TNIBFT -Chapter 101 Who Is Being So Presumptuous?

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside, Ye Yunting quickly got up and went to greet them at the door.

The physician was the last hope to save Ye Tian.

Xiao Jiang held onto Ye Tian’s hand, hating his own weakness, hating that he was powerless to help.

A few days ago, Ye Tian had clearly said that he dreamed of being plagued by illness in his old age, living a life worse than death. If Xiao Jiang learned medicine, he might be able to save him. If only he had started studying day and night back then…

But now, it was too late!

“Father!”

Filled with guilt, Xiao Jiang refused to let go of Ye Tian’s hand.

The footsteps drew closer and closer.

“Where is Divine Doctor Jiang?” Ye Yunting’s voice rang out.

Xiao Jiang turned his head and saw Qiu Feibai carrying a large wooden chest on his back, with Xiao Xun’er following behind him. Xiao Jiang frowned slightly—why was it him?

Seeing the three children staring at Qiu Feibai, their little faces showed clear disappointment.

Xiao Xun’er hurried into the room and said, “This is the number one divine physician of Medicine King Valley. He was invited by the City Lord to treat a very important person, and that’s why he came to Sifang City. His medical skills are more than ten times better than Jiang Huichun’s.”

The three children exchanged glances, clearly doubtful of her claim.

Xiao Xun’er said helplessly, “Let’s save him first.”

“Being able to meet Divine Doctor Qiu is your good fortune.”

After speaking, Xiao Xun’er respectfully turned to Qiu Feibai. “Divine Doctor Qiu, you must save Ye Tian. Don’t worry about the consultation fee, and don’t hesitate to use any rare medicinal herbs. As long as he can be saved, I will cover all the expenses.”

Qiu Feibai glanced at Xiao Jiang, who was sitting on the ground, and said calmly, “I don’t treat people for money.”

“Only for fate.”

Xiao Jiang froze for a moment. Before he could react, Qiu Feibai had already sat by the bedside and began taking Ye Tian’s pulse.

Time passed, second by second.

Looking at Qiu Feibai’s profile, Xiao Jiang’s heart rose and fell with anxiety.

Ye Shuangxue paced restlessly around the room.

“The injuries are too severe. He inhaled a large amount of dense smoke. If he had come out even a quarter of an hour later, not even immortals could have saved him,” Qiu Feibai said, frowning.

Ye Yunting quickly asked, “What about now?”

“My father… why does he still have a fever? Why won’t he wake up no matter how we call him?”

Ye Yunting’s eyes turned red. No matter how intelligent or mature he was, at this moment, he was just a five-year-old child. With his own father gravely ill, his reaction was no different from any other child.

Qiu Feibai shook his head.

Ye Yunting’s expression immediately crumbled. He quickly lowered his head, afraid that others would see his distress.

Looking at Ye Tian lying on the bed, Xiao Jiang thought for a moment, then knelt properly at Qiu Feibai’s feet.

“Sir, I want to learn medicine from you. Please accept me as your disciple!”

After speaking, Xiao Jiang pressed his forehead to the ground.

His attitude was extremely sincere.

A flash passed through Qiu Feibai’s eyes. He quickly frowned, stood up, and helped Xiao Jiang to his feet.

“Get up quickly.”

“I am a physician. Saving lives and healing the wounded is my duty. Even if you don’t become my disciple, I will still do my utmost to treat Ye Tian.”

“I’ve made up my mind!”

Kneeling on the ground, Xiao Jiang’s little face was filled with determination. He pushed away Qiu Feibai’s hands that were trying to help him up.

“As long as you are willing to accept me as your disciple, I will study medicine diligently. In the future, I will be like Master—helping the world, saving lives and healing the wounded.”

After speaking—

Bang!

Bang!

He knocked his forehead against the ground three times with resounding force.

Xiao Jiang didn’t want to regret it. He didn’t want to face situations again and again where his family or Ye Tian lay gravely ill, and they could only stand by helplessly, waiting for others’ pity.

He didn’t want to leave Ye Tian.

But even more, he couldn’t bear to watch his loved ones die right in front of him.

Qiu Feibai nodded in satisfaction, the joy on his face impossible to conceal. Xiao Xun’er had originally gone to the Jiang family to invite Jiang Huichun, but he happened to see her outside and, after learning the situation, volunteered himself. Luckily he took the initiative—otherwise, he would have missed out on such a promising disciple.

He helped Xiao Jiang up and said kindly, “Good disciple, your master will teach you everything I know without holding anything back.”

After a simple apprenticeship ceremony, Qiu Feibai took out a specially made medicinal pill and fed it to Ye Tian…

By the time Ye Tian woke up, only his daughter and the eldest child remained by his side in the room.

…

Meanwhile, in the imperial capital of Great Zhou.

The grand and imposing golden imperial city stretched endlessly. Anyone walking within it would feel as insignificant as an ant. Gazing at the golden glazed tiles, a group of officials bent slightly and spoke in hushed tones:

“I wonder why the Prime Minister summoned us here?”

“In recent days, Great Liang has been making restless moves, mobilizing troops. Could this be related to them?”

“His Majesty has been unconscious. If war breaks out now, our morale will surely suffer.”

“Indeed, indeed!”

“I’ve heard that the agents His Majesty planted in Great Liang are all searching for a child…”

“This child’s identity…”

They whispered among themselves.

The officials gathered at the entrance of the Hall of Diligent Governance, still chatting quietly, having all but forgotten the taboos and authority that should surround a monarch.

Five years ago, the Empress of Great Zhou suddenly fell into a deep slumber. In these five years, court sessions had merely been for show; state affairs were mostly handled by the left and right prime ministers along with a few loyal ministers. Over time, they knew the Empress existed—but had nearly forgotten that this empire belonged to her.

Laughing and chatting as usual, they pushed open the doors and stepped into the hall without restraint.

Today, however, the atmosphere inside felt… different.

The officials who entered first immediately sensed something amiss with their keen political instincts and grew cautious. A few lagged behind, while those at the front continued chatting softly. Seeing the imperial physician attending behind the golden curtain, they found it nothing unusual.

The man in the lead, dressed in a dark red official robe, looked confidently at the physician. “Imperial Physician Lin, how is His Majesty today?”

Old Physician Lin, his beard and hair completely white, was just about to respond—

When the leading man’s expression suddenly darkened. “Don’t tell me you’re going to lie again, saying His Majesty will wake up soon?”

At those words, the officials exchanged glances.

Each harbored different thoughts.

Some hoped the Empress would awaken. Others wished she would remain asleep forever—so that imperial power would continue to drift into their hands.

“You old fool, playing all of us ministers in the palm of your hand—do you think you’re impressive?” Zhao Ziliang pointed at Physician Lin and shouted angrily.

“Forget it, forget it!” someone beside him pulled at Zhao Ziliang, whispering, “Lord Zhao, keep your voice down. This is where His Majesty handles state affairs. Even if she is unconscious, raising your voice like this could disturb her—that’s a capital offense!”

“Hmph!” Zhao Ziliang shook off the restraining hand.

With an arrogant expression, he looked at Physician Lin and the others. “My teacher holds the post of Right Chancellor. He has devoted his entire life to Great Zhou, working tirelessly until death. All his students follow his example—who among us is not wholeheartedly serving the people of Great Zhou?”

“And yet this quack dares to deceive us?”

“Are state affairs not important? If these major matters are delayed, can this old fool bear the responsibility?”

Physician Lin hunched his back, standing motionless before the golden curtain.

“Nothing to say, is that it?” Zhao Ziliang sneered. Stepping forward, he grabbed Physician Lin by the collar. “You useless doctor—after treating His Majesty for five years with no improvement, you deserve to die today, to uphold the stability of Great Zhou!”

“Who is making such a commotion outside?!”

A clear, cold female voice rang out—like the cry of a phoenix from the heavens—majestic, aloof, and filled with overwhelming authority.