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"Mr. Deng, do not speak carelessly. Our operations always follow protocols, and we are committed to handling matters fairly. This issue threatens the safety of the general public. How could we possibly act recklessly?"

After finishing, Xiao Li didn't give Mr. Deng any chance to rebut and hung up the phone.

Seeing this, Mr. Deng naturally understood that something unusual was going on and tracked down Xiao Li's private number to call him again.

This time, Xiao Li answered quickly, though his tone was completely frantic.

"Mr. Deng, you've truly doomed us! Now it's useless to look for us. The higher-ups are pressuring us; we are like clay Buddhas crossing a river—barely able to save ourselves. You better seek your own fortune."

That was all Xiao Li could remind him. Mr. Deng, whose phone had been hung up, didn't grasp the severity of the situation, as he had been mingling in Jinling for many years and had more than just a few connections.

After inquiring around extensively, he finally understood that Wuji Group was stirring up trouble behind the scenes.

"Damn it, I didn't even provoke Liu Qingyun! Why must he be so utterly ruthless?"

Complaints aside, necessary actions still needed to be taken.

Just then, the manager phoned.

"What should we do! Mr. Deng, the relevant authorities have already come and sealed our facilities, ordering us to cease operations."

"Ask, ask, why are you only ever coming to me when there's trouble? What else do you know besides adding to my chaos? Get lost!"

After hanging up, Mr. Deng called his subordinates: "Is that guy Liu Qingyun following Su's son-in-law now?"

"Exactly, it's common knowledge in Jinling now."

Good, as long as Ye Ling could be taken down, wouldn't dealing with Liu Qingyun be a piece of cake?

"Immediately prepare a generous gift for me. I'm going to visit the Su family personally!"

At that moment, Ye Ling was being affectionate with Su Rou, about to depart for the capital soon—wasn't it best to seize every opportunity?

"Mr. Ye, perhaps you should go out and check? Having him stand outside continuously isn't ideal!"

The butler came to ask a second time, but Ye Ling remained indifferent.

It wasn't that the butler wanted to help Mr. Deng, but having him standing obstinately at the door, vowing not to leave until he saw Ye Ling, was truly annoying.

"If he likes standing, let him stand a while longer; don't bother with him."

The butler knew well that Ye Ling's temperament was firm and thus ceased persuading him.

An hour later, Ye Ling finally showed mercy and went to the door to check on Mr. Deng.

The moment Mr. Deng saw Ye Ling, his eyes lit up and he rushed forward, pushing the generous gift into Ye Ling's hands.

"Mr. Ye! I only just learned about the scare you experienced at the amusement park. I've specially prepared a modest gift and hope you can forgive my minor transgressions."

Seeing Mr. Deng smile so obsequiously before him, Ye Ling felt nothing but disgust.

Yet his face remained expressionless, even accepting the gift—it could be given to the victims later.

"It's thoughtful of you, Mr. Deng, but I wonder if you have prepared gifts for the three real victims?"

Faced with such a question, Mr. Deng looked a bit embarrassed, but having navigated the business world for many years, he knew how to adapt to changing winds.

"Of course, I'll go to visit those victims right after I leave here."

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Seeing this, Mr. Deng thought since his gift had been accepted, it shouldn't hurt to say a few more words.

"Since that's the case, I still hope you can handle little Li's matter..."

Conversations between clever people are always succinct, but Ye Ling didn't give him the chance to be sly, pretending not to understand and asking back.

"How would I understand these department-related issues? It's all up to them to handle, official business is official business."

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"This..." Boss Deng wanted to say something more, but Ye Ling had already darkened his face.

"If we must break the ice, I'll lay it out here today. If your amusement park doesn't eliminate the safety risks, there will absolutely be no chance of opening."

Seeing the terrifying change in Ye Ling's expression, Boss Deng dared not say more, nodding frantically and then turned around to scramble away.

Originally thinking this matter had little to do with him, letting Liu Qingyun monitor the related departments to ensure corrections was enough, but unexpectedly, he received another call on his phone.

"Is this Mr. Ye? Sorry to disturb you, but we're facing a tough situation here. The patient has developed complications; according to the medical history we checked, he's anesthesia intolerant, so we cannot proceed with the surgery normally."

"Earlier, you seemed to have blocked his pain and stopped the bleeding during the emergency; do you have any special methods, can you come to the hospital and help us out?"

Listening to the voice on the phone, Ye Ling immediately realized, this was the doctor from before.

Saving a life is a matter of urgency, how could it be neglected?

"I understand, try your best to keep him from bleeding, I'll be right there."

Ye Ling, dressed in protective clothing, entered the operating room and immediately saw the man he couldn't save.

At that moment, the man's brows were furrowed tightly, and he was constantly letting out painful groans, his lips were as pale as paper.

"I'm really at a loss here; do you think you could use the technique to protect the heart and veins again? Perhaps it might give him a chance of survival."

Ye Ling shook his head, saying,

"Doing so now is useless; it might only delay his death a bit longer. Surgery is a must."

"But we can't use anesthesia; he might die of pain before the surgery is finished!"

Yet, Ye Ling's face showed no other emotion, remaining undisturbed.

"No worries, leave this to me. I have a set of acupuncture techniques that can temporarily relieve his pain."

This statement was completely unscientific, but the doctor did not directly oppose it, however, a nurse beside him couldn't hold back.

"Where did this quack come from? If you don't know what you're doing, don't interfere here, get out at once!"

Ye Ling had no intention of arguing with her, only looking at the doctor, "Believe it or not, it's for you to decide."

After much struggle, the doctor finally decided to seize this last glimmer of hope, "Much obliged."

Ye Ling nodded, deftly took out silver needles, and started inserting them into the man.

A set of acupuncture, precisely thirteen needles.

With the realm of imperial control ensuring no single drop of blood was spilled.

"Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?" The doctor remembered seeing this technique in an ancient book, but wasn't it long lost?

Ye Ling was somewhat surprised, not expecting someone to recognize it.

"Good eye, but right now, saving him is what matters."

Ye Ling deftly put away his silver needles and exited the operating room, leaving the rest to the doctor.

Once the deed is done, he withdraws, keeping his skills and fame well hidden.