale of romance.

The spectators were completely captivated while listening.

As the melody concluded, silence enveloped the hall.

This composition was genuinely stunning.

It nearly swept away all those in attendance.

Shortly after, explosive cheers and claps burst from the crowd.

Beethoven rose and offered a bow to the gathered audience.

"Dear guests, this work 'Für Elise' is dedicated to you—kindly keep it in your memories."

While saying this, Beethoven glanced toward Ye Chen.

Were it not for Ye Chen's input, finishing this work would have been impossible for him.

Maybe that individual is the actual piano deity.

Admiration shone brightly on Beethoven's features.

The whole crowd rose to their feet, clapping enthusiastically for Beethoven.

Plenty among them were devoted followers of Beethoven.

Yet, after a brief pause, Beethoven declared, "The swift creation of this melody owes much to a youthful talent whose piano expertise eclipses my own. He hails from the East as Ye Chen, and he crafted the second portion."

Hearing Beethoven's statement, the crowd erupted in astonishment.

What?

This melody actually involves another composer, and it's that youthful figure.

Even the Empress found herself taken aback.

After all, Beethoven's talent was already at the pinnacle.

And surprisingly, someone possessed piano abilities exceeding Beethoven's.

Every gaze in the hall fixed on that Eastern countenance.

It belonged to the gentleman seated next to the Empress.

"Goodness, he turns out to be a prodigy in music too."

"So striking in appearance and gifted, I truly wish to become his spouse."

"Has the piano art in the Eastern lands progressed to such heights?"

…

Beethoven's revelation left everyone in shock.

Ye Chen merely offered a subtle smile.

In truth, Ye Chen preferred to avoid the limelight.

Since, after all, he didn't originate from this alternate reality.

At present, his sole desire was to head back to his original realm without delay.

Nevertheless, no notification had come from the system.

Even worse, Ye Chen had unwittingly drawn all the focus at the gathering.

The Empress next to him regarded Ye Chen with wide-eyed surprise.

Her lovely cheeks turned rosy, brimming with respect and fondness.

Particularly those sparkling azure eyes, resembling precious stones.

The Empress felt even greater amazement now.

She hadn't anticipated that Ye Chen had composed half of this melody.

"Mr. Ye, are you merely an everyday individual? Perhaps you're a prince from the Great Qing?"

The Empress was utterly amazed.

Since piano playing was deemed an elite pursuit in Hawk Country as well.

Only those of noble birth could engage in it.

Yet Ye Chen claimed to be just a commoner—how could he master the piano?

Ye Chen felt at a loss for words.

Prince?

Ha ha, the Great Qing fell ages ago.

Ye Chen grinned: "I am indeed a regular fellow; actually, I simply transport goods for folks."

Ye Chen chose phrasing familiar to this time period.

Upon Ye Chen's explanation, the assembly buzzed with surprise once more.

"What? Am I mistaken—this lad is merely a simple delivery worker?"

"Impossible!"

"Can a common Easterner possess such abilities?"

"This is utterly unbelievable."

The crowd grew even more astounded by the ancient Eastern realm.

They even viewed it as a remarkably sophisticated society.

For even a mere delivery worker displayed such extraordinary musical talent—it was downright frightening.

All present were left dumbfounded.

…

Ye Chen observed the stunned looks around him and gave a wry smile.

Truthfully, he had spoken honestly.

But evidently, his statement had rattled these folks.

"Mr. Ye, would you consider remaining in our Hawk Country?"

The Empress inquired abruptly.

The Empress had already developed deep feelings for Ye Chen.

This brilliant and attractive youth—imagining him as my partner would be so enchanting.

The Empress went on, "Should you choose to stay in Hawk Country, I shall bestow upon you a noble rank myself, plus a premier castle—what do you say?"

Hearing the Empress's proposal, Ye Chen smiled and replied, "I appreciate your generosity, but it's unnecessary; I'll be heading back to my own world shortly."

Though holding an earldom might offer ease, this remains Hawk Country from over two centuries past.

Ye Chen realized that lingering would attract innumerable lovely ladies eager to wed him, given his gifts.

However, Ye Chen knew full well that this place wasn't his true home.

The system might summon him away anytime, and upon that call, he had to depart for his realm.

Curiosity gripped Ye Chen right then.

Based on previous patterns, the system ought to have recalled him by now.

But on this occasion, the system kept him here still.

What could be the reason?

The Empress had assumed Ye Chen would accept, yet his rejection surprised her.

Disappointment filled her gaze.

But suddenly, the Empress's demeanor shifted subtly.

She pressed a hand to her chest, pain etching across her features.

"Oh dear, the Empress's cardiac issue has flared up."

A few attendants rushed forward promptly.

A physician with a kit also dashed to the scene.

It happened that the Empress suffered from an inborn heart ailment.

Ye Chen furrowed his brow witnessing this.

Yet, eyeing the tools the physician held, he knitted his brows tighter.

The Empress's episode struck abruptly, and evidently, her condition was quite advanced.

This instance demanded immediate care, or the Empress faced grave risk.

From the physician's frustrated look, Ye Chen gathered that this healer likely lacked a cure.

Given the era's limited medical knowledge, such heart issues proved untreatable.

The physician grew pale and shook his head: "The Empress likely won't survive."

"What?" The officials' expressions turned solemn.

In that instant, Ye Chen spoke up: "Allow me to attempt it."

"You?" All turned their eyes to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen affirmed, "I believe I can heal the Empress's affliction."

The physician scowled at those words.

He ranked as Hawk Country's premier healer.

He had just admitted defeat, but Ye Chen claimed success.

This amounted to a direct challenge.

"Lad, don't spout rubbish—the Empress's heart is failing fast; how could you possibly heal her?"

Ye Chen produced a silver needle and stated, "Though you cannot manage it, traditional Chinese medicine can."

"Chinese medicine?" The group was taken aback.

The physician's expression soured: "Youngster, do you intend to prick our esteemed Empress with needles?"

Ye Chen huffed, "These are silver needles, employed for healing. If you persist in blocking me, the Empress may truly perish."

Just then, an official stated sternly, "Mr. Ye, are you certain you can cure her?"

Ye Chen nodded: "Absolutely; further hesitation could complicate matters."

The official sharply ordered the physician, "Step back."

Ye Chen approached the Empress, retrieved the silver needle, and delicately placed it at an acupoint close to her heart.