Capítulo 163: Chapter 163: Trust Often Begins with Strangers
Heng Jianqiu was a well-mannered man.
He rarely made enemies in his life. Faced with such an unreasonable situation, logically, he should have roared in anger, telling everyone to get lost.
But now…
He was amused.
Truly, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. Perhaps he had never imagined encountering such a situation in his life.
He was supposed to slay evil beings.
Yet here he was, lying in a hospital bed, defeated by others because of an evil being.
This matter couldn't be hidden.
The people who came with him would definitely tell others about this. He was ready to become a laughingstock.
Old Zhang said, "Look at his leg, it must be serious. I think we can wait until he recovers before making him apologize."
Lin Fan looked at Heng Jianqiu's right leg encased in plaster. It was just like what he had experienced in his dream, when his arm was also in a cast.
"You're right."
He nodded.
Heng Jianqiu didn't know they were patients from Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital.
He treated them as normal people.
"You're strong," Heng Jianqiu said.
Able to send him to the hospital with one punch, he was willing to admit the other party was strong.
Lin Fan said, "It's alright. I usually rely on Old Zhang to help me cultivate. If I'm strong, Old Zhang deserves a lot of credit."
Old Zhang raised his head.
"Indeed, I have such abilities."
Possessing the Cosmic Circulation Technique, Old Zhang always considered himself formidable.
Even occasional mistakes were simply due to a bad mood.
Heng Jianqiu felt these two were strange.
He didn't think too much about it.
"If you two have nothing else to do, you can leave first," Heng Jianqiu said.
He glanced at the watches on their wrists, a bit dazzling, emanating the stench of money.
Clearly wealthy, yet they insisted on bringing a carton of milk.
They were definitely not here for a sincere visit.
Although his right leg was in a cast, with his strength, he could recover quickly, in just a few days.
Old Zhang bent down, carefully examining the plastered leg. Stroking his chin, he pondered for a moment, then slowly said,
"The situation isn't too serious. With my acupuncture skills, immediate results are not a problem."
Lin Fan asked, "How much confidence do you have?"
Old Zhang thought for a moment, "Ninety percent."
"That's a high chance!"
"Yes."
The two psychiatric patients conversed, just like a doctor consulting a patient, their discussion quite convincing.
Then,
Lin Fan said, "Are you willing to trust my good friend? He's highly skilled in acupuncture. If you let him treat you, I think your leg could heal the same day."
"I hope you'll give him a chance."
Old Zhang's expression was firm, full of confidence, giving the impression of reliability.
To be honest,
Heng Jianqiu actually believed him.
Because of Lin Fan. After all, a strong person's friends are also strong. This was absolutely true. Although the other man was young, he had sent him to the hospital with a single punch, so what more could be said?
Not to mention, Old Zhang's age gave him a sense of security.
It was worth a try.
He was bored lying in the hospital.
The sooner he recovered, the sooner he could leave.
"Alright." Heng Jianqiu gave them a chance, also a show of trust in the strong.
Lin Fan patted Old Zhang's shoulder and said, "Go for it."
"Mm."
Old Zhang pulled out his precious needles from his pocket.
"This acupuncture technique is called the Cosmic Circulation Technique. It's a perfected technique I cultivated based on years of experience. I've only tested this technique on a few people, with remarkable results. You'll be the fourth."
This fourth referred to people.
Evil beings didn't count.
Heng Jianqiu was stunned by his words. Normally, he would definitely think this person was problematic, but now, he didn't feel that way.
"Alright, let's do it."
Then he saw Old Zhang approaching with the needles.
"Wait, my right leg is the problem, why are you sticking needles in my head?" Heng Jianqiu hurriedly stopped him as he saw Old Zhang about to insert a needle into his head. Although he didn't understand the effects of acupuncture, shouldn't they target the injured area?
Old Zhang smiled, "Trust me."
Just three words, yet they contained a thousand unspoken words, conveying a feeling of "trust me, there will be no mistakes."
Heng Jianqiu thought for a moment and nodded silently, expressing his trust.
Lin Fan came closer, watching carefully, and mused, "He seems to have quite a few problems."
"Mm, indeed many, everywhere I look is unsatisfactory." Old Zhang frowned, having never encountered such a situation. Then he asked, "Where do you think it's best to insert the needles?"
"Here." Lin Fan pointed to a spot that looked displeasing to him.
"Indeed, it does look a bit off." Old Zhang agreed with Lin Fan's opinion. They supported and trusted each other without a shred of doubt.
Heng Jianqiu overheard their conversation, feeling something was amiss, but he quickly dismissed the doubt. It was mainly because of Lin Fan's formidable strength. Strong individuals were always convincing and reliable.
The first needle went in.
Old Zhang's technique had greatly improved.
"Any feeling?" Old Zhang asked.
Heng Jianqiu said, "No."
"That's normal." Old Zhang picked up another silver needle. He had conducted numerous experiments and was very experienced, rarely making mistakes.
His technique was unique.
It could be considered a family heirloom.
Even if someone tried to steal it, they couldn't learn it even with dedicated effort.
The knowledge contained within was too profound.
Untouchable by ordinary people.
"Second needle!"
"Third needle!"
Heng Jianqiu became increasingly convinced of Old Zhang's skill. The needles inserted into his head caused no sensation at all. Such steady technique already set him apart from many others.
A master was indeed a master.
Even without seeing the results yet,
Just this convincing process was enough to be called an acupuncture saint, capable of teaching at prestigious institutions.
One-Eyed Man was truly lucky to find such an expert, two in fact. If they could be recruited to headquarters, how wonderful that would be.
He truly had this thought.
He planned to have a good chat with the two after this was over. Even if it meant apologizing to the evil being, he didn't mind.
The one-eyed rooster didn't dare to move.
Previously, it thought these two were foolish humans. Later, it discovered Lin Fan was terrifying, and then it realized Old Zhang was equally terrifying. It had witnessed with its own eyes two fellow evil beings perish under his needles.
And now…
What a foolish fellow.
He dared to insert needles into him, it was dangerous.
Eleventh needle!
Twelfth needle!
Heng Jianqiu noticed his heart beating faster, his blood flowing quicker.
"I feel something."
Hearing his words,
Old Zhang was puzzled. He felt something?
Previously, they always said they felt nothing. Could it be his technique had improved?
"That's normal."
He held the last silver needle. The thirteenth needle was about to be inserted. Whether it worked or not depended on this needle.
The thirteenth needle went in!
Heng Jianqiu had great trust in Old Zhang's acupuncture. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong, but it was too late. Just as he was about to say something, he felt his vision darken, his neck tilted, and he fainted.
While they were performing acupuncture,
A nurse pushed the door open. Those who could stay in this special ward had status and position. She had heard through the grapevine that the patient in the VIP special ward was sent from a special department and seemed to have a high position. Even the director had personally instructed the medical staff to take special care.
She entered the ward and saw someone giving the patient acupuncture.
She didn't interrupt.
Perhaps this was a private doctor, so she continued to watch until the end. When she saw Heng Jianqiu close his eyes and tilt his neck, she even marveled at the superb acupuncture skills, able to put someone to sleep so easily.
Beep! Beep!
The equipment alarm sounded.
The nurse reacted, looking at the data on the equipment, her face turning pale with fright. At this rate…
"Ah! Murder!"
The nurse screamed at the top of her lungs.
Then, she saw the faces of Lin Fan and Old Zhang, recognizing them instantly…
Psychiatric patients.
"Ah! I'm fainting."
Unable to bear the double blow, the timid nurse fainted in the ward.
Her screams echoed through the corridor.
Doctors and nurses outside rushed towards the sound.
The first thing they saw were the two psychiatric patients, then the nurse collapsed on the floor, and finally the patient lying on the bed.
"Quick, notify the director! Something's happened."
The attending physician, who had just been conversing with the two patients, whispered to a nurse.
This wasn't a visit to a friend at all.
This was a complete assassination attempt!
Lin Fan and Old Zhang looked at each other. For them, this situation seemed a bit complicated.
Old Zhang said, "I believe I succeeded."
Lin Fan patted Old Zhang's shoulder and said, "Yes, I believe you succeeded. This is just a post-treatment side effect. Master Yongxin is still waiting for us downstairs, let's go find him."
"Alright," Old Zhang said.
Who would dare stop the two psychiatric patients as they left the ward?
Unless they wanted to have a chat with them.
Hospital Office.
Li Laifu enjoyed the glory brought by his position as director.
When he first became director, he was so excited he couldn't sleep at night.
Later, he gradually got used to it.
And he wasn't as excited as he was at the beginning.
He usually just drank tea, smoked, browsed his social media feed, and occasionally, when he felt lonely, he would post something and look at the flattering comments, instantly lifting his spirits.
A nurse rushed in, panicked.
"Director, something happened in the VIP ward!"
Li Laifu frowned. Although he didn't know what had happened yet, he knew it wasn't good. Then, upon learning that it was caused by the two psychiatric patients, he became even more flustered.
Putting on his glasses, he walked towards the inpatient department with a grave expression.
Clearly,
A fierce battle was about to begin.
A situation others couldn't control would be handled personally by him, suppressing the matter with absolute strength, restoring peace and tranquility to Huatian Hospital.
He knew it.
Wherever the two psychiatric patients appeared, nothing good would happen. Either they were hospitalized, or someone else was.
This was the experience he had gained over the years.
It basically didn't need to be changed.
It was bound to happen.
Master Yongxin waited downstairs. His status prevented him from being easily recognized. He was taking the initiative to befriend the younger generation. After all, he was someone who cared about face.
The only headache he had was…
That little brat called Xiaobao wasn't easy to deal with.
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