Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Compared to Ma Bing, Lin Chen's appearance seems much less reliable.

Wearing big slippers, a tank top, and baggy shorts, he looks just like a migrant worker.

Hearing the people around blaming Lin Chen, Ma Bing becomes even more smug.

"Kid, get out of the way! If you delay the patient's treatment, can you take responsibility?" Ma Bing snorts coldly.

"Alright, then first tell me where the root cause of the patient's illness is?" Lin Chen asks calmly.

Ma Bing snorts coldly, "Are you blind? It's obviously a heart attack."

"Heart attack?" Lin Chen snorts coldly.

If you treat it as a heart attack, this patient will die at your hands.

"What did you say?" Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, Ma Bing's expression changes immediately.

But soon, a grin of mockery appears on his lips: "Kid, stop this mysterious act. The girl's symptoms clearly indicate a heart attack, and her sister just mentioned that the girl has a history of heart disease."

"Exactly, stop messing around, or I'll call the police." Xia Xiner responds coldly.

Ever since school, she admired Ma Bing blindly. Therefore, compared to the vile and despicable Lin Chen in her eyes, this senior's brother seemed more reliable.

"Idiots, her problem is in the brain, it's a cerebral thrombosis!" Lin Chen snorts coldly.

"Cerebral thrombosis? Are you joking? Only the elderly get cerebral thrombosis. How could someone so young have it?" Ma Bing starts laughing suddenly.

"Do you have a medical license? Are you a doctor?" Ma Bing snorts coldly.

"I'm not a doctor, but I have studied some traditional Chinese medicine," Lin Chen replies calmly.

"Traditional Chinese medicine? Haha, I think you're just a fraud. Have you ever seen such a young Chinese medicine practitioner?" Ma Bing sneers.

"Everyone shut up!" Finally, Fan Xueqing, who had been silent, shouts.

Fan Xueqing's gaze falls on Lin Chen and she suddenly says, "Sir, please save my little sister."

"What?" Seeing Fan Xueqing actually believing in Lin Chen instead of trusting the real doctor, everyone is stupefied.

Ma Bing's face turns uglier as he hurriedly says, "Miss, the patient is your sister, right? She's having a heart attack now and needs immediate CPR, or she could suddenly die, then it'd be too late to regret."

"Sorry, I don't believe you. I trust him," Fan Xueqing's delicate fingers point towards Lin Chen.

"You trust him? Do you know who he is? I think he's a fraud. Little girl, you are inexperienced and mustn't be deceived by this boy. This concerns your sister's life!"

Fan Xueqing responds indifferently, "My sister's illness is not heart-related. Her root problem is indeed in the brain. This young man is right."

"Absolutely hopeless. Fine, this is your choice. Today, I'm going to show everyone how this girl is killed by a fraud!" Ma Bing barks in desperation.

Fan Xueqing trusts Lin Chen because when seeking treatment for her sister, a renowned Chinese medicine master declared that while her heart issues were minor, it was the brain condition that was challenging, with potential sudden flare-ups.

Despite Lin Chen's youth, his words aligned precisely with those of the renowned master, so she chose to believe Lin Chen.

"Little girl, how could such a young person be a real Chinese medicine practitioner? I'd advise you to trust that doctor instead."

"Yeah, judging from your sister's condition, it can't be delayed. It'll be too late if something goes wrong."

Fan Xueqing seemingly ignores the advice from the people around her, coldly saying, "Mr. Lin, please treat my sister quickly!"

"Ignorance is terrifying."

"Exactly, how could there be such an irresponsible sister?"

"This fraud is so obnoxious, practically treating human lives like grass!"

In everyone's eyes, Lin Chen and Fan Xueqing seem like criminals risking the girl's life.

At this moment, Lin Chen extends his hand and lightly massages several acupoints on the girl's body.

With Lin Chen's massage, streams of life energy begin entering the girl's body.

"Hmph, simply pressing her head a few times to cure a heart disease? Utter nonsense," Ma Bing snorts coldly, watching from the side, waiting eagerly for Lin Chen to fail.

But just as his words fall, suddenly, the girl lets out a faint moan and slowly opens her eyes.

"How is this possible? The girl woke up," someone suddenly exclaims.

Those who just criticized Lin Chen are now all staring in shock.

Cerebral thrombosis is an extremely serious condition. Unless surgery is performed quickly after a flare-up, it's tough to save someone.

Yet this young man merely massages a few times on the girl's head, and unbelievably, she wakes up.

"Wow, could this young man indeed be the Divine Doctor?"

"Seems like it. My father had cerebral thrombosis, and his symptoms were similar to the girl's, but he passed out on the road, and though the ambulance arrived, it missed the best treatment time, and he didn't make it," another person laments.

"I said this young man must have great medical skills, but you all didn't believe. Guess you've been proven wrong."

"Pfft, you were saying earlier that this young man was a fraud," another person scoffs.

Despite the noisy discussions around him, Lin Chen remains unresponsive.

Streams of life energy slowly move through the blood vessels in the girl's brain.

The brain nerves are incredibly complex, and even the slightest mistake could cause irreversible harm to the girl.

Seeing Lin Chen focused intensely, the others also stop discussing, fixating on Lin Chen's hand.

Lin Chen's hand slowly massages the girl's head, his movements gentle as unseen energies continually flow from his fingertips into the girl's mind.

"Hmph, mysterious acting. The girl has just had a brief awakening; obviously, it's heart disease, but he massages the head! What kind of international joke is this?" A piercing voice echoes.

"Even if the girl has cerebral thrombosis, it requires surgery. Massaging a few times won't heal her. Does he really think he's the Divine Doctor? Everyone watch, the girl will soon deteriorate. The murderer is this boy," Ma Bing snorts coldly.

"Shut your mouth!" At last, Fan Xueqing can tolerate no more.

As a doctor, cursing a patient to death shows just how unethical this person's medical ethics are.

Even Xia Xiner furrows her brows, the image of her once secretly admired senior brother shattering instantaneously.

Ma Bing snorts coldly, "Little girl, don't say I didn't warn you, look at your sister, she's inching closer to death."

The crowd looks at the girl, indeed, Fan Qianqian's previously opened eyes close again, and her face is deathly pale like paper, looking as if she's truly on her deathbed.