Ye Bufan ignored the others and focused on needling. While Cao Xinghua recognized the Revival Nine Needles technique, he was unaware of the potent Chaos Qi circulating within Ye Bufan's body, which was a crucial factor in healing. The combination of Revival Nine Needles and Chaos Qi could produce unexpected effects.

In the midst of silence, time passed slowly. About 20 minutes later, Ye Bufan withdrew the silver needles one by one and calmly stated, "It's done. Mr. He's illness has been cured!"

"Cured? How is that possible? Do you think we're all fools?" Gao Haisheng couldn't believe that just a few needles could cure a patient's pulmonary disease, especially someone in critical condition.

He Shuangshuang echoed, "Yeah, isn't my grandfather still in a coma?"

"It'll be fine soon." Ye Bufan raised his hand and gently patted He Changqing's Dantian. Suddenly, Mr. He exhaled a breath, his pale face regained its color, and he opened his eyes, sitting up from the bed.

Gao Haisheng was startled, taking several steps back. He couldn't believe what he was witnessing; it seemed like a resurrection in broad daylight.

He Tianqi and He Shuangshuang were ecstatic. "Father, you're awake?" "Grandpa, you finally woke up! You almost scared me to death!"

"Alright, stop crying. Let me move around. After lying in bed for so long, my body feels rusty." He Changqing waved off their tears, got out of bed, and slowly walked around the room.

Initially slow, his steps gradually became smoother, and soon, he was walking normally again.

Onlookers were amazed. They had just been preparing for the worst, and now, the patient was full of life. The sudden transformation was difficult for them to comprehend.

Gao Haisheng was stunned, mouth agape, for quite some time before finally closing it. He stepped forward and said, "This can't be true. It might be just a temporary improvement, Mr. He. I need to perform a physical examination on you."

He Changqing retorted, "Temporary improvement my foot! What nonsense are you talking about? I know my own body, and I'm feeling fine now. At least for the next ten years, the King Yama won't come looking for this old man again."

Gao Haisheng awkwardly said, "Mr. He, I misspoke earlier. But I still believe that undergoing a check-up would be beneficial."

He Shuangshuang added, "Grandpa, it's better to have the examination done. We'll feel reassured after the check-up."

He Changqing nodded, "Alright, I'll listen to you and have the check-up." He settled back onto the bed, and Gao Haisheng, accompanied by his assistants, began the examination again.

Soon, the results were ready, and Gao Haisheng was astounded as he looked at the data. If he hadn't conducted the examination himself, he would have thought the results came from two different people. The latest test results showed that He Changqing's health was remarkably good. In particular, the pulmonary function test showed everything was normal. The fluid that had previously accumulated in his lungs had disappeared without a trace, and there were no signs of fibrosis.

"This can't be, it's absolutely impossible!" Gao Haisheng stood there dumbfounded, staring at the test results in his hands, repeatedly muttering, "This can't be."

He Changqing sat up again and turned to Cao Xinghua, saying, "Old Cao, I must thank you this time. Even without saying it, I know you're the one who saved my life!"

Cao Xinghua stepped forward and said, "Old buddy, you've got it wrong this time. I did want to save you, but unfortunately, I didn't have the ability. It was this buddy here, Dr. Ye Bufan, who brought you back from King Yama."

He Changqing's face flashed with astonishment. "Dr. Ye, you're truly talented at such a young age. I didn't expect such exceptional medical skills from someone so young. Thank you. My life is in your hands now. You're the savior of the He family. Your matters are our family's matters."

Ye Bufan replied calmly, "Mr. He, you're too kind. Your illness is nothing in the eyes of traditional Chinese medicine."

He then turned to Gao Haisheng. "Dr. Gao, isn't it time for you to fulfill your bet?"

With everyone's gaze now focused on Gao Haisheng, they recalled the bet the two had just made.

Gao Haisheng's face turned as red as a beet. Although he was indeed impressed by Ye Bufan's medical skills, parting with a million yuan at once was still painful.

He Tianqi's expression darkened. "Dr. Gao, I'm a witness. You wouldn't think of reneging on the bet, would you?"

He was extremely dissatisfied with Gao Haisheng. Not only did he repeatedly mention preparing for his father's funeral earlier, but now, after losing the bet, he seemed reluctant to pay up. Did he think the He family was easy to bully?

Gao Haisheng's heart trembled. He was well aware of the He family's influence, not just in Jiangnan City but throughout China. If he left the He family displeased today, he might not be able to leave Jiangnan City, and his medical career might be ruined.

He had no choice but to take the checkbook from his assistant, write a million yuan check, and hand it to Ye Bufan.

Taking the check, Ye Bufan said, "I've received the money, but don't forget your promise."

"Don't worry, tomorrow I'll publicly apologize to traditional Chinese medicine in major media outlets across China."

Gao Haisheng, accompanied by his assistants, left the He family residence with a crestfallen expression.

As soon as he left, Cao Xinghua approached Ye Bufan. "I want to become your disciple. What do you think?"

He was not joking. Ever since witnessing the Revival Nine Needles technique, he had been in awe of Ye Bufan and was genuinely eager to learn from him. He was even about to kneel down to pay respect.

Ye Bufan was taken aback and quickly helped him up. "Mr. He, that won't do. I dare not accept you as my disciple."

He admired Mr. Cao's character and dedication to the development of traditional Chinese medicine. He was a true contributor to the field.

However, Cao Xinghua looked displeased. "Bufan, are you implying that I'm too old? I sincerely want to learn traditional Chinese medicine from you."

Ye Bufan hurriedly said, "That's not the case at all. You're highly respected, and how could I accept you as my disciple? How about this? Regardless of what you want to learn, I promise not to withhold anything."

"That won't do. In traditional Chinese medicine, we follow the teacher-disciple tradition. It's not right for me to learn without formally acknowledging you as my master. I must become your disciple," insisted Cao Xinghua. "In our field, it's the accomplished who become masters, and age is not a concern."

Seeing the determination in the old man's eyes, Ye Bufan could only smile wryly. "Regardless, I dare not accept you as my disciple. How about this? Let me accept disciples on behalf of my master, and you can become my disciple under his tutelage."