Watching Fan Yue kneeling on the ground in repentance, the middle-aged man clad in a white coat was completely dumbfounded. He now had no doubt whatsoever that Fan Yue had completely rid himself of drugs.
Although still sowhat weak, Fan Yue's eyes no longer bore the decadent look of the past. His complexion had also improved significantly compared to his previous paleness.
Together with Fan Yue's repentant words, everyone present, including the middle-aged man, was convinced that Fan Yue had indeed seen the error of his ways.
By now, doctors had already tested Fan Yue's blood. They discovered that there was no sign of drug use in him at all. If it weren't for the doctors knowing Fan Yue's history of drug use, they wouldn't have believed that the person before them was a forr drug user.
With the doctor's verdict, everyone was without a shred of doubt, convinced that Fan Yue had indeed completely freed himself from drugs...
"How... how is that possible?" said the middle-aged man in white, his face filled with disbelief.
Before Ding Fan had arrived, Fan Yue had been utterly uncontrollable to the point that they had to lock him up out of sheer desperation.
Yet, in less than an hour's ti, Ding Fan had rely placed a few Silver Needles, and Fan Yue had completely recovered.
From a deep-seated drug addict to a normal person after just a few needles was sothing any rational person would find inconceivable.
"Hey, expert, my Brother Fan has clearly won now..." Mu Zi approached the middle-aged man in white.
The middle-aged man's face turned red in an instant.
When Ding Fan started his treatnt for Fan Yue, he didn't believe in it, hence, he even made a bet with Mu Zi. The bet went like this:
If Ding Fan could cure Fan Yue, the middle-aged man would take off his white coat, quitting his career in addiction treatnt. If Ding Fan lost, he would call the police right away and have Ding Fan arrested.
The result was now clear. With just a few Silver Needles, Ding Fan had cured Fan Yue of his addiction. The middle-aged man clad in white knew well what Mu Zi was implying; he was there to see the wager fulfilled.
The middle-aged man looked extrely upset, never having imagined he could lose. After all, who could believe soone could completely cure an addiction with just a few Silver Needles?
The middle-aged man touched his white coat reluctantly.
He had spent many years in the field of addiction, achieving recognition only after a long struggle, and now he was genuinely reluctant to leave it all behind by removing his white coat.
But what use was regret at this point? Since he had made a promise, he had to follow through.
The middle-aged man pondered for a mont, then suddenly seed to make a resolute decision.
Just as the middle-aged man was about to remove his white coat, Ding Fan approached him.
"My friend was only joking with you… I greatly admire your dedication to the work of addiction treatnt. The field needs many people like you; Ding Fan respects you greatly…"
Ding Fan's words were heartfelt.
The middle-aged man in the white coat had only ant to prevent Ding Fan from escalating the situation due to concern. After all, as a person on Earth, educated for many years under atheistic thoughts, how could they believe in a world where Cultivation exists?
Yet people like this middle-aged man are highly beneficial to society and the nation. Society would be better off with more people like him rather than those who contribute nothing.
Old Fan, observing Ding Fan's conduct, couldn't help but show a look of admiration. Not swayed by material gain or personal anguish, such breadth of spirit in soone so young was indeed rare!
The middle-aged man was initially stunned. He hadn't expected Ding Fan to voluntarily say such a thing.
Recalling how he had once sidelined others in front of Old Fan, the middle-aged man felt a flush of warmth across his face. Compared to Ding Fan, the middle-aged man felt utterly insignificant.
"I... I... I am truly ashad…"
The middle-aged man in white finally expressed such sentints. He was genuinely convinced by Ding Fan, truly admiring him from the heart. Although he lost, he'd never felt as relieved as he did now.
Being bested by soone like Ding Fan was not a loss!
After a touching mont between father and son, Old Fan invited everyone to have a good al.
Everyone present had contributed a lot to Fan Yue's detoxification. Now that his son had successfully quit drugs, Old Fan was not only happy but also wanted to express his gratitude for everyone's help during this period.
The al was held at Old Fan's villa. Known for his unique culinary tastes, Old Fan had master chefs cooking in his kitchen.
While the kitchen staff busily prepared the als, Old Fan offered so fragrant tea under the grapevines in the villa's courtyard to entertain the guests.
"Young friend, the acupuncture technique you employed earlier was extrely profound. Could you kindly share the na of the technique?" Old Fan asked Ding Fan.
While administering acupuncture to Fan Yue, Ding Fan had brushed his hand over the needles, causing all the arrays to start buzzing. This phenonon of all the needles resonating together was sothing the elder had never seen in his life.
Old Fan, having practiced dicine all his life and seen much, was naturally eager to know the na of such a sophisticated technique.
At that mont, Ding Fan had no intention of keeping it a secret. The technique, after all, was nothing extraordinary. Right then, Ding Fan spoke.
"This needle technique is called the Four Symbols Divine Needle."
Four Symbols Divine Needle?
When he heard the na of the needle technique, Old Fan's eyes widened greatly, and for a mont, he seed to have a hard ti grasping the details.
"When I was younger, I did hear about the Four Symbols Divine Needle from an elder, It's said that this needle technique isn't ordinary; to master this technique, one must have a solid foundation of Inner Strength..."
Old Fan said this and looked towards Ding Fan. He didn't need to say the rest, as Old Fan himself understood.
Ding Fan must be a Hidden Sect Disciple, otherwise, how could such a young person use Qi Control Needle...
Once he realized that Ding Fan was a Hidden Sect Disciple, everything else beca clear.
Using acupuncture to detox.
This thod would certainly shock and awe. However, Ding Fan had achieved it.
Previously Old Fan was puzzled, but now he had co to understand; Hidden Sect Disciples are always profound and inscrutable, and using acupuncture to detox was actually not so surprising.
After chatting about various topics, the dinner was ready.
At this point, Old Fan began calling everyone to the table. The al he had prepared was very lavish, with chicken, duck, fish, and at, as well as various specialty dishes.
Everyone took their seats according to their status as guests and hosts. They talked and laughed, and the al was very enjoyable.
After dinner, Ding Fan and Mu Zi sat for a while at Old Fan's place before rising to leave.
It was late evening by then, Old Fan wanted to arrange a car to take Ding Fan and Mu Zi back, but Mu Zi declined Old Fan's kindness.
With a full moon and sparse stars, and a gentle breeze, such a beautiful night was perfect for a stroll with Ding Fan, and Mu Zi would not let such an opportunity slip away.
Mu Zi insisted, and Old Fan could not persuade her otherwise.
In the end, Old Fan and Fan Yue escorted Ding Fan and Mu Zi to the community's gate before stopping.
Although Ding Fan wasn't very adept at dealing with emotions, he still knew Mu Zi's feelings for him.
At this mont, Ding Fan was in a good mood; how the little fairy wanted to frolic, Ding Fan would just let her be.
"Brother Fan, you're so aweso… To be able to use Silver Needle to detox… Not to ntion anything else, just this skill alone is sure to make you a millionaire..." Mu Zi said, tilting her head to think.
"It seems you're already a millionaire now."
Ding Fan smiled. Mu Zi looked very cute under the moonlight. Perhaps because she had drunk a little, her cheeks were plump and charming.
Actually, if one didn't know the fairy's nature and just looked at Mu Zi's clean, pure face, it would be hard to believe that such a fairy could have so many cunning thoughts.
"Little girl, it's so late; why aren't you heading ho yet?"
Just then, three or four drunken n surrounding a wealthy young master, staggered towards Mu Zi.
Seeing this, Ding Fan was at a loss for words.
As the saying goes, beauty is a source of trouble. This saying really holds true; these n were clearly drawn by Mu Zi's beauty.
The speaking wealthy young master, probably in his late twenties, wore golden-rimd glasses and was dressed in a white suit. He looked sowhat haggard; it was obvious that he had been indulging in a hedonistic lifestyle for a long ti.
"Young Master Ming, that woman Shi Qing is unappreciative and won't go with you, but this wildflower looks much better than Shi Qing..."
"Yeah, the grass is always greener on the other side, and the wildflowers are always fresher..., hehe"…
The one called Young Master Ming staggered in front of Mu Zi. "Let tell you clearly, I got dumped today, and tonight, as long as you take good care of , I'll give you a rcedes!"
As he spoke, Young Master Ming directly pulled out a rcedes car key from his pocket.
"My boyfriend is here, do you think I'd go with you?" Mu Zi said, leaning a bit closer to Ding Fan.
Ding Fan looked at Mu Zi in his arms and his face was filled with exasperation; she was indeed a troublemaker. It looked like he was again dragged into a fight.
"Kid, I'm not in a good mood today, if you don't want to lose an arm or a leg, beat it!" Young Master Ming said to Ding Fan standing nearby.
Ding Fan glanced at the few people around him. He had eaten quite a bit tonight, so taking these guys on would be a good physical exercise...
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