Lin Chen gave a faint smile, "I am your student, and of course, I am also your man."

"Whose man are you?" Li Meiying's face stiffened as she said angrily.

"Right, where is your brother hospitalized? I'll go and visit him," Lin Chen suddenly said.

Upon mentioning her brother, Li Meiying's expression turned dim.

"He's at DY Hospital, but his condition is still relatively good," Li Meiying sighed.

Let me see if there's any way I can help your brother, Lin Chen said as he turned the car's direction straight to DY Hospital.

The two had just reached the entrance of the ward when they saw a middle-aged couple standing at the door.

"Mom, Dad, how come you're here?" Li Meiying asked curiously.

At that moment, a middle-aged woman walked over with a cheerful smile, "Meiying, I have good news for you, there's hope for your brother."

"What hope?" Li Meiying was startled after hearing her mother's words.

"Xiao Ming's condition is very special, a neurology expert got the news and is willing to treat Xiao Ming for free," the mother said with a smile.

"Really!" Li Meiying too was elated in her heart.

Just then, a forty-year-old doctor came out, "Hello, who is Li Ming's family member?"

"I am!" Li Meiying hurried over.

The doctor glanced at Li Meiying and said, "Miss, your brother's condition is not very optimistic, he needs to undergo surgery immediately, but the success rate is only fifty percent."

"What? Only a fifty percent success rate?" Li Meiying hesitated after hearing about the fifty-fifty chance.

"What if we don't operate?" Li Meiying asked anxiously.

The doctor shook his head, "Then he won't last long before he becomes vegetative."

"What?" Upon hearing the doctor's words, Li Meiying and her parents' faces turned awful.

At this point, the mother interjected, "Meiying, don't hesitate, go ahead with the surgery, fifty percent is still a half chance of success."

"But!" Li Meiying was somewhat panicking at this time.

"Don't worry, Doctor Yang is a specialist in neurosurgery, there shouldn't be much problem," the father persuaded.

Lin Chen squinted his eyes slightly, his gaze turning toward Li Ming lying on the hospital bed.

Underneath the Divine Eyes, the entire network of blood vessels and nerves in Li Ming's brain appeared before Lin Chen's eyes.

"No, the surgery can't be done," Lin Chen shook his head after assessing Li Ming's condition.

"What did you say?" Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, Doctor Yang's face changed slightly.

"If we operate, I'm afraid your brother won't make it off the operating table," Lin Chen said gravely.

Li Meiying was shocked by Lin Chen's words.

At this moment, Doctor Yang became displeased, as Li Ming's condition was very rare nationwide, and he had agreed to perform the surgery for free because he wanted to use him as a guinea pig for an experiment.

If it was successful, great; if not, they had already signed a liability waiver, so as a doctor, there wasn't much loss for him.

He had just convinced Li Ming's parents, and Li Meiying had also been moved, but Lin Chen suddenly popped up, saying that surgery should not be done.

Li Meiying's mother glanced at Lin Chen and said coldly, "Meiying, who is this guy?"

"Oh, he's my student," Li Meiying said.

"Your student? A high school student? What a farce," the mother, upon hearing Lin Chen was merely a high school student, said coldly with displeasure on her face.

Doctor Yang also had a grim face, "Kid, what is a high school student babbling about? Although Li Ming's condition is critical, there is still a fifty percent chance."

"Fifty percent?" Lin Chen sneered.

"What do you mean?" Dr. Yang asked coldly as he looked at the expression on Lin Chen's face.

"Once Li Ming is on the operating table, he won't have any chance of coming down," Lin Chen said indifferently.

"Wrong direction?" After hearing Lin Chen's words, Dr. Yang was taken aback.

"The patient has been unconscious for a long time, definitely because of nerve compression in the brain. What would a high school student know about that?" Dr. Yang said coldly.

"What's wrong with being a high school student? Who says high school students can't treat illnesses? His condition doesn't need surgery at all; I can resolve it with just a few silver needles," Lin Chen said coldly.

"Enough, Meiying, make your student get lost immediately. He's simply causing trouble. We have consulted so many experts from big hospitals, and none have a solution. Yet he shamelessly claims he can solve it with a few silver needles," the mother said coldly.

"Yes, Meiying, don't listen to this student's nonsense. Go ahead with the surgery for Xiao Ming. If you miss this opportunity, there won't be another chance like this," the father also advised.

Li Meiying's beautiful eyes stared at Lin Chen. If it had been someone else, she certainly wouldn't believe them, but Lin Chen was a puzzle of a man in her eyes.

At this moment, Dr. Yang stared at Lin Chen, a touch of disdain in his gaze.

"Kid, are you mistaken? A few silver needles can save this patient? Do you think you are Hua Tuo reincarnated?"

Lin Chen smiled faintly: "We won't know unless we try."

"Meiying, don't listen to this guy's nonsense, don't let him treat Xiao Ming," the mother said from the side.

"A high school student can treat illnesses? What a joke. Meiying, you must not take your brother's life lightly," the father said coldly as well.

Dr. Yang sneered: "Miss, by all accounts, just the surgery for your brother will cost two to three hundred thousand, not including subsequent medication and recovery. If you miss this opportunity, we will not provide any free treatment services anymore."

"Meiying, don't hesitate."

"Yes, Meiying, have you lost your mind? How can you believe that a high school student can save your brother?"

Lin Chen looked at Li Meiying with a calm gaze. He was confident he could cure Li Ming's illness, but if the patient's family didn't agree to the treatment, there was nothing he could do.

Li Meiying, biting her teeth in contemplation, said: "Lin Chen, what are the chances of you curing my brother?"

Lin Chen thought for a moment and said indifferently: "Ninety-nine percent, I guess."

Ninety-nine percent!

Even Li Meiying was taken aback by Lin Chen's answer.

His parents' faces were filled with disbelief.

And Dr. Yang, upon hearing Lin Chen's words, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Kid, are you kidding? Ninety-nine percent? Do you really think you're the Divine Doctor? Even the most advanced neurological surgeries overseas don't have a success rate higher than sixty percent, and you have the audacity to say ninety-nine? That's utterly ridiculous," Dr. Yang said coldly.

"Yes, don't believe this little con artist!"

"Yes, Dr. Yang is an expert, a Doctor of Medicine. Meiying, you must not be confused!"

Li Meiying's gaze remained firmly on Lin Chen, and she finally made up her mind: "Lin Chen, I entrust my brother to you."

Hearing that Li Meiying had chosen Lin Chen to treat Li Ming, Dr. Yang's face instantly darkened.

"In that case, all the discounts mentioned before are cancelled, and if any issues arise with the patient during treatment, we will not take any responsibility," Dr. Yang said coldly.

"Meiying, how can you be so foolish."

"Meiying, you're risking your brother's life!"

Upon hearing Dr. Yang's words, the parents' complexions turned ugly.

But Li Meiying's face revealed a touch of resolve: "Lin Chen, I believe in you, and I won't blame you whether it succeeds or not."

Touched by Li Meiying's trust, Lin Chen felt somewhat moved: "Don't worry, I will certainly cure your brother."

"What a joke! If he can really cure your brother's illness with just a few silver needles, I'm willing to kneel and accept him as my master," Dr. Yang said coldly.