Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1100: 1075: Miraculous Hands Restore Life

Ye Chen's declaration struck like a thunderbolt, instantly changing everyone's expressions at the scene.

The elder could be saved, but they called the other a quack doctor.

At that moment, an elderly man in a white coat approached, his face filled with displeasure.

“Sir, you must be responsible for your words. Who are you calling a quack?”

Ye Chen smiled lightly and looked at the old man. “The one who said the elder has only three days left—that's who.”

Calis sneered from the side: “Ye Chen, do you know who this doctor is? He is the dean of the California Medical College, the most authoritative doctor in M Country, Mr. Bruce.”

Bruce glared at Ye Chen with cold eyes.

Just now, Ye Chen had labeled him a quack, which infuriated Bruce.

No one in the medical world had ever dared to describe him that way.

Right then, a young man with blond hair walked up.

“Wanrou, who is this young man? He's so arrogant. Bruce is a distinguished guest our family invited. Without him, grandfather would have passed away long ago.”

Lin Wanrou said, “My friend just said that he can save grandpa.”

“Haha, Wanrou, has staying in Hua Country made you foolish? How could medical skills from such a backward country work, especially from this young man who's probably only in his early twenties. How could he cure grandpa's illness?” the blond man sneered.

Calis nearby grew even more smug. “Mr. Bruce is someone I invited at great cost. Even he said grandpa's illness can't be treated—it's hopeless. Wanrou, don't get deceived by this little con man.”

Ye Chen sneered: “If I say it can be cured, it can be cured, unless you don't want grandpa to live.”

Upon hearing Ye Chen's words, everyone's faces shifted again.

The blond man especially looked even more unsightly.

The blond man was named Rock, also from the Rock Clan.

Rock snorted coldly: “You're just an outsider spouting nonsense—get lost.”

Lin Wanrou stepped in front of Ye Chen.

“Rock, you're not the decision-maker here, are you? Since my friend says he can cure grandpa's illness, then he absolutely can.”

Hearing Lin Wanrou's words, Rock snorted coldly: “He says he can cure it—what if something goes wrong?”

Lin Wanrou took a deep breath: “If something goes wrong, I'll take responsibility.”

Rock stared at Lin Wanrou: “How will you take responsibility?”

Lin Wanrou said calmly: “If Ye Chen can't cure grandpa's illness, I'm willing to give up my inheritance rights.”

Her words caused an uproar at the scene.

It was well-known that Lin Wanrou's inheritance rights were worth billions in assets.

Calis on the side was displeased.

“Wanrou, how can you be so impulsive?”

Calis was still counting on Wanrou's funds to aid the family.

Lin Wanrou glanced at Calis: “What does this have to do with you?”

This!

Calis was left speechless.

Rock snorted coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Sister, I won't make things too difficult for you. How about this: if Ye Chen can't cure grandpa's illness, then you'll marry Calis.”

At Rock's words, Lin Wanrou's expression changed slightly.

When she offered to give up her inheritance, she hadn't hesitated.

But at the mention of marrying Calis, Lin Wanrou paused.

Because Lin Wanrou loved Ye Chen, how could she marry another?

But with grandpa on one side and Ye Chen on the other, it put her in a tough spot.

Ye Chen smiled and said, “Wanrou, agree to it. Don't worry, I will cure grandpa's illness.”

Lin Wanrou looked at Ye Chen.

She knew Ye Chen all too well.

If Ye Chen lacked confidence, he wouldn't have said it.

Lin Wanrou nodded: “Rock, I agree.”

Hearing Lin Wanrou's agreement, Calis's face bloomed with joy.

After all, Mr. Bruce had just declared no hope for the old man's illness.

Bruce was the most authoritative doctor in the world.

Even he couldn't cure it—how could Ye Chen, a young man in his early twenties?

Ye Chen walked to the bedside.

The old man's body was withered, tubes inserted everywhere.

At this moment, the old man's face was ashen, shrouded in deathly pallor.

Ye Chen let out a heavy breath.

Fortunately, he had arrived just in time.

Otherwise, even immortals might not save him.

Ye Chen stepped forward and yanked out the breathing and IV tubes directly.

Seeing Ye Chen's actions, everyone was stunned.

Bruce especially shouted in fury: “What are you doing, you idiot?”

Ye Chen completely ignored him and helped the old man sit up.

Then, Ye Chen pulled out silver needles and started acupuncture on the old man.

Westerners had never witnessed ancient acupuncture before.

Bruce's face turned grim.

This fool—how could such primitive methods possibly work?

Ye Chen paid no heed to him, fully focused on inserting the needles into the old man.

Soon, the old man's body bristled with silver needles.

Everyone held their breath, watching intently.

Lin Wanrou prayed silently that Ye Chen must save grandpa.

But Rock and Calis were also praying.

They hoped Ye Chen would worsen grandpa's condition.

According to grandpa's will, the Rock Clan's assets would be split equally between Lin Wanrou and Rock.

But Rock had no intention of sharing half with Lin Wanrou.

So this time, as long as grandpa didn't survive, he'd eliminate Lin Wanrou at any cost.

Ye Chen gently twisted the silver needles.

The previously comatose old man's hand suddenly twitched.

Oh my god, did you see that? The old man's hand just moved!

Everyone was shocked.

The old man had been comatose for a week.

Bruce had tried all kinds of drugs, but there was no response.

He even declared the old man brain dead, vegetative, just waiting to die.

But now, after Ye Chen's acupuncture, the old man's hand moved.

This was utterly astonishing.

Disbelief covered every face.

Suddenly, Ye Chen raised his palm sharply.

Pa!

Ye Chen's palm struck the old man's back directly.

Seeing this, everyone froze.

The old man was already at death's door.

And Ye Chen suddenly slapped him.

Wasn't this no different from killing him?

Rock and Calis rushed forward suddenly: “Kid, what are you doing?”

Other Rock Clan members also charged over in anger.

But at that instant, Ye Chen commanded in a deep voice: “Bring a spittoon.”

Lin Wanrou quickly handed over the spittoon.

Vomit, vomit, vomit!

The old man abruptly vomited violently.

Black liquid poured from the old man's mouth.

“This!”

Watching this, those rushing over halted.

Once the black fluid was expelled, the old man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

“Comfortable.”

This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

The old man, pronounced brain dead by renowned doctors, had actually spoken.

At this moment, Bruce was stunned.

Calis was shocked too.

Rock looked even more in disbelief at the old man who had opened his eyes.