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Liu Qianqian's eyes blazed with renewed hope. If this acupuncture master could be found, her grandfather might still have a chance.
Chu Ying shared her anticipation, though for different reasons. A medical genius like this was worth befriending. No matter how rich you were, illness was inescapable—having such a contact was a smart investment.
The three hurried after the crowd, racing toward the end of the corridor.
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Ward 366's door was ajar, the hallway outside packed with doctors and nurses craning for a glimpse. Two security guards stood at the entrance, keeping the eager mob at bay.
Inside, Lin Fan sat by the bed, carefully stowing silver needles in a wooden box—the same set Su Yue'er had gifted him after he treated her father. He'd found them so effective he'd cheekily asked to keep them, and she'd agreed, having no use for them herself.
Earlier, Bai Shishi had brought the herbal decoction for her father to drink. Lin Fan had begun acupuncture immediately. The System's knowledge didn't fail him—it took less than half an hour, and Bai Shan was healed.
Not only were his leukemia symptoms gone, but he was healthier than most healthy people.
The effort drained Lin Fan, though. Performing the *Nine Dragon Acupuncture* left him weak, as if he'd spent a night in an exhausting marathon. He yearned to collapse into sleep.
A white-coated expert, the ward's chief doctor, stood nearby, stunned. He'd rushed over upon hearing someone cured leukemia with acupuncture, expecting a prank. But after examining Bai Shan, the truth hit him.
The leukemia was gone. Completely.
He'd run the tests ten times, now on his eleventh, unable to accept the results despite their consistency.
"It's real!" he muttered, slumping to the floor, eyes wide with shock. His worldview shattered.
"Acupuncture? That feudal relic? How's it *this* powerful?" he mumbled, hugging his knees, lost in existential doubt.
Bai Shishi, confirming her father's recovery, turned to Lin Fan, her eyes brimming with gratitude. "Lin Fan, thank you… I owe you so much."
She'd asked him to try with little expectation. Su Zhentian's car accident injuries and her father's leukemia were worlds apart. Yet Lin Fan had succeeded in mere minutes with a few needles.
It felt like a dream—too surreal for even a movie script.
Lin Fan shook his head, smiling. "No big deal. Glad I could help."
The experience was a test for him too. The System's abilities were proven reliable, giving him confidence to push further.
Clenching his fist, he gazed into the distance, resolve hardening. "Xiao Qianqian, I'm coming for you."
No elite lineage, no powerful family—just an ordinary guy with simple dreams: big money, luxury cars, a villa, and a beautiful partner. Once fantasies, now they felt within reach.
Two hundred million was just the start.
Bai Shishi, noticing Lin Fan's sweat-soaked state, felt a pang of concern. She handed him a small towel. "Wipe your sweat."
Lin Fan took it, sniffing it playfully. "Peach scent? Nice."
Bai Shishi's face flushed crimson, embarrassed. She'd offered it out of gratitude, and he'd turned it into a flirt. "Do you have two personalities? Can't you be serious?"
Lin Fan wiped his forehead, grinning. "I'm always serious. Just straightforward, that's all. And I'm right—it *does* smell like peach. Wanna check?"
He held out the towel.
Bai Shishi groaned. "Can you not be so crude?"
Lin Fan shrugged. *I'm no saint, just a regular guy. Who isn't a bit crude deep down? Most just hide it. I'm honest about it.*
He patted himself on the back for his "courage."
A commotion outside interrupted them. Director Huang, Chu Ying, and Liu Qianqian burst in.
Huang's voice boomed. "Where's the acupuncture master? I need to meet them!"
The ward's chief doctor, recognizing Huang, stood respectfully. "Director Huang! Didn't expect you here." He pointed at Lin Fan, awe in his voice. "He's the one who saved the patient."
Huang's gaze locked onto Lin Fan. "It's you!"
He recognized the young man who'd corrected his prescription error at the pharmacy.
Chu Ying and Liu Qianqian spotted Bai Shishi beside Lin Fan, their brows furrowing. This was her father's ward. And the "master" was this kid? Clearly, he was tied to Bai Shishi.
Lin Fan nodded casually at Huang. "Hey, old man. Thought you retired. What brings you here?"
Huang ignored the informal address, seizing Lin Fan's hand with fervor. "You know medicine, kid?"
Lin Fan blinked, startled by the enthusiasm. *What's with this guy? Wrong meds?*
He pulled his hand free, stepping back warily. "Just a little."
*A little?*
Curing leukemia with acupuncture was "a little"? If that was true, no one in the world could claim expertise.
Huang saw through the modesty. "Don't play humble, kid. I know you're the real deal."
"How'd you do that acupuncture? Can I watch you perform it live?"
His eyes gleamed with anticipation, like a student awaiting a teacher's approval, nervous yet eager.
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