Chapter 4: A Modest Display of Medical Skill

The other party apologized first, so Lin Yang chose not to pursue the matter and continued kneeling before his parents’ graves.

Murong Zhang led his bodyguard and Murong Wan’er aside.

“Dad, that guy is shameless. You don’t know—he’s a degenerate gambler, owes a mountain of debt, was caught for drug use, and that’s why the Liu family broke off the engagement. If it weren’t for Qin Monong, such a capable woman, he would’ve squandered his parents’ inheritance long ago.”

“And without Qin Monong’s protection, loan sharks would have chopped him to pieces already!”

“I bet it’s because Qin Monong refused to give him money for his gambling and drugs, so he lashed out and called her heartless. In fact, he’s the truly heartless one.”

“How do you know all this?” Murong Zhang asked.

“Qin Monong does business with our family. I’ve met her a few times and was impressed, so I picked up some gossip about the Lin family.”

“Qin Monong… I’ve heard of her as well. She’s a woman of talent and means. But what happens in other people’s homes is none of our concern,” Murong Zhang replied.

Lin Yang, now a master of innate martial arts, had acute hearing and caught every word Murong Wan’er uttered.

“So, Qin Monong, you play the saint, gain both fame and fortune, yet ruin my reputation. Well played!”

Lin Yang clenched his fists. He could imagine that by now, his name must be utterly disgraced in their circles.

He wished he could truly teach that wicked woman Qin Monong another harsh lesson, just to vent his anger.

He sat before the graves for a long time before finally rising to leave.

Suddenly, he heard Murong Wan’er’s panicked voice not far off.

“Dad, what’s wrong? Wake up!”

Unleashing his unique double-pupiled vision, he drew the distant scene into sharp focus.

Murong Zhang had already collapsed, his face as pale as paper, foam at his lips, his body convulsing.

Murong Zhang’s sudden attack frightened Murong Wan’er and the bodyguard Jiang Zuofeng out of their wits.

“Quick, get my father to the hospital!”

Murong Wan’er quickly collected herself. Jiang Zuofeng hoisted Murong Zhang onto his back and hurried toward the parking lot.

“It’ll take at least half an hour to reach the hospital from here. If his illness isn’t treated within ten minutes, he’ll die.”

As they passed by, Lin Yang spoke up.

“Nonsense! You’re not a doctor; what do you know?” Murong Wan’er snapped.

“I’m not a doctor, but I know medicine. Right now, only I can save him,” Lin Yang replied with utter confidence.

“And who do you think you are? You degenerate gambler—don’t think I don’t know exactly what kind of person you are,” Murong Wan’er retorted, then said to Jiang Zuofeng, “Uncle Zuo, let’s go.”

“Give me three minutes. If I can’t save him, you can do whatever you want with me. But if you rush down the mountain to the hospital, he’ll be dead for sure.”

Lin Yang’s words made Murong Wan’er and Jiang Zuofeng halt.

“Miss Wan’er, perhaps we should let him try?” Jiang Zuofeng, seeing Lin Yang’s calm manner, wavered.

“How could you trust a gambler’s word? My father can’t afford the risk!”

Murong Wan’er didn’t believe Lin Yang for a moment.

“I’ve said all I need to. Whether you believe me or not is up to you.”

Lin Yang started walking down the mountain as well.

“Brother Zuofeng, let’s go. We can’t waste time,” Murong Wan’er urged.

But Jiang Zuofeng made a snap decision and blocked Lin Yang’s path.

“I’ll give you a chance—three minutes. If you can’t save him in three minutes, I’ll break your neck myself!”

Lin Yang sneered inwardly—if it really came to a fight, Jiang Zuofeng might not be his match.

“Brother Zuofeng…” Murong Wan’er tried to object.

Jiang Zuofeng cut her off. “Miss Wan’er, if anything happens to the old master, I’ll kill this boy myself and answer with my life. But right now, we have to take the gamble.”

With that, Jiang Zuofeng set Murong Zhang down.

“Lay him flat and loosen his shirt.”

Though Lin Yang had inherited his master’s medical legacy, this was his first time treating someone and he felt a trace of nervousness. As he spoke, he took out a set of golden needles.

After locating the key points, he inserted five needles of varying lengths into Murong Zhang’s acupoints.

This was the Heaven-Defying Life-Restoring Needle, passed down by his master, the Sage of Medicine—the foremost needling technique of this era, with the power to seize fate, reshape destiny, knit flesh and bone, and revive the dying.

Lin Yang pinched the needles lightly between two fingers, lifting and pressing with deft precision.

Jiang Zuofeng, watching closely, noticed that Lin Yang’s fingers didn’t actually touch the needles, yet the golden needles danced up and down.

Jiang Zuofeng’s heart lurched—was this “controlling needles with qi”? Could this young man really be an innate master?

Impossible! He looked barely in his early twenties—how could he have reached the innate stage?

Jiang Zuofeng himself was gifted, having trained for over twenty years, and was only at the sixth rank of postnatal cultivation. How could this youth be a true innate grandmaster?

“Three minutes are almost up. Why isn’t my father awake yet? I knew you were a fraud!” Murong Wan’er’s face was livid. “Brother Zuofeng, kill him!”

“Silence, stop shouting!” Lin Yang snapped coldly. “Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? Three minutes aren’t up yet—what’s your rush?”

“You—!” Murong Wan’er nearly exploded with rage. How dare this man speak to her like that! Outrageous!

“Miss Wan’er, please calm down,” Jiang Zuofeng urged.

“Fine! Thirty seconds left. Let’s see how you explain this,” Murong Wan’er muttered, watching the seconds tick away as Lin Yang began to withdraw the needles.

“Why isn’t he awake? I knew you were a liar!” she shouted again.

At that instant, Murong Zhang coughed violently and indeed regained consciousness!

Murong Wan’er and Jiang Zuofeng were dumbfounded.

“Dad! You’re finally awake. How do you feel?” Murong Wan’er hurried to help her father sit up.

“A moment ago, I suddenly felt an excruciating pain in my chest. What happened?” Murong Zhang asked, but now he felt nothing amiss.

“You suffered an acute myocardial infarction,” Lin Yang explained.

Jiang Zuofeng recounted what had happened, and only then did Murong Zhang realize Lin Yang had saved his life.

“Thank you, young man, for saving my life without holding a grudge. I didn’t expect someone so young to possess such remarkable medical skill. We were truly blind to your abilities.”

Murong Zhang bowed to Lin Yang, his face full of gratitude.

“What skill could he possibly have? I say he just got lucky—a blind cat catching a dead mouse. My father probably just fainted, nothing serious, and this guy happened to take advantage of it.”

Murong Wan’er still refused to believe a degenerate like Lin Yang could possess such extraordinary medical skill. She was unconvinced and immediately voiced her scorn.

“You can call me a blind cat if you wish, but doesn’t that make your father the dead mouse?” Lin Yang retorted.

“You’re courting death!” Murong Wan’er was beside herself with rage, pointing at Lin Yang with her beautiful eyes blazing, ready to teach him a lesson.

“Enough!” Murong Zhang thundered. “Apologize to this young man at once!”