The Beautiful CEO's Super Soldier King

"Holy crap, such a huge metal turtle?"

At the foot of the Qilian Mountains, Ye Chenfeng's eyes lit up when he saw Chu Qingxue's car. He started inspecting it up and down, left and right, touching here and there.

Chu Qingxue was speechless. A perfectly fine Range Rover Evoque was being called a metal turtle.

"Luxury cars are really different. Try this, the seat is even softer than Widow Wang's sofa!" Ye Chenfeng, like a curious baby, was jumping around on the seat.

Chu Qingxue glared at Ye Chenfeng angrily, "Can you stop mentioning Widow Wang all the time?"

"Ha... Hahaha... Xue'xue, you're jealous, aren't you? Don't move. Look, your face is all red, even redder now!" Ye Chenfeng's eyes stared fixedly at Chu Qingxue.

"Get lost, you bastard!" Chu Qingxue's anger exploded. She hadn't been this angry in over twenty years.

She was so furious her body trembled. If there was ever a day she didn't want to live anymore, it would definitely be because of Ye Chenfeng!

Uncle Fu was also sweating bullets. This Ye Chenfeng seemed unreliable, like a complete con artist…

"If it weren't for Grandpa's condition, I would never agree to this marriage!" Chu Qingxue tried to sit as far away from Ye Chenfeng as possible.

"Honestly, I don't agree either!" Ye Chenfeng boldly moved closer.

"Oh? What? You don't agree either? Why not?" Chu Qingxue asked, eager to know the reason.

"I'm so handsome, and as the Village Chief of Changsheng Village, how could I have just one wife? Isn't that right, Uncle Fu?" Ye Chenfeng proclaimed righteously.

Uncle Fu wiped his sweat, "Yes, Divine Doctor Ye!"

Chu Qingxue: "…"

"First of all, we don't even know each other and have no emotional foundation. It's too sudden. Secondly, I think this engagement was just a verbal promise made by your master and grandfather back then, right?"

Ye Chenfeng shook his head, "Doesn't matter, you're beautiful, I'm handsome, that's enough! I don't mind at all!"

"Shameless!" Chu Qingxue scolded.

"Miss, I heard the old men say you and Divine Doctor Ye have a token!" Uncle Fu added.

"Token?" Chu Qingxue's eyes widened in confusion. Ye Chenfeng also looked up, puzzled.

"It's the Ice Sword Jade Pendant around your neck!" Uncle Fu said.

"Ice Sword Jade Pendant?" Chu Qingxue exclaimed, reaching for her neck.

Sure enough, hanging from Chu Qingxue's fair neck was a radiant pendant, sword-shaped, with even material, crystal clear, refracting brilliant light under the sun.

"What the heck, so it's a couple's pendant?" Ye Chenfeng exclaimed, pulling out a pendant from his undershirt. It was knife-shaped, fiery red, as if it were burning, matching Chu Qingxue's.

A faint, imperceptible flicker passed through Ye Chenfeng's eyes.

"Ah?" Chu Qingxue's beautiful eyes sparkled, staring in amazement at the pendant around Ye Chenfeng's neck.

Ye Chenfeng laughed, "Hehe, Xue'xue, you can't escape now, can you?"

Chu Qingxue rolled her eyes at Ye Chenfeng, "Let's talk after you cure Grandpa's illness!"

"Fine!"

After that, Chu Qingxue stopped paying attention to Ye Chenfeng and quietly pondered her own thoughts.

She hardly believed that a young man like Ye Chenfeng could succeed. The bullet was lodged in the heart; she had consulted many Western medical experts before, and none had any confidence in performing the surgery. How could a seemingly twenty-year-old guy, especially a traditional Chinese doctor, be able to cure it? It was simply a fantasy!

Tianhua Villa, Chu Family.

"Miss, Uncle Fu, you're back?" Aunt Qin, the servant, came out to greet them.

"Aunt Qin!" Chu Qingxue nodded.

Aunt Qin then set her eyes on Ye Chenfeng, "Miss, who is this?"

Before Chu Qingxue could speak, Ye Chenfeng stepped forward, shook Aunt Qin's hand warmly, and greeted, "Hello, Aunt Qin, I'm Ye Chenfeng, Xue's fiancé. I'll be living here from now on, so I hope Aunt Qin can take good care of me!"

"Huh?" Aunt Qin was overjoyed, "So this is the young master! Welcome, welcome. If you need anything, just tell Aunt Qin. Haha, Miss finally has a boyfriend, that's wonderful!"

Chu Qingxue was almost fuming, she glared fiercely at Ye Chenfeng and said, "Aunt Qin, don't listen to his nonsense. He's a doctor I invited!"

"It won't be long!" Ye Chenfeng looked at the villas ahead and shouted, "I'll be living here from now on!"

"You bastard!" Chu Qingxue gritted her teeth in anger.

Suddenly, a Mercedes arrived slowly, and a tall, handsome, and luxuriously dressed young man got out of the car, the epitome of the current rich and attractive trend.

"Chu junior, long time no see!" Song Mingyuan called loudly.

Chu Qingxue was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed, "You are Senior Song Mingyuan?"

Song Mingyuan smiled brightly, "I didn't expect junior would remember me. It's an honor!"

Song Mingyuan was a senior Chu Qingxue had met while studying at Stanford University. Due to his exceptional talent, he became the last disciple of Steve Kevin, the king of American battlefield doctors. He had participated in many wars under Kevin's guidance, saving countless lives with his scalpel, even performing numerous head bullet extraction surgeries. He was known as the "Little Divine Knife" among soldiers, second only to his master, Steve Kevin.

Seeing Song Mingyuan, Chu Qingxue was so excited she almost jumped up, completely forgetting about Ye Chenfeng!

"Chu junior, I heard about Grandpa Chu's trouble, so I rushed here nonstop, hoping I'm not too late!"

"Not at all, not at all, just in time!" Chu Qingxue said excitedly.

She never imagined Song Mingyuan would appear at this time. Earlier, she had exhausted her contacts to find Song Mingyuan, but all she got was an email. She hadn't expected one email would bring him from the United States.

"Hey kid, there's nothing here for you. You can leave now!" Ye Chenfeng said leisurely at this moment.

This finally made Song Mingyuan turn his gaze to Ye Chenfeng. Seeing Ye Chenfeng's rustic attire, he sarcastically said, "Hmm? Chu junior, who's this? Could he be here to pick up garbage?"

"He's a doctor I invited!" Chu Qingxue furrowed her brows.

"Eh? Chu junior, you must be joking. He's a doctor?" Song Mingyuan said in surprise.

Ye Chenfeng nodded, "Yes, that's right, I'm a traditional Chinese doctor!"

Immediately, Song Mingyuan's eyes filled with disdain as he sneered, "Chinese medicine? Haha, how ridiculous. Chinese medicine to remove a bullet?"

"Haha, Chinese medicine, impossible!"

"Is this from reading too many novels? Chinese medicine? There's still such a thing?"

"The bullet is in the heart. Can it come out with a few acupuncture needles?"

"Will drinking Chinese medicine dissolve the bullet?"

"Hahaha..."

Song Mingyuan's assistants were laughing and mocking.

Ye Chenfeng stood there quietly, watching the clowns show off.

Song Mingyuan, with an even bigger grin on his chiseled face, glanced at Chu Qingxue and said, "Let this doctor go in and show us this so-called Chinese medicine?"

Chu Qingxue, desperate to save her grandfather, nodded, "Alright, according to senior!"

The group donned green gowns and masks before entering the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, on the bed lay Chu Renkuang, emaciated and pale...

One had to admire the Chu Family's financial resources. They had turned Chu Renkuang's bedroom into a hospital ward, complete with doctors and equipment, sustaining him with sheer wealth. In an ordinary family, someone in Chu Renkuang's condition would've died multiple times over. It's good to be rich!

"Senior, do you need us to leave?" Chu Qingxue asked.

Song Mingyuan shook his head, "No need!"

Seemingly wanting to show off, Song Mingyuan smiled and said, "Junior, rest assured, I'll return your grandfather to you in good health. Let me show you my progress over the years!"

"Alright, Jason, prepare!" Song Mingyuan commanded, and together with his assistant, they got busy.

"The success rate of the surgery is at least sixty percent!" After a long period of analysis, Song Mingyuan declared firmly.

"What? Sixty percent!" Chu Qingxue's eyes glittered with tears of excitement.

Previously, many doctors had a success rate of less than thirty percent for the surgery. Now it's at least sixty percent—how could Chu Qingxue not be excited?

"Sixty percent? Oh my God!"

"He's indeed the disciple of the king of battlefield doctors! Such a high success rate for such a surgery?"

"It's a miracle. If this surgery succeeds, it will be a significant breakthrough for Divine Land's medicine!"

"I want to witness this moment!"

…

Chu Renkuang's private doctors all exclaimed in surprise.

"Tch, in this situation? Tsk tsk, I could've done this when I was seven!" a more arrogant voice rang out.