The pale-faced girl's complexion was drained of blood. The old man, though injured, protected the girl with unwavering determination, facing the hired soldiers. Their leader, bald but resolute, ordered an attack.
Despite the old man's bravery, what would he gain? The mercenaries, guns at the ready, seemed determined. It was a unilateral massacre.
"Stop," a calm voice echoed in a pivotal moment. The bald leader ordered to deal with the interference but was suddenly immobilized by a silver needle to the neck.
"What?"
"A Vi! What happened to you?"
"It's that guy! He seems to be skilled in martial arts!"
Encountering unexpected trouble, the mercenaries shifted their focus to Lam Chinh.
Approaching Lam Chinh, a silver needle flew, piercing the approaching man's throat.
"What?"
"A Vi! What happened to you?"
"Captain! It's that guy! Seems like he practices martial arts!"
Others grew alarmed.
"We've got a tough one! Be cautious, deal with him first!"
The bald leader warned as he approached Lam Chinh with determination.
As they advanced, Lam Chinh remained kneeling, raising his hand. Like a galaxy in motion, shining spots pierced the night sky, hitting the mercenaries.
"Silver needles?"
The old man's eyes widened. The mercenaries, frozen like statues, each had a tiny needle embedded in their necks.
"Grandpa, this disobedient son has come to disturb you," Lam Chinh, without turning, spoke to the grave before him.
Both the old man and the girl were astonished.
"Sir, what happened to them?" the distressed girl asked.
"Could this be the Silver Needle Acupuncture Technique?" The terrified old man whispered, "My grandson's Master Vương mentioned it, but I've never seen it with my own eyes."
"Master Vương? Is he the head of the Traditional Medicine Association, Vuong Khuc Chi?"
"Yes...," the frail old man replied, "My grandson's Master said those who know the Silver Needle Acupuncture Technique are masters of Traditional Medicine. If this young man truly possesses such skill, he's definitely no ordinary person."
As he finished marveling, the old man suddenly staggered.
"Grandpa! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine... Endure it," the old man forced a smile.
Bu the girl, keen-eyed, noticed the painfully twisted face. She then looked at Lam Chinh, advancing towards him.
"Grandpa! Are you okay?"
The girl screamed desperately, trying to shake the old man awake, but he remained unconscious.
In her despair, the girl knelt, tearfully pleading with Lam Chinh, "I beg you, please save my grandfather!"
"You are bothering my mother; my patience has its limits," Lam Chinh tilted his hand, his voice cold.
"But my grandfather is about to die!" The girl sobbed, "If you are willing to save him, the Ha family is willing to repair the cemetery, renovate your mother's grave, and I, Ha Thu An, will watch over her for three years! Will that be enough?"
These words finally touched Lam Chinh.
"I apologize, but your grandfather's medical condition is critical," he hesitated, "If you agree to repair my mother's grave, I will consider it as repaying my debt."
"Are you willing?"
The girl rejoiced. Lam Chinh nodded, approached the old man, and carefully removed a long silver needle, as thin as a strand of hair, from his belt. He gently inserted it into the old man's brow.
Immediately, the old man, who had fallen into a coma, convulsed and took a deep breath.
"Grandpa!" The girl exclaimed in excitement.
"Can your people arrive within an hour?" Lam Chinh asked.
"I've sent them the location. They'll be here in half an hour."
"That's enough. Within this hour, just take him to the hospital for a blood transfusion. If it's delayed, take him to the crematorium."
Lam Chinh picked up his luggage and left.
"Hey, what's your name?" the girl called, but Lam Chinh had disappeared into the night, leaving her staring after him.
Suddenly, her eyes caught something near the grave. Bending down, she discovered a ticket.
"Giang Thanh? Lam Chinh?"