Lin Yu sized up the old man standing in front of him.
After a few seconds of silence, he exploded, cursing out loud!
"You're full of crap! It was me who saved her. Who the hell do you think you are?"
The old man, putting on an exaggerated act, retorted, "Young man, do you even know what respect for elders means? I’m your senior, and it was me who saved her, not you!"
Lin Yu was fuming. "You call yourself a senior? Stealing someone else's credit? You’re a joke!"
Yu Wan'er couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward. "Who do you think you are? It was Old Master Lin Xiaotian who saved my mom. Get out of here now, or I’ll call someone to drag you away!"
Lin Yu was stunned once again. He looked up at the old man.
"Your name is Lin Xiaotian?"
"Yes, that’s me!"
"You dare call yourself Lin Xiaotian? I’ll kick your ass!"
Lin Yu lunged at the old man, grabbing him by the collar, ready to throw a punch. How dare this old geezer share the same name as his most respected master?
The old man frantically signaled Jiang Che with his eyes.
They had agreed to put on a show, but getting beaten up wasn’t part of the deal! At seventy years old, taking a beating from this kid might just send him straight to meet Buddha.
Getting hit wasn’t in the job description!
He needed a raise!
The doctors quickly gathered around. "You lunatic, what do you think you’re doing to Master Lin?"
"Hey, security? We’ve got a psycho in Room 101, 7th floor, Building 13. Get over here now!"
"You’re the psycho! It was me who saved her!"
The head doctor couldn’t take it anymore. "Look at you! Do you even look like a doctor? Cursing left and right! You claim to be a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner? Prove it!"
Lin Yu hastily pulled out a small cloth bundle from his pocket, unwrapping it to reveal a set of silver needles.
"These are my acupuncture needles. They’re proof!"
"Hahaha... Needles? Of course, I have those too!"
The old man was fully equipped. He pulled out over a dozen small cloth bundles, filled with needles of all sizes—gold, silver, copper, iron, and wood. There were hundreds of them.
Lin Yu: "......"
"I’m the true inheritor of ancient Chinese medicine. My ancestors..."
Before Lin Yu could finish, the old man cut him off.
"My ancestors were imperial physicians to the emperor. Our lineage, the Ghost Doctor Sect, has been passed down for exactly 108 generations!"
Lin Yu: "......"
What the hell? You’re also an imperial physician? Ghost Doctor Sect? And exactly 108 generations?
You... you’re stealing my lines!
Lin Yu was seething with anger, his chest burning with frustration.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
He turned to Yu Weiwei, lying on the hospital bed, with a pleading look.
"You can vouch for me, right? I’m the one who saved you! I spent four hours saving you, exhausting all my inner energy!"
Lin Yu’s eyes were filled with desperate hope. I saved you... you have to back me up!!!
Lin Yu was on the verge of tears. Even when he had lost a testicle and his ability to reproduce, he had never felt this wronged.
But when he looked at Yu Weiwei, hoping she would speak up for him, he was devastated to find...
Yu Weiwei had somehow fallen asleep on the hospital bed.
[Yu Weiwei: ╮(╯-╰)╭]
If she admitted that Lin Yu had saved her, she would directly offend Jiang Che, which would indirectly harm Wan'er. That was something she absolutely couldn’t do.
But since Lin Yu had indeed saved her life, she decided to play dead.
"How can you fall asleep now?"
"How can you sleep at a time like this? Wake up!"
Unfortunately, you can’t wake someone who’s pretending to be asleep.
"You jerk, let go of my mom!"
Yu Wan'er was so angry she wanted to kick Lin Yu, but Jiang Che stopped her. With her short legs, kicking Lin Yu would probably feel more like a reward than punishment.
"I’ll handle it!"
Jiang Che picked up Yu Wan'er and then delivered a powerful kick to Lin Yu’s backside, sending him flying.
"Ah—"
A sharp scream echoed as Lin Yu crashed into a coffee table and then slammed into the wall.
"Jiang Che! It’s you!"
Lin Yu clutched his buttocks, glaring furiously at Jiang Che.
The pain in his backside was nothing compared to the hatred he felt for Jiang Che at that moment.
He realized now that this guy had been playing him all along!
"We have no grudge between us. Why do you keep targeting me?"
But obviously, no one answered him.
Jiang Che glanced at Lin Yu, who was sprawled on the floor. He knew... this guy was done for. After repeated blows, his spirit was almost completely shattered.
He really was no match. Weren’t the so-called "chosen ones" supposed to be resilient?
This guy couldn’t even last long before being utterly defeated.
Soon, Lin Yu was forcibly dragged out of the room.
Peace returned.
After Lin Yu was taken away, Yu Weiwei "woke up" as if nothing had happened. "Mom, you’re awake? Did that jerk wake you up?"
Yu Weiwei smiled faintly.
Yu Wan'er and Ye Mengyao then chatted with Yu Weiwei.
Outside the room, "Young Master Jiang, my name is Ai Shouying. You can call me Old Ai."
Jiang Che: "......"
Ai Shouying? What a... unique name.
But the old man definitely had acting skills. Facing Lin Yu, who had mastered inner energy, he hadn’t flinched at all. He might be useful in the future.
Jiang Che then transferred 100,000 yuan to him, shocking the old man.
"Young Master Jiang, this is too much..."
"You earned it. Keep this to yourself, or else..."
"Hehehe, I understand, Young Master Jiang!"
Ai Shouying, who had earlier played the part of a dignified old healer, now looked utterly sleazy.
......
Yu Weiwei’s condition had improved significantly. She just needed to follow the prescription Lin Yu had prepared, and with proper rest, she’d recover fully within three months.
After leaving the hospital, Yu Wan'er was in much better spirits, skipping along the way.
Her twin ponytails swung back and forth.
"Jiang... Jiang Che, thank you!"
The little girl smiled brightly.
[Hmph, you pervert!]
Deep down, Yu Wan'er knew that the debt she owed Jiang Che for saving her mother... was something she might never be able to repay.
And what could she offer Jiang Che in return?
Only one thing, really.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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