Top-tier Unruly Master

Ding Fan paid no mind to the conversation between Lin Qingqing and the foreign doctor named Owen as he observed Lin Zhanting lying on the sickbed.

Lin Zhanting had changed significantly since they had last parted ways; his originally handsome face now appeared extremely haggard and pale.

With his Divine Sense, Ding Fan scanned Lin Zhanting's condition and quickly understood why Lin Zhanting had been in a coma the whole time. There was a blood clot blocking a blood vessel in Lin Zhanting's brain.

The human brain is densely packed with blood vessels, and at this time, several of Lin Zhanting's brain vessels were blocked. Owen was right; if you looked at it from the perspective of traditional medicine, there was simply no chance for a cure for Lin Zhanting.

However, diseases deemed incurable on Earth did not necessarily mean they were beyond Ding Fan's ability to heal. After pondering for a moment, he had an idea in mind.

"Second Sister, I can treat Brother Lin's illness," said Ding Fan calmly.

Even though Ding Fan's voice wasn't loud, everyone present widened their eyes in astonishment.

Lin Zhanting's illness hadn't developed overnight, and the Lin Family had sought numerous doctors for help. But including Owen, all the doctors were at their wits' end regarding Lin Zhanting's condition.

Yet, Ding Fan claimed he could heal the affliction without even touching Lin Zhanting, which naturally stunned everyone present.

"Oh my God, my friend, you mustn't boast without cause. Even the most advanced technology in the West cannot cure Lin Zhanting's illness. What could you possibly do?" Owen retorted, somewhat unconvinced.

"Illnesses that the West cannot cure are not necessarily incurable in Huaxia Country," Ding Fan replied and then turned his head to Lin Qingqing. "If you trust me, I can start treating Brother Lin right now."

Lin Qingqing already had great confidence in Ding Fan, and upon hearing his words, she hurriedly said, "Brother Fan, I believe in you."

"Qingqing!" Tang Na stepped forward. "Owen has already made it very clear. Do you still want this man to treat your brother? Don't you trust what Owen has said?"

Lin Qingqing glanced at Tang Na: "Sister Na, I know you're looking out for me and my brother, but please trust me this once... My friend wouldn't say he could treat the illness if he wasn't absolutely sure he could heal my brother..."

Owen spread his hands in a gesture of resignation. "Dear Tang Na, since Miss Qingqing trusts this gentleman so much, let's just stand aside and watch. Let's see what extraordinary means this gentleman has to solve what science cannot."

After hearing Owen's words and looking at Lin Qingqing, Tang Na finally nodded slowly.

Seeing no one objecting, Lin Qingqing then turned back to Ding Fan. "Brother Fan, I entrust my brother's care to you."

Ding Fan nodded. "Do you have a Silver Needle? Bring me a box."

Lin Qingqing contemplated briefly before immediately arranging for Lin Yanxi to get them. Without saying a word, Lin Yanxi turned and left, and soon after, she brought back a box of silver needles.

With the Silver Needles at hand, Ding Fan wasted no further time. He skillfully opened the box, then laid out the needles inside.

Owen couldn't help but snort at Ding Fan's actions. "Traditional Chinese medicine? Acupuncture? How can such things be superior to science?"

Ding Fan simply acted as though he hadn't heard Owen's remark. He picked a Silver Needle from the box.

The needle was fifteen centimeters long. Ding Fan disinfected it over the flame of a candle that had been prepared earlier. Then he took the Silver Needle between his fingers and thrust it decisively into the top of Lin Zhanting's head. In an instant, most of the fifteen-centimeter needle had disappeared inside, leaving only a small part visible.

"Ah..." Tang Na, who was beside them, widened her eyes and unconsciously covered her mouth with her hands.

The long needle had been pushed entirely into the man's head. How could he possibly be alive after that? Lin Yanxi, who had been silent up until now, watched with tightly furrowed brows, finding the scene utterly unbelievable.

Before Tang Na could say anything, Owen had already spoken up.

"Miss Qingqing, stop him quickly! This is not treatment; it's straightforward murder. There are so many vessels in the human brain, a single prick like that, and your brother will be dead..."

Owen hadn't finished talking when Ding Fan, clearly annoyed, said coldly, "If you continue to fuss and disturb my treatment, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Owen wanted to say more, but Lin Qingqing stopped him this time. She gestured with her hand, signaling Owen to keep quiet.

Although Lin Qingqing was also terrified by Ding Fan's treatment method, she hadn't noticed anything abnormal with her brother. So she decided to wait and see what would happen next.

Owen was feeling indignant at the moment, after all, he was a world-renowned medical expert, yet here he had been rebuked by an insignificant figure. He no longer spoke; he simply waited for the moment when Ding Fan failed to cure Lin Zhanting's illness, and then he would rebuke Ding Fan.

At this time, Ding Fan no longer paid any attention to the people behind him. After a silver needle had descended from the top of Lin Zhanting's head, his hands moved swiftly, inserting the remaining seventeen silver needles into Lin Zhanting's body.

Of these silver needles, ten were inserted into Lin Zhanting's head, while the other eight were divided equally with four inserted above his chest and four at the soles of his feet.

Owen grew even more disdainful upon seeing this scene; in his view, even if Ding Fan's silver needle therapy were effective, Lin Zhanting was clearly in a coma because of a blood clot in his brain. However, Ding Fan had inserted needles into Lin Zhanting's soles, which were far too distant from his head.

How could Owen know about the wonders of acupoints? Many acupoints on the body are interlinked and can heal other parts of the body when stimulated. As a cultivator, Ding Fan made utmost use of this principle; had there been an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner on the scene, they would have been full of praise at the sight of Ding Fan's acupuncture technique.

After positioning the eighteen silver needles, Ding Fan extended his right thumb, which eventually rested on the acupoint called "Ren Zhong" on Lin Zhanting's face.

Ding Fan then closed his eyes, sitting beside Lin Zhanting, his right hand steadily channeling True Qi into the other's body.

Upon witnessing this scene, Tang Na's brows furrowed tightly.

The movements of Ding Fan seemed like those of a martial arts master from a TV series, using their inner strength to heal injuries. It was incredibly mystical. Tang Na couldn't believe that in this world, there truly existed people who could heal others with inner strength like the masters shown on television.

However, Tang Na did not interrupt Ding Fan. She could tell that Lin Qingqing had resolved to believe in Ding Fan completely. To make Lin Qingqing realize that Ding Fan was a fraud, the simplest method would be to wait until Ding Fan ended his "treatment" and was unable to cure Lin Zhanting.

Facts speak louder than words. Only this could awaken Lin Qingqing to reality.

Owen, observing this scene, was now giving a wry, speechless smile. In his many years practicing medicine, traveling around the world, he had never seen such a method of treating illness...

It was after a full fifteen minutes that Ding Fan slowly opened his eyes.

"Bring me a basin," Ding Fan said indifferently to Lin Qingqing.

Lin Qingqing was now obedient; she swiftly arranged for a servant to prepare a basin, and in no time, a basin was brought over.

With gentle support, Ding Fan moved Lin Zhanting to the edge of the bed and then grabbed the silver needle inserted deepest at the top of Lin Zhanting's head between two fingers.

While everyone was unclear on Ding Fan's intentions, he suddenly exerted force with his fingers, and the deeply inserted silver needle was swiftly pulled out.

Following the removal of the silver needle, trails of blackened blood began to slowly ooze from the top of Lin Zhanting's head.

After the black blood flowed for a short while, a small amount of fresh red blood followed.

Only when the red blood started flowing did Ding Fan help Lin Zhanting to sit up and then struck his back forcefully with his right hand.

Accompanied by a bout of coughing from Lin Zhanting, a mouthful of dark, thick blood was spat out by him.

And as Lin Zhanting spat out that mouthful of dark blood, his eyes also slowly opened.

"How... how is this possible?" Owen, standing by, was outright dumbfounded.

He actually woke up?!

According to the earlier diagnosis, Lin Zhanting's brain vessels were massively obstructed by blood clots; clearing them was deemed impossible. It was a case even the advanced medical science of the West couldn't address, and Lin Zhanting was condemned to be bedridden for life—a living corpse.

Yet, the very Lin Zhanting who, in Owen's view, was supposed to lie in bed for the rest of his life, had just woken up...

By this time, not only Owen, but Tang Na by his side had her mouth agape in astonishment. The illness that numerous experts and deities could not heal was cured by Ding Fan in less than half an hour. It was astoundingly impressive.

In Lin Yanxi's originally indifferent eyes, a glimmer of light flickered, but it was only momentary, and her expression soon returned to its previous cold demeanor.

"Brother... How are you feeling..." Seeing Lin Zhanting awake, tears immediately started flowing down Lin Qingqing's face.

After calming his breath, Lin Zhanting slowly said, "I... What happened to me..."