"Father!"
Luo Shaoyong hurried forward, embracing Luo Jiuying in his arms.
But his face was now deathly pale, and he was continuously coughing up fresh blood.
His body was ice cold, his fists clenched, and his breath as thin as gossamer.
"Mr. Li, please save my father!"
Everything had happened just as Lin Fan had said.
Luo Shaoyong could only pin his hopes on Li Yizhen.
The young prodigy was considered the top Divine Doctor in Jiangning.
Especially with his silver needles pinpointing acupoints, he was reputed to be able to bring the dead back to life.
"Don't worry, if he dies, won't I lose a chess partner? Quickly, bring the silver needles."
Li Yizhen hurried forward, pinching Luo Jiuying's pulse with one hand.
As an attendant placed the medicine box on the ground.
The box opened, and a row of silver needles appeared before everyone.
Picking up a needle, he inserted it into Luo Shaoyong's throat.
With the needle in place, he, who had just been continuously coughing blood, instantly stopped.
"Indeed a Divine Doctor, such severe symptoms stopped by a single needle, truly a superior medical skill."
"No wonder they say Mr. Li can heal broken bones and revive the dead. Seeing it today is truly like seeing Hua Tuo reincarnated."
The surrounding crowd immediately began to flatter.
Only Lin Fan watched Li Yizhen with tightly furrowed brows.
When he picked up the needle again, identifying the acupoints before needling,
Lin Fan just gave a cold smile.
"I initially thought only your chess skills were bad, but it turns out your medical skills are equally poor. This isn't saving a life at all; it's downright murder."
Indeed, this statement once again agitated the crowd.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Can't you see the needle is working?"
"Ignorant boy, do you think knowing a bit about chess means you know everything?"
"Mr. Li is the top Divine Doctor in Jiangning, having cured countless officials. And a young whelp like you dares to critique him!"
They were initially shocked by Lin Fan's definitive statement about Luo Jiuying's condition.
But now they were just angry.
"I indeed don't know about his past glorious achievements, but if this continues, this man is sure to die!"
Lin Fan disdainfully shook his head.
Luo Jiuying had suffered internal injuries that required harmonization by Inner Strength.
But Li Yizhen not only didn't know the needle skill, he was also an ordinary person.
Two needles down, and he had already figured out his routine.
Saving an ordinary person might be possible, but for a Martial Artist, it was utterly meaningless.
"Boy, I've tolerated you for a long time. If you dare curse my father again, I will take your life!"
Angry, Luo Shaoyong stood up.
He stepped menacingly towards Lin Fan.
"You had better understand, I am not a witch. So it's not a curse, but a fact, just like how I already said the pieces are set and the man must die. Now, his energy is moving in reverse, and the Seven Absolute Needle can't stop this reverse flow!"
Lin Fan casually stood with his hands in his pockets, his face indifferent.
This guy's thinking was really odd.
"You're courting death!"
With his anger having no outlet, Luo Shaoyong was about to strike as he spoke.
"Shao Yong, stop!"
Fortunately, Li Yizhen raised his head and stopped Luo Shaoyong, who had already readied his fist.
As it was an order from the Divine Doctor, he of course didn't dare to disobey.
He could only step back, his face full of outrage.
"Young man, unexpected that your chess skills are exceptional, and you also understand medicine. How can you be sure that I used the Seven Absolute Needle?"
Li Yizhen curiously looked at Lin Fan.
This young man who had suddenly appeared seemed to know too much.
"In the world, there are thirty-six styles of Mahayana Needle Skill and forty-nine of Small Mahayana Needle Skill, using the Dan Zhong and Heart Shu Acupoints for needling, there are six methods in total. Five are irrelevant to the current symptoms, so if you are not too confused, that leaves only the Seven Absolute Needle."
Lin Fan smiled faintly.
His words made Li Yizhen's expression involuntarily change.
"You're actually familiar with eighty-five needle techniques!"
Li Yifan, long known as the Divine Doctor, only knew about twenty or so needle techniques himself.
But those were enough to confront all major and minor ailments.
Yet Lin Fan exposed his techniques with a single comment, which meant he must have completely mastered all Mahayana and Small Mahayana Needle Skills.
Such ability was terrifying.
This was not something ordinary people could master.
"Wrong, apart from the Mahayana Needle Skill and Small Mahayana Needle Skill, there are also ten Great Mysterious Acupoint Needle techniques and ten Minor Meridian Needle techniques, which you must have heard of."
Lin Fan, with his arms folded, spoke in a relaxed tone.
But Li Yizhen, on the opposite side, was already rendered speechless.
He could only stare at Lin Fan with wide-open eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense here, my master has been famous for many years, when has he ever practiced such strangely named needle techniques, it's truly unheard of!"
A man in his fifties beside him shouted angrily.
In Sun Wanchang's view, this guy was just a slick fraud.
He had already rendered Li Yizhen speechless with anger.
"Unheard of because of your limited knowledge, being famous for many years is nothing but fishing for fame and compliments."
Lin Fan gave him a disdainful look.
"My ancestors, you better say less," Sun Wanchang exclaimed!
During the quiet moment at the scene, Ning Zhenyue suddenly grabbed Lin Fan's arm and started walking out.
The repeated confrontations had already scared him into a cold sweat.
These two eminent figures were entities the Ning Family could not afford to offend.
"Grandfather, let me say one more thing and then we'll leave."
Lin Fan stopped walking, looking at the still shocked Li Yizhen, "If you're planning to insert the next needle into the Heart Shu Acupoint, I'm afraid you'll be going down to the underworld with him."
Having said that, he then followed Ning Zhenyue, striding away proudly.
But at that moment, Li Yizhen stood frozen in place.
The hand holding the needle stopped mid-air.
Because, indeed, he was about to insert the needle into the Heart Shu Acupoint.
"Master, don't be influenced by someone whose origins we don't know, your last two needles have already taken effect, just hurry up and apply the needle, don't delay the treatment," Sun Wanchang urgently whispered.
Now all eyes were on Li Yizhen.
If he stopped the treatment.
The Divine Doctor's golden signboard might indeed be smashed.
"I know," Li Yizhen said, well aware of the stakes.
He gritted his teeth and inserted the silver needle into the Heart Shu Acupoint.
"Aye, I knew you, Li, wouldn't bear to see me die!"
Luo Jiuying, slowly opening his eyes, took a deep breath.
The suffocation in his chest dissipated, and he could finally breathe again.
"You radish head, you were about to ruin my golden signboard, you must play chess with me for three days and three nights."
Li Yizhen's heart, which had been hanging by a thread, finally settled down.
Luo Jiuying had awakened.
This also proved that all of Lin Fan's previous words were false.
"Three days and three nights aren't enough, I want to play with you for seven days and seven... ugh..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Luo Jiuying felt a pain in his chest.
Followed by a spurt of fresh blood.
But this time, he fell to the ground, his eyes wide open.
Blood also flowed from the seven apertures, a chilling sight.
"Dad!"
Luo Shaoyong hurried forward, quickly placing his finger under his father's nose.
But he found that this time, even his breathing had completely stopped.
In just a moment, his body had already begun to chill.
This sudden death was too swift.
"It's over... all is over... it's not just the signboard that is smashed... my life is gone too!"