Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

After a moment, Lin Chen released the old man's hand.

By this time, the old man had already opened his eyes and looked at Lin Chen: "Thank you, benefactor, you truly are a divine doctor. I feel much better now."

As he spoke, the old man even managed to stand up with difficulty.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man beside them was so shocked that his mouth dropped open.

His father's illness could be said to be the result of years of overwork, and it had been delayed for too long, now reaching a critical stage.

To treat his father's illness, he had almost exhausted all his savings, but neither traditional nor modern medicine seemed to make any noticeable improvement.

Yet, Lin Chen simply took his pulse, and his father's condition significantly improved.

"Sir, thank you so much. I'll give you this knife." The middle-aged man reluctantly caressed the curved blade in his hand and handed it to Lin Chen.

At this moment, the old man suddenly spoke: "Sir, your medical skills are so divine; can you help Dayong with his illness?"

"Dad, I'm fine. This illness can't be cured," the middle-aged man sighed and said.

Lin Chen's gaze fell on Li Dayong, his expression tensed.

Li Dayong looked burly, but in reality, he had severe internal injuries, with half of his meridians broken.

"How did you get such severe internal injuries?" Lin Chen asked.

Before Li Dayong could speak, his father interjected: "Dayong is a retired special forces soldier. He was seriously injured during a mission. He spent all the consolation money on treating me, and with his health in decline, he had no choice but to sell knives here with me."

"Dad, that's enough!" Li Dayong's face showed a trace of helplessness. It was obviously a sensitive topic for him.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, looking at the man in front of him with resolute eyes.

For the safety of the country and its people, he had shed blood and sweat without hesitation, yet now he was reduced to selling knives on the street and even being mocked by others.

"I can cure your illness," Lin Chen said seriously.

"That's enough, Lin Chen, we're busy and don't have time for such trivial matters," Yao Hui said, looking at his watch with dissatisfaction.

Lin Chen completely ignored Yao Hui's rant and said to Li Dayong, "Sit cross-legged, and I'll heal your injuries."

Yao Hui still wanted to intervene, but he was stopped by Yu Feifei.

Just now, she thought Lin Chen was being deceived and tried to stop it, but now she realized Li Dayong was genuinely selling knives for his father, so her eyes even showed a bit of respect.

Lin Chen's hand pressed onto Li Dayong, as streams of life energy flowed into his body, helping to repair his damaged meridians.

Yu Feifei watched in shock as Lin Chen treated Li Dayong, her eyes filled with amazement.

From Lin Chen's technique, it was clear he was healing Li Dayong through inner strength, a skill possessed only by her father and a few elders. She didn't expect such medical expertise from someone as young as Lin Chen.

Noticing the beads of sweat forming on Lin Chen's forehead, Yu Feifei carefully took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat away.

Yao Hui watched this scene angrily, almost about to explode.

Yu Feifei was already the woman he had secretly chosen in his heart, yet now she gazed tenderly at another man, and that man was even his arch-rival.

Finally, after half an hour, Lin Chen withdrew his hand from Li Dayong.

"It's done. Your injured meridians have been healed, but you shouldn't engage in strenuous activity lately. I'll prescribe you some medicine. Once you follow the prescription, your body will soon fully recover," Lin Chen said with a smile.

"What?" Listening to Lin Chen's words, Li Dayong trembled with excitement.

A year ago, while on a mission, he encountered a formidable foe, a killer with countless lives on his hands and a martial arts master.

Li Dayong and his comrades fought to the death, with all his comrades perishing. Only his own unconsciousness from severe injuries had saved him.

Upon awakening, although the military provided him with active treatment, his injuries were in the meridians, and even the experts in the hospital couldn't help, thus leading to his discharge.

Although the military offered them considerable consolation money, he gave it all to the families of his deceased comrades, leaving only a small portion for himself.

Unexpectedly, upon returning home, he found his father gravely ill, consuming all of his savings.

His body was incapable of any physical labor; otherwise, his meridians would rupture, leaving him crippled. Thus, he was compelled to sell knives at the entrance of the mall. He never expected to encounter Lin Chen.

"Sir, you are my savior, please allow me to bow in gratitude." As he spoke, Li Dayong bent his knees, intending to kneel before Lin Chen.

However, just as he was about to kneel, he was stopped by Lin Chen: "You are a hero. I, Lin Chen, am not worthy of such a bow. If possible, we can just be friends."

As Lin Chen spoke, he wanted to take out some money for Li Dayong, but reaching into his pocket, he realized he had rushed out empty-handed.

He awkwardly chuckled and turned to Yu Feifei, saying, "Feifei, could you lend me some money?"

Yu Feifei pulled out a check, filled in the information, and handed it to Lin Chen: "Write in whatever amount you need."

Lin Chen thought for a moment and wrote ten thousand on the check, saying, "This amount should suffice for your treatment, with enough left over to buy some supplements for your father."

With Li Dayong's strength, once he recovered, earning money would be quite easy.

"Thank you, sir. Could you give me your contact information? When I'm well, I'd like to repay your kindness," Li Dayong said with trembling hands.

Lin Chen smiled faintly: "No need for such formality. I'm Lin Chen. Here's my contact information. Call me if you need anything."

Witnessing this, many people looked on with shock, with some even questioning, "Is this really possible? Could these two be scammers?"

"I think it's quite likely; they must be in cahoots," many continued to doubt.

After all, Lin Chen's method of treatment was too miraculous, something unheard of, so skepticism was understandable.

Watching Li Dayong and his father leave, Yu Feifei laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to be quite the righteous person. Are you sure what he said is true, that he truly is a retired special forces soldier?"

Yao Hui snorted coldly: "You even believe such scammers? If he hadn't said that, would this fool have given him so much money?"

Lin Chen snorted in return: "Soldiers have an aura that ordinary people don't possess, and those traits are absent in ordinary folk. He bears many scars, even gunshot wounds. How could he have them if he wasn't a soldier?"

The group walked into the mall, and a manager approached with a smile: "Manager Jia, what brings you here?"

"Oh, this lady wants to buy women's clothing, please guide her," Jia Kun said plainly.

"Who said I want to buy women's clothing? I want to buy men's clothing," Yu Feifei said.

"Buying men's clothing?" The crowd was all in a daze.

Yu Feifei pointed at Lin Chen: "Yes, it's for him. His outfit is simply too embarrassing to have him by my side."