Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Although Jia Lin has been causing trouble for Lin Chen, Lin Chen knows clearly that without Jia Kun's instigation, Jia Lin wouldn't have the courage to do so.

Jia Kun's face became increasingly unpleasant, his cheeks flushed red.

"Why feel embarrassed? Of course, no one is forcing you; you can choose not to kneel." Lin Chen said calmly.

Jia Kun certainly understood that Lin Chen was retaliating against him in this way.

Ever since he met Lin Chen, on Yao Hui's orders, he repeatedly targeted Lin Chen. It was understandable for Lin Chen to act this way.

"Jia Kun, you should consider the bigger picture." Looking at his brother who was unable to save face and kneel, Jia Yun couldn't help but speak.

After all, Jia Tianshou is the pillar of the Jia family. If he falls, the entire Jia family will lose its previous status and reputation, which no Jia family member could accept.

Jia Kun gritted his teeth, now regretting offending Lin Chen, but to save his father, he could only bow his head.

"Mr. Lin, I'm sorry." As he spoke, Jia Kun knelt on the ground with a thud.

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped.

Who is Jia Kun? He is the renowned playboy of Liao City, someone whose mere stomp could make Liao City tremble three times.

Such an impressive figure was kneeling before Lin Chen at this moment, which was utterly bewildering.

After kneeling, Jia Kun was just about to kowtow but was stopped by Lin Chen.

Lin Chen did this just to teach Jia Kun a lesson. However, actions should always have some restraint, especially since Jia Kun's filial piety moved Lin Chen.

Lin Chen stood up and walked straight to the ward.

At this moment, Jia Lao's heart rate had already become a straight line, and Li Wei on the side was completely helpless.

"I already warned you all earlier, not to anesthetize the elderly, yet you insisted on not listening. Although Western medicine has its strengths, it's not almighty either." Lin Chen looked at Li Wei beside him and spoke calmly.

"Kid, who do you think you are to lecture me? This is just an accident, a medical malpractice. Haven't all those Chinese medicine experts failed to cure the old man? Chinese medicine is nothing but a hoax that can't heal illnesses." Not convinced by being lectured by a young man, Li Wei said coldly.

Lin Chen frowned at his words: "Chinese medicine is a legacy from our ancestors, a national treasure. It's fine for you to admire Western medicine, but as a Chinese, don't forget your roots."

"Fine, you claim that Chinese medicine is great? Let me see how you bring Jia Lao back." Li Wei sneered.

Li Wei had already seen it; Jia Lao's pupils were dilated, which is a sign of death. Not even immortals could bring him back, let alone Lin Chen.

Lin Chen stood in front of Jia Lao and could see through his X-ray vision that Jia Lao's life force was fading away bit by bit.

If Lin Chen acted just a few minutes later, even immortals wouldn't be able to save Jia Lao.

Although Lin Chen decided to intervene, everyone present couldn't help but shake their heads secretly.

The monitor showed that Jia Lao's heartbeat had already become a straight line, meaning his life had come to an end. Trying to revive him seemed almost impossible.

Lin Chen took out a small silver box filled with densely packed silver needles.

At this moment, all eyes were on Lin Chen. Everyone watched as Lin Chen skillfully brushed his hand within the silver needle box, and several silver needles were already in his palm.

Then, dazzling lights flashed, and the silver needles were inserted into Jia Tianshou's acupoints like lightning.

Lin Chen's movements were so fast that even those old Chinese medicine practitioners were stunned.

These old Chinese medicine practitioners were renowned in Liao City and even Liao Province, and some had been practicing acupuncture all their lives, yet none were as skilled as Lin Chen.

However, seeing Lin Chen administer acupuncture, a mocking smile appeared on Li Wei's face.

"Director Li, is there anything wrong with Mr. Lin's acupuncture?" Jia Yun asked, worried.

Li Wei sneered: "Although I don't understand Chinese medicine, I know Chinese medicine emphasizes stability and precision. Even a mistake on one acupoint is enough to kill a patient. Look at him, completely disorderly; if Mr. Jia suffers any mishaps, it's none of our business, as Lin Chen was the last person to treat Jia Lao."

Upon hearing Li Wei's words, everyone present couldn't help but frown secretly.

This Li Wei was too good at shirking responsibility. When Lin Chen was treating, the old man was already on the brink, but this guy threw the blame entirely on Lin Chen.

However, at this moment, Yao Hui and Feifei were both stunned.

They were fixated on Lin Chen's needle trajectory, their faces full of shock.

"How is this possible? He actually knows the Seven Stars Soul Returning Needle." Yao Hui exclaimed, unable to hold back.

"Seven Stars Soul Returning Needle?" Upon hearing Yao Hui's words, the faces of all the Chinese medicine doctors present changed.

The Seven Stars Soul Returning Needle, written by the medical sage Hua Tuo, could revive a patient with even a single breath through acupuncture.

But this technique is extremely mysterious, requiring pinpoint precision following the trajectory of the Big Dipper, and the needle must be inserted swiftly like lightning, seamlessly at once; even a slightest pause could lead to the patient's death.

This needle technique is recorded in almost all Chinese medicine classics but is only considered a legend, as it was never used after Hua Tuo's death.

No one expected this needle technique to reappear in the world, and the person performing it was a young man in his twenties.

"What's this Seven Stars Soul Returning Needle? I think this lad is just putting on a show." Li Wei said disdainfully.

At this moment, Jia Lao had no breath, like a dead person.

"Li Wei, please shut up and don't disturb Lin Chen's acupuncture." Feifei said angrily.

After all, the practitioner had to remain completely focused when the Seven Stars Soul Returning Needle was administered without an iota of distraction.

"Tch, you ignorant people still believe in these things even in the twenty-first century? Jia Lao is already dead, and not even a god can cure him." Li Wei said coldly.

"Enough! Shut your mouth." Jia Yun turned around and yelled angrily.

This Li Wei kept cursing his father to death, seemingly as if he'd be happy only when his father dies.

Although Li Wei felt outraged at being yelled at by Jia Yun, he dared not act out. After all, the Jia family's influence in Liao City was not something he could provoke.

Now, Li Wei was just waiting for Jia Lao to be fatally treated by Lin Chen so he could take the opportunity to mock Lin Chen.

At this moment, all eyes were on Lin Chen.

After all, such a magical and ancient needle technique was not something one could easily witness.

Finally, Lin Chen placed the last needle on Jia Lao's acupoint and let out a long breath.

Everyone's gaze fell on Jia Lao, only to see the silver needles on Jia Lao's body arranged in a very orderly manner like the Big Dipper.

However, even though the needles were applied, Jia Lao still lay on the bed without any movement.

"Haha, the Seven Stars Soul Returning Needle certainly lives up to its reputation. I think it should be renamed the Seven Stars Deadly Needle!" Li Wei laughed arrogantly.