Chapter 22: I Can Save Him

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: I Can Save Him

"What do you think you are? You’re not even fit to touch a hair on his head! I could just strangle you."

"And you lot! I told you to look after the young master! What the hell do you get paid for? You’re all useless!"

The woman’s temper was out of control. She went down the line, slapping each bodyguard across the face.

Jiang Fan watched from the side. ’She must be paying them a fortune,’ he thought. ’That’s the only reason these bodyguards would be so obedient.’

His gaze fell upon the young boy on the ground.

In an instant, he could see through to the meridians and acupoints inside the boy’s body.

’This person’s meridians and acupoints... their color is so dim.’

’He’s already past the point of no return.’

’He had a pre-existing condition.’

’The scare was just a trigger.’

It seemed as though every medical case was becoming intuitively clear to Jiang Fan.

’I’ve really changed.’

Seeing the patient’s condition worsen, Jiang Fan felt a pang of guilt.

He didn’t have a medical license. Nowadays, you needed a certificate for everything. Practicing medicine without a license would get you reported; a good deed could easily turn into a disaster.

But if he didn’t help... he couldn’t bear to just stand by and watch a life slip away before his very eyes.

So, he pushed through the crowd with Mengmeng in tow and stepped forward. "Let me try. I might be able to save him."

When the middle-aged woman saw Jiang Fan step forward, she unleashed a verbal tirade. "Try? Try what? My son’s private doctor is on his way from the hospital right now!"

Jiang Fan sneered. "The closest hospital to the amusement park is fifteen minutes away, and that’s with normal traffic."

"But it’s rush hour now. The roads are bound to be congested."

"Even if all the cars make way for an emergency vehicle, it’ll still take at least twenty minutes to get here." Jiang Fan used to work as a courier, so he had a precise grasp of the local travel routes and times.

"Based on your son’s current condition, he has ten minutes at most before he can’t hold on any longer."

"You bastard! How dare you jinx my son!"

"Tear his mouth off for me!" Zhang Xiaofeng gritted her teeth, and the bodyguards by her side began to move.

Jiang Fan’s heart raced a little. Five or six bodyguards surrounded him, making his scalp tingle. He’d never been in a situation like this before.

But Mengmeng was behind him. He couldn’t retreat.

As the bodyguards charged at him in unison, Jiang Fan’s nerves were stretched to their absolute limit.

Everything in his vision slowed down again. Even the words of the woman yelling at him seemed to crawl out of her mouth.

Jiang Fan knew that he had, without meaning to, activated that strange ability again.

With this thought, Jiang Fan spotted an opening and sent one of them flying with a single punch.

A raised leg, a knee strike, an elbow jab, a sidestep and a left hook.

The rest were also taken down with ease.

The surrounding crowd was clearly shocked. They hadn’t expected this young man to be such a skilled fighter.

A few of the bodyguards coughed up blood, clearly not lightly injured.

The little one, Mengmeng, shook her head and lowered the hands that had been covering her eyes. "Wow, Daddy is so cool!"

Her eyes were filled with adoration.

Jiang Fan walked straight forward. Zhang Xiaofeng gritted her teeth, a deep fear showing in her eyes.

"What do you think you’re doing? Stay back! If you dare to touch me, I won’t let you get away with it!"

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes.

Without another word, he turned the boy on the ground over, removed his shirt, and began to give him a thorough massage.

"I’m telling you, don’t touch my son! If anything happens to him, I’ll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Although the middle-aged woman was unruly and aggressive, she clearly doted on her son.

Jiang Fan hadn’t intended to respond, but the woman actually started to cry her eyes out.

A parent’s love is a powerful thing. Even a vicious tiger won’t eat its own cubs. No matter how fierce a parent might be, they will always care for their child.

After finishing the full massage routine on the boy, Jiang Fan stood up and explained, "Don’t worry. I was saving him."

"He can hold on until the doctor arrives now."

Jiang Fan took Mengmeng and left.

"Daddy, what were you doing on the ground just now?"

"A massage."

"Can massages cure sickness?"

"Mhm, they can."

Actually, techniques like that, meant to stimulate blood flow, weren’t just things from novels. They were recorded in profound ancient texts and could indeed cure illnesses.

It was just that people nowadays didn’t have much faith in traditional Chinese medicine, which was clearly a problem.

"Mengmeng heard Mommy say that she gets sick every month. Does Daddy give her massages to make her better?"

"Mommy always says it hurts a lot."

"AHEM, Mommy’s... thing... isn’t a sickness. And Daddy rarely gives Mommy massages. You can’t mention this in front of Mommy, okay?"

"Why not?"

"AHEM, just listen to Daddy, and that’s that."

Jiang Fan imagined the scene of him giving that woman, Yin Ruxue, a massage.

A jolt went through him. That woman’s figure, her looks... they were truly irresistible.

But if a scene like that ever really happened, he’d probably be spending the rest of his life crying behind bars.

"Does Mengmeng want to play some more?"

"Nope, Mengmeng has had enough fun for today. Let’s play again in a few days. We can save the fun for later." Mengmeng’s steps were light, as if she had just found a treasure.

"Okay, whatever Mengmeng says."

A fleet of high-end, custom-built Hongqi S9 supercars filed in, speeding into the amusement park.

The amusement park was temporarily cleared out.

A middle-aged man in a black suit stepped out, followed by a phalanx of young men, all uniformly dressed in black suits.

Every one of these men exuded a murderous aura, far more intimidating than Zhang Xiaofeng’s bodyguards.

Each one was like a ferocious tiger.

An elderly senior was helped out of the back seat, still wearing a white lab coat that he apparently hadn’t had time to take off.

"Elder Xu, I’ll have to trouble you with my son’s illness."

Xu Shichong waved his hand and sighed. He had known this day would come, he just hadn’t expected it so soon. "I will do my best."

Seeing her husband arrive, Zhang Xiaofeng immediately burst into tears. "You damn bastard, what took you so long? Our son is about to die, do you know that?"

"Just now, some reckless brat showed up, insisting he could cure our son."

"He looked like he was barely in his twenties. The most he could know is some superficial medical trivia."

"Who knew he would just beat up our bodyguards and then lay his hands on our son!"

"What? Something like that happened?" Lei Zhan was instantly enraged, the murderous look in his eyes impossible to hide.

"Where is that kid now? I’m going to take my men and slaughter him!"

The boy on the ground coughed up blood. Xu Shichong took his pulse and then used silver needles to stabilize his condition.

Lei Zhan and Zhang Xiaofeng rushed forward. "Elder Xu, how is my son?"

"Is he cured?"

Zhang Xiaofeng’s face was streaked with tears.

Elder Xu sighed. "Forgive my bluntness, but my needles can only sustain the young master’s life for a short time."

"The moment I remove them, the young master will surely die."

"Then can’t you just leave them in?"

"Even with the needles in, he has an hour at most."

"If someone hadn’t just performed a specialized massage on the young master to stimulate his blood flow and help him detoxify..."

"...I’m afraid the young master would have already been gone by the time I arrived."

"I am powerless to help. However, that person from before... since he said he could save the young master, he is most likely a true master."