"What? The Hua Tuo’s Golden Prescription can't cure illnesses?" Cao Xinghua's expression suddenly changed dramatically. "Buddy, you must be mistaken," he exclaimed. "There are numerous ancient texts that document Hua Tuo’s Golden Prescription, stating it clearly. This is a golden formula that can be used for malignant ailments."

"You all have misunderstood," Ye Bufan shook his head and said. As a descendant of the Ancient Medical Sect, renowned for both the anesthetic powder and the Hua Tuo’s Golden Prescription, he couldn't possibly be unaware of the true effects of the prescription. He explained, "The Hua Tuo’s Golden Prescription can indeed be used for malignant ailments, but its true function is not to cure them. Instead, it helps alleviate the pain of terminally ill patients. In terms of its function, it's similar to the anesthetic powder, which is used for surgeries, but this prescription is meant for late-stage patients to relieve pain. In essence, it's just a pain-relief prescription that can be used for various ailments, including alleviating pain in late-stage cancer patients. Moreover, it's much more effective than current pain relievers, with no addictive properties or side effects."

"This... this can't be true," Cao Xinghua looked incredulous. "This is impossible. If it can't cure illnesses, why is it called the Hua Tuo’s Golden Prescription?"

Ye Bufan explained, "For some severe patients, such as those with late-stage cancer or pancreatitis, the pain is unbearable. This prescription can effectively alleviate such pain. Only those who suffer from the agony of diseases know the value of this prescription, hence it's referred to as the Golden Prescription."

Cao Xinghua was completely dumbfounded. Previously, he couldn't determine the properties and effects of the prescription due to its incomplete nature, which led to his misunderstanding of the ancient texts. As Ye Bufan explained, the efficacy of this medicine was indeed invaluable. But since the Hua Tuo’s Golden Prescription could only alleviate pain and not cure the disease fundamentally, what could he use to save people?

Seeing his despondent expression, Ye Bufan comforted him, saying, "Mr. Cao, there's no need to be too upset. Although the Hua Tuo’s Golden Prescription can't cure the disease, there are other ways."

"Other ways?" Cao Xinghua's heart suddenly stirred. "Buddy, can you cure my friend's illness?"

Given Ye Bufan's possession of the complete Hua Tuo’s Golden Prescription, it indicated his extraordinary master, which sparked a glimmer of hope in Cao Xinghua's heart.

Ye Bufan nodded and said, "Yes."

Cao Xinghua was overjoyed, eagerly asking, "Buddy, are you sure you can cure him? How confident are you?"

"I'm eighty percent sure."

Ye Bufan's modest statement was actually an understatement. After all, the illness his friend suffered from was just a type of pulmonary disease, which was far from being considered incurable in the face of the Ancient Medical Sect's heritage. But Cao Xinghua was overjoyed. For him, who had struggled for so long without finding a cure, an eighty percent chance of recovery was unimaginable.

"This is fantastic, buddy. I'll trouble you to come with me and diagnose my old friend," Cao Xinghua said eagerly.

Ye Bufan nodded. Seeing how sincerely this old man cared about his friend's illness, it was evident he was a man of character. Helping him out was no big deal.

Cao Xinghua drove his Audi A6, and the two of them left Hundred Herbs Hall, heading towards the most renowned Picturesque Gardens in Jiangnan City.

It was their first meeting, and Cao Xinghua wasn't entirely trusting. He had invited Ye Bufan to treat his old friend solely because he had no better options.

Driving and conversing, Cao Xinghua asked, "Buddy, how do you plan to treat my old friend's illness?"

His question served both as an inquiry and a test, wanting to see if Ye Bufan was just blowing hot air.

"According to what Mr. Cao just said, the most suitable method for this condition would be the Revival Nine Needles."

"What? What did you say?" Cao Xinghua's hands trembled with shock at the mention of the Revival Nine Needles. The vehicle veered off course, narrowly avoiding a collision with an oncoming truck. Fortunately, Ye Bufan reacted swiftly, pushing the steering wheel back into alignment, averting disaster.

"Mr. Cao, please be careful!" Ye Bufan called out, finding the situation somewhat amusing. Despite his advanced age, Cao Xinghua seemed remarkably flustered.

Cao Xinghua hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. He then grabbed Ye Bufan's hand and exclaimed, "Buddy, what did you just say? Is it really the Revival Nine Needles?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Ye Bufan asked.

"Oh my goodness, you actually know the Revival Nine Needles. Are you pulling my leg?"

No wonder Cao Xinghua was so excited. Revered as the most remarkable acupuncture technique in the history of traditional Chinese medicine, Revival Nine Needles once boasted a reputation for bringing back the dead and making Death itself weep.

Legend has it that anyone capable of employing the Revival Nine Needles can bring the dead back to life, leaving the two soul-reaping messengers, Heibai Wuchang, powerless.

Ye Bufan replied, "I would never deceive you, sir. The Revival Nine Needles is indeed part of my master's lineage."

"This is fantastic, truly fantastic. With the Revival Nine Needles, we can finally save He's life," Cao Xinghua exclaimed, his confidence in Ye Bufan soaring.

He family was undoubtedly the epitome of prestige in Jiangnan City's upper echelons.

Mr. He Changqing, patriarch of the He family, once fought alongside the founding emperor to unite the land, earning countless military achievements for Huaxia. Hewas one of the few remaining elders today and wielded immense influence not only in Jiangnan City but also throughout Huaxia.

His three sons were also remarkably accomplished: the eldest, He Tianming, was a decorated military officer; the second son, He Tianda, pursued a career in politics and held a prominent position in Jiangnan City; while the third son, He Tianqi, found success in business and had become immensely wealthy. It was due to their achievements that the He family wielded considerable influence throughout Jiangnan City.

The He family's villa was located in the most prestigious area of Picturesque Gardens in Jiangnan City, occupying a separate compound consisting of three European-style buildings.

Cao Xinghua was evidently familiar with the place, as the guards at the back entrance made no attempt to stop him. Upon entering, he was greeted by a middle-aged man in his forties, He Tianqi, the third son of He Changqing.

"Uncle Cao, you're here," He Tianqi said with a worried expression. "I was just about to call you. My father's condition has been worsening these days. Please, come and see him quickly."

"Don't worry, I've brought Bufan here today to see your father," Cao Xinghua reassured him. He then introduced Ye Bufan to He Tianqi, saying, "This is Ye Bufan, Dr. Ye."

"Ah?" He Tianqi looked utterly bewildered. In the past, Cao Xinghua often brought some renowned traditional Chinese medicine experts to treat his father's illness, but all of them were elderly individuals well past their prime. When did they suddenly have such a young TCM practitioner?

Cao Xinghua sensed his doubts and said, "Don't be fooled by Bufan's youth. His medical skills surpass mine by far. Let's go and see He."

Although He Tianqi was somewhat skeptical of Ye Bufan, he couldn't disregard Mr. Cao's authority. He led the two of them to a three-story building.

Cao Xinghua navigated the place with ease, leading Ye Bufan into a separate three-story building, which served as the He family's private hospital. Despite being a private facility, the medical equipment and facilities were no less sophisticated than those of large hospitals.

Entering the ward, Ye Bufan saw an elderly man with white hair lying on the bed, his complexion pale and emaciated, already unconscious.

He Tianqi, visibly anxious, pleaded, "Uncle Cao, please help my father."

Cao Xinghua turned to Ye Bufan and said, "Bufan, take a look at He."

As Ye Bufan approached He Changqing's bedside, he was about to feel his pulse when he heard someone behind him shout, "Stop! Don't touch my grandfather!"