The others also looked at Su Han with disdain, urging Su Han to leave. For them, Su Han was completely out of place. How could a country bumpkin play with them?
When Qiao Yuman heard this, she felt that Wu Hongwei had gone too overboard with his words. She was a bit angry and wanted to say something, but she held back.
Although she wanted to strike a blow to Su Han and make him see reality, Wu Hongwei's words were a little too much, too damaging to one's self-esteem and made her feel a little guilty. She looked at Su Han and saw that his expression was calm, as if he did not take Wu Hongwei's words to heart at all.
Su Han stared at Wu Hongwei, and a glint flashed in his eyes when he saw that he was still poking him with his finger. He smiled and said, "Is that so? Then your starting point might end here."
As soon as the words fell, Su Han flicked a finger, and a stream of Profound Qi instantly entered Wu Hongwei's body, sealing all the meridians in his body almost instantly!
Su Han's action was very discreet, and it seemed that there was no movement at all, but Wu Hongwei suddenly felt excruciating pain all over his body.
It was as if something was pounding at every joint of his, causing him to suddenly scream in pain.
"Ahhh! My arms! My legs! My knee, it hurts! It hurts!" Wu Hongwei's face turned pale instantly. He kept retreating and collapsed on the sofa, screaming in agony.
The crowd was shocked, seeing Wu Hongwei in such a state, they looked at Su Han with vigilance.
"Wu Hongwei! What's wrong with you?"
"What did you do to him!" Another man immediately stood up , supporting Wu Hongwei and coldly glaring at Su Han, "Hmph, despicable scoundrel, actually resorting to such dirty tricks!"
Their gaze toward Su Han became even angrier.
Su Han simply spread his hands, appearing helpless. "Did you see me make a move?"
His expression remained calm, appearing indifferent, leaving others at a loss for words. Su Han stood there without moving. They were not blind, so they naturally knew that it couldn't have been Su Han who made the move.
With their vision, how could they possibly see Su Han use the Profound Qi Finger?
Wu Hongwei's face was pale and he was screaming in agony. It felt as if his entire body had been dismembered, his tears streaming down from the pain. The others immediately became worried. If something happened to Wu Hongwei, they would be implicated as well.
Qiao Yuman, sitting on the side, looked deeply at Su Han. She didn't know if it was Su Han who made the move. If it was indeed Su Han, how powerful would he be?
"Wu Hongwei, how are you feeling?"
"Should we call an ambulance?"
Several people became concerned, seeing Wu Hongwei's increasingly grim complexion. They were no longer in the mood to play around.
"Right, aren't you a doctor?" Suddenly, someone shouted. They had just heard Qiao Yuman introduce Su Han as an intern doctor. At this point, they couldn't care less and all turned to look at Su Han.
At this critical moment, they couldn't worry about anything else. Naturally, saving a life was the priority.
Su Han stood there with his eyes slightly narrowed. His expression was calm. At a glance, he looked like an expert, exuding a graceful demeanor. "He's fine. It's just that he drank too little alcohol. If he drinks ten bottles of the kind of liquor that costs me a year's salary, he'll soon recover."
His casual remark astonished the others. Drinking too little alcohol? When did that become a medical condition?
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Another man immediately shouted, "Ridiculous!"
"Ah!" Wu Hongwei screamed even louder, in pain to the point that his whole body convulsed. His eyes were rolling back, his state terrifying to look at.
Su Han spread his hands, his face helpless. "I've already explained the method to save him. If you don't listen, it's not my problem. Yuman, let's go. If he remains like this any longer, even if the ambulance arrives, it won't be of any use."
Hearing Su Han's words, the others were even more terrified. Would Wu Hongwei die?
After all, they were young people who had not have much experience. When they heard the possibility of someone dying, they became even more nervous and panicked.
Qiao Yuman looked at Su Han and was also surprised. This "brother-in-law" of hers seemed to be a little different from what she had imagined.
She glanced at Wu Hongwei, then at Su Han, then at Wu Hongwei again, then back at Su Han. She could not help but ask, "What if he drinks ten bottles and still doesn't recover?"
"Then I would be a murderer," Su Han smiled lightly.
When the others heard that Su Han actually dared to bear the responsibility on himself, they couldn't care less and immediately shouted, "Open the wine! Hurry up! Open it immediately and let Wu Hongwei drink!"
Several people scrambled to open the bottles of alcohol and then supported Wu Hongwei, forcefully pouring it down his throat, mouthful by mouthful.
Su Han said nothing, found a seat, and sat down. He enjoyed some fruit, feeling at ease, paying no attention to the commotion around him.
As Wu Hongwei drank the first bottle, his face had already turned red.
By the second bottle, veins bulged on his forehead.
When he drank the third bottle, just as he was about to vomit, Su Han calmly said, "If you vomit, you have to continue drinking. No vomiting allowed."
The others immediately covered Wu Hongwei's mouth, forcibly making him swallow it!
Fourth bottle, fifth bottle...
Until the ninth bottle, Qiao Yuman was already dumbfounded. Wu Hongwei's stomach was so bloated that it appeared like he had been pregnant for ten months. She was worried that if he drank any more, he would either die from the pain or his stomach would burst from the alcohol!
"One more bottle to go. Put in more effort," Su Han chuckled as he held a slice of watermelon in his hand.
The few of them gritted their teeth and disregarded everything else, directing the tenth bottle towards Wu Hongwei's mouth and forcefully pouring it in…
Ten empty bottles were scattered haphazardly on the table. Everyone stared at Wu Hongwei, who was lying there, unable to move. Seeing that he was panting and no longer complaining about pain, just rubbing his belly and furrowing his brow, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wu Hongwei, does it still hurt?" A girl asked timidly.
Wu Hongwei had no energy to speak. He could only shake his head to indicate that he wasn't in pain. Everyone was even more stunned. Su Han was actually right?
"What kind of illness is this, and drinking alcohol can cure it?" Qiao Yuman widened her eyes, as if she had witnessed something astonishing.
Coming from a family that owned a hospital, she had never heard of such a strange illness that could be cured by drinking alcohol.
She stared with wide eyes and glanced at Su Han.
Su Han, on the other hand, took out a tissue and wiped his hands. He casually glanced at the bloated Wu Hongwei, and said indifferently, "This is a disease of the rich. I envy the luxurious lives you wealthy people lead. Regular folks like us can't afford it."
At this moment, the way the others looked at Su Han had already changed.
Although they were young, they weren't stupid. They had calmed down by now and naturally realized that Su Han was just playing a trick on Wu Hongwei. What disease of the rich? It was obviously Su Han intentionally messing with him!
Qiao Yuman glanced at her brother-in-law, her curiosity suddenly aroused. It seemed that the jerk in front of her wasn't as ordinary as her sister had described him.