Urban Wolf King

Upon hearing that Wang Yan was going to use acupuncture to treat the illness, the patient's son, who had been full of confidence just a moment ago, immediately froze.

Because he knew very well that his father's body was already failing, and even the most advanced Western medicine couldn't cure him, let alone ordinary Chinese medical methods.

More importantly, in his view, acupuncture was just a simple technique for regular body maintenance, hardly capable of treating serious ailments.

The patient's son began to hesitate, slowly retreating, appearing as if he intended to pull the hospital bed out of the Chinese medicine treatment room.

However, in front of Wang Yan, he felt embarrassed to immediately tear off the facade, so he had to pull the bed out little by little.

But the many family members queuing at the door had no such concerns. They almost simultaneously turned around and pulled the bed back to the emergency room.

Seeing this, Hua Wulian quickly shouted, "Don't leave, he's truly a Divine Doctor!"

But the more Hua Wulian shouted, the more the patients felt Wang Yan resembled a quack, causing them to run even faster.

Moreover, the large-scale shuffling of hospital beds had long attracted the attention of everyone in the hospital. By this time, many doctors and patients had come over, surrounding the Chinese medicine treatment room to watch the commotion.

Hua Wulian, although wearing a facade of anxiety on his face, was inwardly overjoyed, thinking: Haha, with all this ruckus, the whole hospital now knows Wang Yan is a charlatan. And after a while, when that old guy in the treatment room dies, I can naturally take him down. Hahaha, young one, think you can fight me? Just wait to die.

Feng Wei stood inside the Chinese medicine treatment room, having already seen the situation from front to back clearly, especially noticing Hua Wulian standing at the doorway with a schadenfreude expression, causing Feng Wei to sigh inwardly: Alas, this young man Wang Yan, although capable, unfortunately, offended the Young Dean due to his youthful impulsiveness, and now it's all over. Why couldn't he just bend a little? Young people are just young.

Seeing all the patients queuing outside leaving, the only patient standing in the treatment room became even more flustered. At this time, he disregarded Wang Yan's dignity and directly grabbed the bed, hurriedly retreating to the door, saying, "Doctor, we're not seeing anymore, we're not seeing anymore."

Seeing this, Hua Wulian frowned. If this patient also left, how was he supposed to mess with Wang Yan?

Just then, Wang Yan raised his hand, grabbed the other side of the bed, and smiled, "Too late to leave now, you must let me administer a needle."

Seeing this, the patient's son became even more startled as it was usually patients begging doctors for treatment, not like Wang Yan begging the patient.

The patient's son quickly shouted, "No more treatment, really no more treatment."

After saying that, he was about to pull the bed forcefully.

At this moment, Wang Yan already raised the Silver Needle and gently applied it to the patient's chest. As he did, a small piece of Hu Wei's mushroom silently slipped into the elderly man's mouth.

However, this move was extremely discreet, and no one noticed it.

The patient's father only saw Wang Yan apply the needle. He hurriedly grabbed the bed with both hands and pulled it up forcefully.

But the bed, in Wang Yan's hand, seemed rooted to the ground, immovable no matter how hard the patient's son pulled.

The patient's son grew increasingly anxious, regretting having come to this den of a Chinese medicine treatment room, seeing his father being recklessly needled by a charlatan, and he couldn't help but cry, "Dad, I'm sorry—"

Hearing the crying of the patient's son, Hua Wulian felt great joy, without even looking, assuming the old man must be dead.

Hua Wulian took a few steps into the Chinese medicine room and coldly pointed at Wang Yan, saying, "Wang Yan, you've killed the patient, now you can't escape."

Upon hearing this, Feng Wei quickly stepped out, despite fearing Hua Wulian, he still mustered his courage and stammered, "Y-Young Dean, please show mercy, Dr. Wang Yan is Elder Sun's disciple."

Feng Wei said this with great anxiety, as Elder Sun hadn't yet agreed to take Wang Yan as a disciple, but to save Wang Yan, he could only bring up Elder Sun first.

However, arranging a disciple for Elder Sun without his consent made Feng Wei uneasy, only hoping to later apologize to Elder Sun if blamed.

Upon hearing Elder Sun's name, Hua Wulian hesitated for a moment, thought it over, but then shook his head and said, "So what if he's Elder Sun's disciple? Does that mean killing a patient doesn't need to be answered for?"

The patient's son, already anxious, was immediately panicked hearing the patient was dead, he didn't even look, throwing himself on the old man, sobbing, "Dad, I'm so sorry—"

Hua Wulian immediately sneered at Wang Yan, saying, "Now you have nothing to say, where are the security guards? Quickly arrest Wang Yan for me."

Wang Yan just lightly smiled and said, "I cured the patient, why should I be arrested?"

Hua Wulian spontaneously retorted, "Cured what patient, the patient was clearly killed by you."

But at this moment, they suddenly heard the old man on the hospital bed sit up.

Seeing this, the patient's son was taken aback, and with a "thud," he knelt down, saying, "Dad, you can't rest in peace, I will for sure sue this charlatan, you can go without worry."

Hua Wulian was also startled, thinking: There's actually such a thing as a corpse coming back to life, this is too frightening.

Then, the old man raised a hand, gave his son's head a slap, and scolded, "What rest in peace, I'm not dead yet, are you so quick to want me dead?"

"Not dead? But Dad... you've been unable to sit up for three months?" The patient's son looked at the old man with suspicion, unable to believe that his bedridden for three months father could sit up by himself.

"Stop the nonsense, I'm hungry, I want to eat," the old man said.

"Okay, okay!" The patient's son was thrilled beyond belief, quickly motioning to pull the bed out.

However, the old man stretched out his leg, jumped off the bed in one go, and stood firmly on the ground.

How he looked, was not at all like an eighty-year-old man, but completely like a young person.

Seeing this, the patient's son became even more frightened; he quickly looked to the ground, wanting to see if the old man cast a shadow.

The old man pulled on his son's ear, raising him up, saying, "Stop being paranoid, I feel like I haven't eaten in three months, I'm starving, quickly take me to eat."

Feeling the warmth of his father's fingers, the patient's son was immediately overjoyed, realizing his father wasn't a zombie, he was truly alive again.

It was a miraculous transformation from a three-month bedridden patient to instantly standing on the ground.

The patient's son, eyes brimming with tears of joy, said, "Okay, okay, Dad, you really haven't eaten for three months, I'll take you for a great meal now."

With that, the father and son briskly left the Chinese medicine room.

Throughout this process, Hua Wulian was already dumbfounded, staring blankly as the father and son walked past him.

And the other patients fleeing down the corridor suddenly saw the old man walking out by himself, immediately stopped, staring dazedly at the old man, as if dumbfounded.

"Divine Doctor!"

After a while, the entire corridor echoed with thunderous shouts.