"Wait for ."
Xu Zhaopei called out and followed along, since she too was a doctor.
Her grandfather’s illness, which she often saw, still had no clue.
Perfectly, if Fang Yu could cure it, she would gain so insight.
...
In a separate room in the backyard.
Xu Zhaopei stood by, silently watching.
Fang Yu glanced at her, didn’t say much, and turned his attention to Elder Xu, saying, "Please stretch out your hand."
Xu Liu stretched it out.
Xu Zhaopei didn’t know what he was going to do, but when Fang Yu placed his fingers on the grandfather’s wrist, she suddenly understood.
Was this pulse diagnosis?
Pulse diagnosis was an incredible skill. At least for her, it was so.
Xu Zhaopei had been learning Western dicine since she was young, and in her impression, there were almost no Western doctors who could diagnose by pulse.
Unexpectedly, Fang Yu understood it.
Watching the serious Fang Yu, Xu Zhaopei wondered just how much dical skill did this guy have? What secrets were hidden inside him?
Before long, Fang Yu finished taking the pulse.
"I have understood the basic situation, let give you acupuncture first," Fang Yu said lightly.
"Okay."
Elder Xu Liu was overjoyed.
"Take off your shoes."
Xu Liu did as told.
Fang Yu then took out the Golden Needle, swiftly inserted several needles in his feet, followed by a few more in his palms. At the sa ti, he transferred a small amount of Inner Essence.
Monts later, Fang Yu removed the needles.
Following that, he picked up a pen and swiftly wrote a prescription—
"You will not feel anything shortly. After my acupuncture, along with this prescription, taken once in the morning and once at night, continue for half a year to recover."
Recover?
Elder Xu Liu watched Fang Yu, almost in disbelief.
This illness had troubled him for many years, and nurous renowned doctors had been puzzled, yet Fang Yu treated it so easily?
Xu Zhaopei was dumbfounded.
"Fang Yu, was the needle technique you just used the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles?"
Fang Yu rolled his eyes:
"The Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles are used for treating so rather evil diseases, your grandfather’s condition is a physiological illness... This needle technique I used is called the Returning Spirit Eight Techniques."
"Returning Spirit Eight Techniques?" Xu Zhaopei had never heard of it.
Fang Yu stood up, hands behind his back, and started acting like an expert again—
"The so-called Returning Spirit Eight Techniques integrate with the body’s Strange ridians and Eight Vessels, targeting the acupoints that connect with the Strange ridians at specific tis. The eight thods refer to the calculation thods of the Eight Diagrams..."
"Understood?"
Xu Zhaopei shook her head.
There was no way she could understand.
More baffling than deciphering a Heavenly Book.
Fang Yu shrugged, saying, "Never mind, I’m off to drink so wine."
Saying so, his eyes glead as he headed toward the hall.
Elder Xu Liu, sitting in the armchair, looked at the blank-faced Xu Zhaopei and scolded: "What are you dazed about, go find your man quickly!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Zhaopei’s face flushed red.
"Grandpa!" She stamped her foot, without retorting, and ran out.
...
...
anwhile—
In the East District of Jiangzhou, inside a dilapidated attic.
The corridor was pitch black, with only one bulb hanging from the beam, emitting a dim light.
Insects fluttered around the light.
A man in a black suit stood with his back to the door, hands clasped behind him, standing straight.
What was terrifying was that in front of this man sat a pitch-black coffin!
Yes, a coffin.
The lid of the coffin was open.
A rancid corpse lay in the middle.
In this sweltering sumr, preserving it to this extent was already a miracle.
In front of the coffin was placed a Spiritual Tablet, engraved with two characters: Xiao Ting!
The man’s gaze was calm but icy.
Standing before the coffin was none other than Xiao Ting’s brother, Xiao He.
All of this left the man in black behind him puzzled.
"Tian Lang, you’ve co—"
It turns out, this man was the captain of the Sky Wolf Team.
"Who is this?"
Xiao He’s gaze was clear and cold, not turning his head, his tone slow, "My brother."
Tian Lang was slightly surprised.
"What happened to him?" Tian Lang asked.
"Fang Yu killed him!" A chill flashed in Xiao He’s eyes.
"Fang Yu?" Tian Lang was surprised. In Jiangzhou, whenever there was a fatality, the Sky Wolf Organization would generally be aware.
"This person is Iron Fist King, who dominated Jiangzhou eight years ago!"
Hearing this, Tian Lang beca interested—
"When did it happen?"
"Late last month," Xiao He sighed softly, "The news said it was legitimate self-defense. But I know, my brother died from his organs being shattered by a punch!"
Hearing this, Tian Lang’s eyes glead, seeming sowhat intrigued.
News of death was indeed rare, but the authenticity of the news was worth verifying.
"I had warned him before..." Xiao He continued in a cold tone, "Perhaps he wouldn’t have died if he had listened to !"
"I see. You want revenge?"
The man in black slowly turned around, his cold eyes calm and bland: "If this Fang Yu didn’t interest much, with your paynt, you wouldn’t deserve my service!"
Xiao He was slightly stunned.
This organization was already the biggest backing of the Xiao Family, giving them so much money every year, yet they were still not satisfied. It seed, allying with the Sun Family was a must. The Sky Wolf Organization, though formidable, was difficult to control.
"When do you plan to act?" Xiao He asked.
"Tonight!"
"My people have already scouted ahead, and according to timing, they should have t by now," said Xiao He solemnly.
Tian Lang walked to the side of the coffin, raised his hand, placed it on the edge of the coffin, walking from head to tail, his gaze lingering on the corpse inside.
As he looked at the corpse in the coffin, his eyes showed no emotion—
"Don’t worry, the man who killed your brother will not see tomorrow’s sun."
...
In the manor.
Fang Yu appeared, and sure enough, the guests began to toast.
"Congratulations!"
"Here’s a toast to you!"
"Here’s to a lifeti of happiness and an early birth to your offspring."
Fang Yu rolled his eyes and said:
"What nonsense, there’s not even a word about this; these are terms used for marriage."
...
At this mont, Jiang Wei ca over with her sister.
A faint, forced smile hung on her pretty face.
When she reached Fang Yu’s side, she raised her wine glass—
"Fang Yu, congratulations."
"Thank you, President Jiang."
The two clinked glasses and drank.
However, Jiang Wei drained her glass in one go.
Jiang Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to make a face at him.
After finishing the drink, Jiang Wei said:
"Fang Yu, there’s sothing at the company, I need to leave first."
"Go ahead, go ahead." Fang Yu waved his hand.
As Jiang Wei and Xiaoxiao reached the doorway, Jiang Xiaoxiao turned back and glared, saying, "Shaless, what are you looking at? Go accompany your little wife properly!"
"Hey, this girl!"
Fang Yu was quite helpless.
...
After Jiang Wei left, Xu Zhaopei slowly arrived.
Fang Yu continued to have drinks with everyone.
Fang Yu hadn’t drunk in a long ti, so every ti soone toasted, he would drink it all in one go. You can imagine his alcohol tolerance.
But how could he alone compete against so many people?
He knew these people were just putting on a show; he had offended Sun Junzhong and Xiao He, so how could they possibly connect with him.
Nevertheless, Fang Yu wanted to drink.
Soon an afternoon passed, Fang Yu couldn’t even recall how much he had drunk and gradually began to feel dizzy.
Xu Zhaopei, seeing him drink recklessly, quickly grabbed him and whispered, "Fang Yu, what are you doing!? You’ve already achieved your goal!"
Yes, he had already helped as much as he could, so why continue drinking?
Fang Yu, however, grinned and said:
"Little wife... won’t you drink a couple more with ?"
"Forget it."
"So quick to back down?" Fang Yu widened his eyes, "I’m toasting a cross-cupped drink with you!"
The people around began clapping and cheering.
Fang Yu took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her slender waist.
"Fang Yu, you’ve drunk too much!" Xu Zhaopei pushed Fang Yu away and turned to the guests, "Sorry, he drank too much."
She knew it couldn’t continue like this.
At the sa ti, she also felt sothing was very wrong.
Everything that happened today felt wrong to her.
Xu Zhaopei forcibly dragged Fang Yu outside the gate, planning to hail a cab to send him back.
"Wife... tonight, hehe... would you sleep with ..."
"Ahh!"
Xu Zhaopei, furious, gritted her teeth and pinched Fang Yu hard.
But Feng Yu, drunk as he was, didn’t feel the pain.
That left Xu Zhaopei utterly frustrated.
This was a luxury manor area, not a taxi in sight. She had no choice but to drag Fang Yu forward.
At that mont, Fang Yu muttered—
"If I hadn’t killed you with a palm today... what a pity, if you let encounter you again, I will definitely kill you with a palm!"
Xu Zhaopei was stunned.
In that instant, she felt a chilling aura emanating from Fang Yu.
"You n are so annoying, just knowing how to drink!"
Fang Yu chuckled, turned around, and hugged Xu Zhaopei—
"Don’t worry, I will marry you... hehe..."
"You—"
As a maiden, being held like this was utterly improper.
She pushed hard, and Fang Yu staggered back, crashing into a roadside plane tree—
Puh!
Fang Yu vomited out a mouthful of alcohol.
He also sobered up quite a bit.
But he had no strength left to walk and simply sat down.
Xu Zhaopei approached with guilt, asking, "Are you alright?"
Fang Yu didn’t respond, just sitting there under the tree, leaning against it.
"Let’s not go yet, I want to sit for a while."
His words beca coherent.
Xu Zhaopei humd softly and whispered apologetically, "Sorry..."
Fang Yu remained silent.
Xu Zhaopei didn’t dare to speak, not knowing what he was thinking.
The sky had darkened.
Xu Zhaopei didn’t overthink it; she walked over and sat down next to Fang Yu, close enough to hear each other’s breathing.
The moon was bright, and the night was adorned with stars.
It was unclear how much ti had passed when suddenly, a clanking sound ca from not far away—
Xu Zhaopei couldn’t help but look up.
At the end of the road, about forty or fifty n, holding iron rods, were slowly approaching them. So rested the iron rods on their shoulders, others dragged them on the ground.
The noise and posture were very intimidating!
At this mont, Fang Yu also looked up—
"Hehe... wife, did you offend soone before?"
Xu Zhaopei turned back and glared, saying, "What nonsense are you spouting? I haven’t offended anyone!"
"Oh, then it’s nothing, surely they aren’t looking for us, don’t worry." As the group of n stopped less than ten ters away from them, they halted.
Fang Yu raised his hand and greeted, "Hey, big brother, I didn’t see anyone pass by here, did you take the wrong way?"
The leading man, squinting his eyes, spat out so saliva, raised his iron rod, and asked Fang Yu:
"You are Fang Yu, right?"
Hearing this, Xu Zhaopei was stunned.
This was not good!
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