Chapter 23: The Wretched Sun Xiao

Chapter 23: Chapter 23: The Wretched Sun Xiao

"As the saying goes, a doctor doesn’t treat those who refuse their help. And you just refused his."

"I’m afraid getting him to help now will be difficult." Elder Xu was a top-tier Divine Doctor, renowned throughout Yang City’s upper society. He was a man of genuine skill and knowledge, so Lei Zhan had complete faith in his words.

Zhang Xiaofeng’s head was reeling. ’That young man wasn’t lying. He was actually trying to save my son.’

Lei Zhan was furious. "Come with me. We’re going to find him. Did you just curse at that master?"

Lei Zhan knew his wife’s temperament all too well.

"I remember what he looks like. He can’t have gone far."

When Jiang Fan got to where he had parked, he found a crowd of people.

People were actually crowding around his Maybach, taking pictures. Many were even flashing peace signs for the camera.

One after another.

Jiang Fan had to hand it to them. ’So these are the so-called socialites,’ he thought.

And off to the side stood two familiar figures.

It was Sun Xiao and Bi Yuntao.

He watched as a series of vain women paid Bi Yuntao, after which Sun Xiao would step aside to let them take pictures.

When it was finally the turn of a middle-aged woman, she started haggling with Sun Xiao.

"Miss, I’m just taking a few pictures for fun. Six hundred for a single photo? Even those group-buy photo shoots aren’t this expensive."

Sun Xiao shooed her away with a wave of her hand. "Then get lost. If you don’t have the money, don’t take the picture."

"This is the latest model Maybach, you know."

The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth. "Fine, six hundred it is."

Just as Bi Yuntao was about to take the money, Jiang Fan emerged from the crowd, carrying Mengmeng.

"Hey. What are you two doing in front of my car?"

"What? Your car?"

Sun Xiao thought Jiang Fan must be delusional.

’It’s not our car, sure, but we’re using it to make money.’

But she refused to believe Jiang Fan could afford a car like this.

Jiang Fan didn’t bother arguing. He just pulled the key fob for the latest Maybach model from his pocket.

The two striking headlights flashed to life, and the doors swung open automatically.

The onlookers were stunned.

"The car really is his."

"Doesn’t that mean this man and woman are scammers? No wonder they wouldn’t let us take pictures inside."

"So the car wasn’t theirs at all!"

"Damn it! I spent six hundred bucks, put up with their attitude, and it turns out I was scammed after all!"

"You little bitch! I’m not done with you!"

The middle-aged woman who had just paid flew into a rage, lunging forward to claw at Sun Xiao’s face.

"Everyone, let’s make these two cough up the money they took!"

"Call the police!"

Sun Xiao, having never faced a situation like this, immediately turned and fled.

"Don’t let her get away! We’ll take them both to the police station!"

Bi Yuntao was in the worst position. The money was clutched in his hand; he was the one who had collected it.

Since he was too slow to run, he naturally received the brunt of their "attention."

The people around him swarmed forward, letting loose a flurry of punches and kicks.

As the saying goes, there’s safety in numbers. Even if the crowd beat these two to death for their street-side scam, most would feel they had it coming.

Just as Jiang Fan was about to get in the car, a voice called out from behind.

"Young man, please wait a moment."

Jiang Fan turned toward the voice. It was Zhang Xiaofeng, the middle-aged woman from the plaza. She had brought a man in a sharp suit with her. He was tall with an imposing, heroic air, like a finely forged sword.

As they approached, Jiang Fan asked, "Were you calling for me?"

Zhang Xiaofeng forced a smile and hurriedly apologized. "I’m so sorry, young man. I was too rash earlier. I was completely out of line."

"It’s all my fault. I’m begging you, please save my son."

Zhang Xiaofeng began to sob.

Though arrogant and overbearing, she wasn’t a complete idiot. She knew this man was the only hope she had of saving her son.

If she didn’t seize this chance, her son would be lost.

At her age, she clearly couldn’t have another child. If her son died, she would become a pariah in her family.

Lei Zhan, standing beside her, looked slightly relieved. "Young man, my wife can be a bit coarse with her words. Please forgive her for any offense."

"This is a cashier’s check from Dongchuan Bank for five million. It’s just a small token of my sincerity. I hope you’ll agree to save my son."

Jiang Fan was stunned.

’Wait, what did he just say? Five million?’

’Five million, just handed to me on a silver platter. Who could possibly refuse? Only an idiot would say no to that.’

"Ahem. A healer must have a benevolent heart. Rest assured, I can save your son."

The couple was instantly overjoyed.

"Take me to your son."

Jiang Fan had already performed acupressure on the boy back at the amusement park, so he knew the boy could hold on for a while longer.

It wasn’t too late to go now.

The amusement park was crowded, so the group broke into a jog.

Jiang Fan, despite carrying Mengmeng—a child of forty or fifty pounds—was still sprinting ahead of everyone else.

This astonished both Lei Zhan and his bodyguard, Zhao Long.

’He’s carrying a child and still outrunning us. His breathing is steady, and his steps are light.’

’I never would have guessed. This young man is a martial arts expert.’

’Truly, you can’t judge a book by its cover.’

His respect and awe for Jiang Fan grew. ’He’s a humble man who knows medicine and is a martial arts master... he fits the description of one of those reclusive experts you hear about in the mountains.’

Back at the spot in the amusement park, Jiang Fan wasted no time and immediately began examining the boy.

Elder Xu, who was standing to the side, was clearly surprised. He hadn’t expected the person coming to treat the young master to be so young.

"Young man, how is my son’s condition?"

"His life is hanging by a thread," Jiang Fan stated bluntly.

According to the Celestial Return Medical Records, when a patient’s face is as dark as ink, their body is wracked with painful convulsions, their mouth is shut tight, they cease to sweat, and they lose consciousness, they are considered grievously ill—almost beyond any hope of recovery.

However, the author of the Celestial Return Medical Records created a unique acupuncture method specifically for such cases—the Celestial Return Acupuncture Technique—capable of forcibly extending life, expelling toxins, and snatching a patient back from the brink.

"Then my son... can he still be saved?" Lei Zhan and his wife were both fraught with tension.

"He can be saved."

Although Jiang Fan had little practical experience in treating patients, he had inherited all the knowledge and treatment methods from the Celestial Return Medical Records.

It was like a form of ancestral memory. At that moment, Jiang Fan was less a novice and more a Divine Doctor seasoned by a thousand different battles.

He was utterly confident in his ability to treat any ailment.

"Elder, do you have any silver needles on you?" Jiang Fan asked, turning to Elder Xu.

Elder Xu had the refined air of a sage. Though the skin around his eyes was sunken, they shone with a piercing light. He was clearly the doctor the family had called.

"I do."

Jiang Fan accepted the needles. In his mind’s eye, the meridians within the boy’s body became clearly visible.

Following the principles and pathways of the Celestial Return Acupuncture Technique, he inserted each needle into a specific acupoint.

The essence of acupuncture was to use silver needles to stimulate acupoints, opening the body’s deepest channels.

But it was not a random process.

Striking the wrong acupoint, even by accident, could be fatal.

True acupuncture demanded extreme precision in the sequence and timing of each needle’s insertion. There was no room for the slightest error.

But as Jiang Fan was merely following the ingrained instructions, a perfect imitation, he had no such concerns.

"Tianshu."

"Shenshu."

"Taixi."

"Mingquan."

"Shenguan."

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