"Why wait so long? Were you trying to give a few hundred million more?" A mocking smile touched Lin Fan’s lips as he nodded at Yuan Youwei.
"Of course, Director Lin!" Yuan Youwei obediently rose, fully embracing her role as a secretary. She began to process the large, on-site transfer from the Fang family.
DING!
A mont later, her phone buzzed with the notification of a bank transfer. "Director Lin, the 2.3 billion from the Fang family has arrived." Yuan Youwei’s eyes sparkled. After carefully reading the text ssage one more ti, she reported to Lin Fan with a radiant smile.
What? 2.3 billion?! Holy crap, the Fang family actually paid the price listed on that shabby box!
The venue fell silent for a mont before erupting into a massive uproar. Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide enough to pop from their sockets. Even Doctor Jiang, who had been hiding at the edge of the crowd to avoid embarrassnt, gasped in shock.
Incredible. Truly incredible. He really is my master!
"Master, let handle it! There’s no need to trouble the Mistress with such a trivial matter!" Unable to restrain himself, Doctor Jiang strode forward with his chest puffed out. He addressed Lin Fan and Yuan Youwei with a beaming smile, completely ignoring the disdainful glares from the crowd.
"Fine. You can handle the money," Lin Fan said with a slight twitch of his lips, readily agreeing.
"Anyone else who wants to buy a dicine box, hurry up! If you’re late, my master might raise the price again!" Doctor Jiang shouted toward the hesitating ng Family Head and the others, his face flushed with excitent.
Lying on the ground and convulsing in agony, Mr. Wang Sr. was the first to break. "I... the Wang family concedes! Pay him! Pay him now!" he cried, his voice a hoarse croak. "Director Lin, can you please save first?" He had no other choice. Despite his own extraordinary dical expertise, he couldn’t begin to identify the vicious poison coursing through his veins. If this dragged on any longer, he would die right there from the sheer pain.
"Yes, yes! Director Lin, you save him first. Saving a life is what’s most important, hehe..." Seeing this, the ng Family Head and the others exchanged knowing, sheepish glances.
If Lin Fan can really cure Mr. Wang Sr., it will prove he has the ability to handle this. Otherwise, if we spend billions just to buy a broken box, won’t we lose the shirts off our backs?!
"Very well. I’ll let you witness the true power of the Divine Dragon Detox Powder," Lin Fan said with a slight frown, producing a newly refined bottle. He left the display stand and crouched before Mr. Wang Sr., pouring so of the shimring white powder into the older man’s mouth.
One second, two seconds... five seconds passed as everyone craned their necks to watch.
Mr. Wang Sr.’s throat convulsed as he struggled to swallow the powder. A mont later, his eyes shot wide open, and he took a few deep, shuddering breaths. The pain had clearly subsided, and his composure returned!
This miraculous sight sparked a buzz of discussion. While so gasped in astonishnt, others were completely bewildered. A few even whispered their suspicions, only to be imdiately shouted down by their neighbors.
"Hiss... Is it really that miraculous?"
"What’s going on? How does Lin Fan have Divine Dragon Detox Powder too?"
"Could this be an act?"
"Are you kidding? Who could possibly hire the president of the dical Association to be a stooge? Didn’t you see he was in so much pain he practically wet himself?"
"Master, Mistress! The 4.3 billion from the Wang family has arrived!" Doctor Jiang scurried over, holding Yuan Youwei’s phone like a precious treasure for Lin Fan to see.
"Good. Continue," Lin Fan nodded.
Yuan Youwei, who had followed, blushed faintly, the corners of her lips curling into a smile. She was clearly delighted by Doctor Jiang’s repeated use of the title "Mistress."
Just then, Yuan Ruoshan, who was foaming at the mouth and rolling on the ground in pain, looked pleadingly at Yuan Youwei. "Youwei, save ! Please, save ! I... I’m your uncle!" he begged in a weak voice, on the verge of fainting from the agony.
"Do you concede the bet?" Yuan Youwei asked before pausing, her gaze shifting to Lin Fan.
Before Lin Fan could even respond, Yuan Ruoshan cried out, "I concede! I concede! Quick, save with Lin Fan’s Divine Dragon Detox Powder!" His eyes were brimming with tears of pain as he nodded frantically, like a chicken pecking at grain.
"Give them the dicine. Apply it to external wounds and have them ingest it for internal poison," Lin Fan said with a wave of his hand, passing the Divine Dragon Detox Powder to Doctor Jiang.
"Form a line! Anyone who dares to cause a commotion can just go roll themselves to a hospital!" Doctor Jiang’s eyebrows danced with glee as he happily accepted the dicine bottle. He then cleared his throat and struck an imposing posture.
" first! first!" Yuan Ruoshan scrambled and stumbled over, collapsing at Doctor Jiang’s feet in a pathetic display.
"..."
Seeing this, Wen Zheyang and Iguchi Tama exchanged a look, their expressions turning ugly. They wanted to tough it out and go to the hospital, refusing to accept Lin Fan’s charity, but they were terrified their conditions would worsen. Utterly helpless, they could only grit their teeth and join the long line forming behind the Fang and ng Family Heads.
A mont later, Yuan Ruoshan and the others had all received a dose of the Divine Dragon Detox Powder, applying it or ingesting it as Lin Fan had instructed.
"Divine dicine! It’s truly a divine detoxification dicine!"
"The pain is gone! I don’t feel any pain at all! My face feels cool and refreshed. It’s so much better!"
"Thank you, Director Lin! Thank you for your imnse kindness!"
The festering wounds on the faces of the Fang Family Head and his two companions were imdiately halted by the powder, the swelling visibly receding. As for Wen Zheyang’s group, after they each spat out a clump of pitch-black blood, their breathing evened out and so color returned to their faces.
Yuan Ruoshan wiped the filth from his mouth with his sleeve. He shot to his feet, feeling the changes in his body with a mixture of shock and delight. Then, a triumphant, smug laugh escaped him, his eyes glinting with ridicule from behind his gold-rimd glasses. "Hahaha! Lin Fan, you’re the one who chose to save . I certainly didn’t force you!"
"Yuan Ruoshan, what do you an by that? Are you going back on your word?" Yuan Youwei’s expression hardened as she questioned him coldly.
"And why shouldn’t I? Our bet was to secure a four-billion-dollar pharmaceutical order at the conference!" Yuan Ruoshan sneered, pointing a finger at the remaining dicine boxes on the display stand. "Look at what you sold—shabby boxes! It’s obvious you set up Mr. Wang Sr. and the others and didn’t play by the rules. So what if I go back on my word?"
Hearing this, both Mrs. Xue and Doctor Jiang paled with fury. The surrounding crowd was completely dumbfounded.
Damn, can a person be this shaless? One second he’s crying and begging for Lin Fan to save him, and the next he turns around and pulls this stunt?
"I think Director Yuan makes a perfectly valid point. He was on the brink of death just now, coerced by you, Lin Fan. He had no choice but to compromise," Wen Zheyang declared, stepping forward with Iguchi Tama to stand beside Yuan Ruoshan.
"Could you people be any more shaless? If it weren’t for Lin Fan’s Divine Dragon Detox Powder, would you even be able to speak so loudly?" Mrs. Xue demanded, her expression grim with anger.
"Who the hell do you think you are to speak here?" Wen Zheyang’s face flushed red as he huffed and turned away. Iguchi Tama remained silent, but a sharp, murderous glint flashed in his eyes.
"Forget it. Just consider it my dicine fed to a dog," Lin Fan said, stepping forward with a frown to stop Mrs. Xue, who looked ready to attack. He turned his head to Mr. Wang Sr. and the others. "And what do you all have to say?"
The next mont, the Fang Family Head, who had already opened his dicine box and was inspecting it, suddenly looked up. "Lin Fan, wait a minute. Why is this dicine box empty?" he shouted, his face a mask of shock and rage.
What? The box is empty? My god, they spent billions just to buy a broken box!
BOOM!
This revelation sent the entire crowd into an uproar.
Mr. Wang Sr.’s face changed drastically. He scrambled to open the box his family had purchased. His body trembled, and his eye twitched violently.
Empty. It was completely empty inside.
"Lin Fan, how dare you trick ?!" Mr. Wang Sr. staggered, practically exploding with rage as he let out a hysterical roar.
At the edge of the crowd, Su ngqing, still lying on the ground, burst into miserable laughter, her face a mask of profound hatred and bitterness. "Hahaha, it serves you right! All of you deserve this!"
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