At this mont, Tang Zhengwen spoke with resolve as if he didn't want to waste another word on Ye Fan.
"Head of the Tang Family!"
Seeing Tang Zhengwen issue an unrelenting eviction order, Ye Fan's face turned unsightly, shrouded with a layer of gloom.
Tang Zhengwen, pointing outside, said with an icy tone once again, "Get out of here imdiately!"
"Head of the Tang Family, everything is negotiable; is it necessary to be so absolute?" Lin Wu couldn't stand by and watch any longer.
Seeing Lin Wu step in, Tang Zhengwen frowned and said, "Commander Lin, you surely know of the relationship between Jiang Family and my Tang Family."
"Although I don't know what your relationship is with this young man, out of respect for both families, my Tang Family absolutely will not hand over the Dragon Blood Grass to this young man."
"This..." Lin Wu's face stiffened; he had not anticipated that Tang Zhengwen would be so obstinate.
Swish—
Suddenly, a Tang family servant, drenched in sweat, burst into the grand hall.
He anxiously addressed Tang Zhengwen, "Head of the Family, Madam has had another heart attack, and the situation is grim. You must go quickly!"
"Another heart attack? Where is Father?" Tang Zhengwen's expression changed upon hearing this.
The servant replied, "Old Master Tang has already rushed over, but he said Madam's heart condition is worsening, and I'm afraid this ti it might truly be beyond help!"
"What?"
Hearing this, Tang Zhengwen was shocked. He ignored Ye Fan and Lin Wu in the hall and hurried towards the master bedroom of the Tang Family residence.
Watching Tang Zhengwen hurry away, Lin Wu turned to Ye Fan and said, "God Ye, what should we do?"
"Let's go and see!" Ye Fan's eyes sparkled with a sharp light.
He hailed from the dicine God Pavilion in the Heavenly Abode Country, the most ancient sect there, and as a direct disciple, Ye Fan's dical skills had already reached the pinnacle.
The Tang family servant had ntioned that Tang Zhengwen's wife's heart disease had recurred. If he could intervene and save her, perhaps there would be a glimr of hope concerning the Dragon Blood Grass.
"Father, how is Wanqing doing?"
The recurrence of his wife's heart disease made Tang Zhengwen frantic. As soon as he entered the master bedroom, he imdiately inquired.
At this mont, the master bedroom was filled with people, all mbers of the legitimate line of the Tang Family.
"Sigh!"
Before the bed, an old man with white hair dressed in a grey robe slowly stood up, letting out a long sigh.
"Father!" Tang Zhengwen's heart instantly tightened.
Old Master Tang looked at his son with an aged and reluctant face and said, "Zhengwen, Wanqing has been suffering from heart disease for many years. By all accounts, she should have passed away three years ago. It is only because our Tang Family never gave up that Wanqing has made it through these three years!"
"Birth, aging, illness, and death are the natural ways of life. Zhengwen, don't be too heartbroken. We've always known this day would co."
Upon hearing this, Tang Zhengwen felt as if struck by lightning, his body shook, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
"Head of the Family, please accept my condolences!"
Seeing Tang Zhengwen turn pale, the Tang family mbers approached to console him.
"Could it be that this ti Wanqing will truly leave ?" Tang Zhengwen was in imnse pain.
He and his wife Mu Wanqing had been married for over twenty years, always treating each other with mutual respect. Mu Wanqing had even borne him a son and a daughter, and Tang Zhengwen's love for his wife was profound.
When he learned that Mu Wanqing had a heart condition, Tang Zhengwen had been seeking cures for years. What he had not expected was to face his wife's critical illness so soon.
"No! There might still be a glimr of hope for Madam Tang!"
Just as Tang Zhengwen looked as if all hope was lost, a solemn voice suddenly rang out.
"What? There's a glimr of hope?"
Hearing this, Tang Zhengwen looked up like a drowning man grasping at a straw, and saw Ye Fan and Lin Wu approaching him.
"It's you!"
Recognizing the newcors, the hopeful expression on Tang Zhengwen's face instantly vanished, replaced by deep anger.
He looked at Ye Fan with disgust, "Didn't I tell you to get out of the Tang residence? Who allowed you to co here? Get out, leave imdiately!"
"Head of the Tang Family, I can cure Madam's illness!" Ye Fan suppressed the anger in his heart.
"What? He can cure my wife's illness? Who is this young man?"
"I don't know!"
Ye Fan's words exploded like thunder, causing the legitimate line of the Tang Family to erupt into heated discussion.
"You can cure my wife's illness?"
"Ridiculous! Laughable!"
Hearing this, Tang Zhengwen imdiately barked out in a harsh tone.
Old Master Tang asked in astonishnt, "Zhengwen, who is this person?"
"Father, this youngster's na is Ye Fan. His daughter Ye Ling'er is the one required by the Jiang Family for the ritual burial!"
"Tomorrow morning is the day of the funeral for Young Master Jiang Long of the Jiang Family, and to ensure that Ye Ling'er successfully accompanies him in burial, they resorted to murder. Now his daughter's life hangs by a thread, and he wants our Tang Family's Dragon Blood Grass to save her! Father, don't listen to his nonsense!" Tang Zhengwen said coldly.
"So that's how it is!"
After understanding Ye Fan's purpose, Old Master Tang nodded. He eyed Ye Fan, his aged gaze turning from initial surprise to disdain.
Seeing the great hostility Tang Zhengwen had towards him, Ye Fan solemnly said, "Head of the Tang Family, I am not joking with you. I am indeed capable of curing Madam Tang's illness, and the opportunity will soon slip away!"
"Nonsense!"
Seeing the certainty in Ye Fan's tone, Tang Zhengwen couldn't help but scoff with disdain.
"Ye Fan, your daughter's life is in peril due to the Jiang Family's murder plot. Since you claim to be capable of curing my wife's illness, your dical skills must be extraordinary then. Why are you seeking Dragon Blood Grass from our Tang Family instead of treating your own daughter?"
"In my opinion, you're nothing but a drear hoping for our Tang Family to give you the Dragon Blood Grass. I advise you to stop dreaming!"
"Moreover, I'll tell you, my father is a revered and esteed figure in the dical community of the Central Plains, a renowned na in the entire national dical scene. My father is at a loss with my wife's illness, let alone a green young man like you."
"I warn you, leave the Tang Family at once, or else, do not bla us for being discourteous!"
Tang Zhengwen was right; the Tang Family is a century-old dical family, and Old Master Tang is a highly respected figure in the dical community within the Central Plains, before whom even famous doctors must show respect and address as a senior.
Today, with his wife's illness beyond the help of such a dical authority, he naturally could not trust an inexperienced twenty-sothing like Ye Fan.
"The head of the family is correct; Old Master Tang's dical skills are unmatched. Now even Elder Tang has no solution for my lady's illness. How dare you claim that you can intervene? Could your dical skill possibly surpass that of Old Master Tang?"
"Dragon Blood Grass is the treasure of our Tang Family. Over the years, countless people have co to our door seeking the Dragon Blood Grass. And you think you can just take it away, without even considering who you are!"
"Get out of the Tang Family now, hesitate a mont longer, and I might do sothing to your legs!"
All the legitimate line mbers of the Tang Family, united in their animosity, lashed out at Ye Fan. They all regarded him with contempt, none believing in his dical skills.
Drip! Drip!
Suddenly, the alarm next to the bed went off.
"This is bad!"
Hearing the alarm, Tang Zhengwen and people like Old Master Tang all underwent a drastic change in expression.
"We cannot delay any longer!"
Ye Fan's brows shot up and, without any hesitation, he dashed towards the bed.
Rip!
Upon reaching the bedside, Ye Fan swiftly tore open the clothing on the chest of Tang Zhengwen's wife Mu Wanqing with lightning-fast hands.
Swish, swish, swish—
In this mont, Ye Fan's face was grave. He started with a massage on the chest and then swiftly inserted three silver needles into the three major acupoints on Mu Wanqing's chest, taking them from the bedside table with his right hand.
"You scoundrel, what are you doing?"
"Stop him, stop him imdiately!"
Seeing Ye Fan dare to publicly tear open his wife's clothing, Tang Zhengwen's eyes burned with a thunderous rage.
"It's outrageous, daring to defile my wife in front of all in the Tang Family, have you grown tired of living?"
"Quick, quick, stop this little bastard, I want to chop him up personally and feed him to the dogs!"
In an instant, the legitimate line mbers of the Tang Family, unable to restrain their fury, all rolled up their sleeves and charged towards Ye Fan, wishing they could tear him to pieces right there and then.
But in that mont, Old Master Tang, a respected figure in the dical community, suddenly furrowed his brow. And finally, as if seeing a ghost, his expression changed dramatically:
"Pat, press, push, strike, left Returning Dragon, right Swinging Tiger—if I'm not mistaken, this... this is the long-lost divine-level Chinese massage technique—Returning Dragon Swinging Tiger!"
"Moreover, these three needle positions are exactly on the Danzhong, Lingxu, and Shenfeng acupoints in the chest, when combined with the divine-level massage technique Returning Dragon Swinging Tiger, could it be that these needles are the Holy-level Healing Acupuncture known from history books as the Soul-Returning Three Needles that vanished hundreds of years ago!"
"Stop, all of you stop imdiately!!!"
Reviews
All reviews (0)