Chapter 4

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"Turns out he's so amazing!" Yang Ding finally understood just how remarkable the young man named Liu Feng, whom he had invited, truly was.

Even now, as Yang Ding recalled the conversation with the old immortal last month, he remembered a particular phrase: "I'll try to have my nephew help you. As long as Xiao Feng goes, all your troubles will no longer be troubles."

Thinking about this, Yang Ding suddenly smiled. He had been worried just a moment ago, but now he found it laughable. How could someone praised so highly by the old immortal lack real skills?

At this moment, even the man who had looked down on traditional Chinese medicine spoke up: "Although I don't understand traditional Chinese medicine, Mr. Liu's knowledge of human anatomy is indeed very precise. If he were to study Western medicine, he would certainly be..."

"Everyone, be quiet. I don't want to repeat myself."

Liu Feng's voice rang out again, and it sounded impatient. He picked up a second eight-inch golden needle. "Whether I can cure Miss Yang or not depends entirely on the next needle. If you can't keep quiet, all of you get out."

Uh!

Everyone present simultaneously raised their hands to cover their mouths.

Liu Feng turned his head, and with his left hand, he gently supported Yang Shiwen, helping her sit up. At the same time, he used his right hand to pick up another eight-inch golden needle.

At this moment, everyone present held their breath. Yang Ding, who was concerned about his daughter, felt his heart leap to his throat. He saw that the eight-inch golden needle in Liu Feng's right hand was raised above his daughter's head.

Damn! Is he going to pierce the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head? Even ordinary people know that the Baihui acupoint is a taboo. One wrong move, and the needle could penetrate too deeply, causing brain damage, or even death.

Moreover, the needle in Liu Feng's hand was eight inches long. If it were to enter the brain...

Just as Yang Ding was lost in thought, Liu Feng straightened Yang Shiwen's body, and the eight-inch golden needle in his right hand suddenly fell.

Puff!

The golden needle quickly sank into Yang Shiwen's head, just like the previous one, almost completely, leaving only about two centimeters of the needle tip outside.

"Shi..."

Yang Ding saw this and was frightened again, but he only managed to utter one word before covering his mouth again.

Liu Feng's expression was very serious. After inserting the needle, he placed his hands on Yang Shiwen's back and sat down behind her.

"Chairman Yang, this needle is even more miraculous," Old Feng whispered in Yang Ding's ear, using the smallest voice possible. "Although I can't explain the key points of needling the Baihui acupoint, I once saw someone use this technique to cure an incurable person. Mr. Yang, look closely at Miss Yang."

Hmm?

Yang Ding calmed himself and then a look of joy appeared on his face.

He noticed that his beloved daughter, who had been pale as paper, now had a healthy rosy hue on her face.

"Yes, yes, Old Feng, did you see that? My daughter's eyelashes are moving, as if she could wake up at any moment," Yang Ding said, extremely excited, also whispering in Old Feng's ear.

Hmm, hmm, hmm!

Old Feng nodded repeatedly, "The 'Hand of Heaven' and the eight-inch needle, snatching back the soul from the hands of the Grim Reaper, this is true, it's true! Chairman Yang, did you see? Mr. Liu Feng is still using the 'Hand of Heaven.' His hands are on Miss Yang's back, but his fingers are moving."

"Yes! His fingers seem to be playing a piano." Yang Ding was also getting more and more excited. He noticed that his daughter's breathing had become stronger as her complexion improved.

After about half a minute, Liu Feng finally took a deep breath and looked up at everyone, saying, "The next part might be a bit awkward for Miss Yang. Everyone, please go out and have the nanny prepare..."

Bang!

Before Liu Feng could finish speaking, the floor-to-ceiling window three meters away from him suddenly shattered.

At this moment, no one except Liu Feng noticed that the glass shattered accompanied by a faint whistling sound.

This was the sound of a bullet breaking through the air. Liu Feng not only heard the bullet but also identified the type of gun from the sound.

"Damn! It's an M4 sniper rifle!"

Almost instantly, as the glass shattered, Liu Feng pulled Yang Shiwen down onto the bed.

Immediately, a hole appeared in the door of the zitan wood wardrobe next to the bed, and wood chips flew.

At this moment, everyone in the room was almost frightened out of their wits by the sudden gunshot, but Liu Feng instantly jumped up from the bed, "This brain-dead sniper actually dares to shoot in front of me."

As Liu Feng's voice echoed in the room, he had already leaped out of the broken window.

By now, it was completely dark outside, and a light drizzle was falling.

Liu Feng jumped down from the third floor, his figure disappearing into the darkness, and he ran a few steps before vanishing without a trace.

It took nearly half a minute for the people in the bedroom to react.

"Chairman Yang, quickly check on Miss Yang!"

"Miss Yang, she..."

The two bodyguards and the two expert doctors all focused their attention on Yang Shiwen.

Yang Ding rushed to the bed, lifted his daughter, and held her in his arms, "Daughter, Shiwen, how are you feeling?"

"Dad... I think I'm fine."

Yang Shiwen, who was leaning in her father's arms, actually spoke and opened her eyes.

Yang Ding looked down at his daughter, and her bright, clear eyes seemed to confirm that she was recovering.

"Is it really better? Really better?" Yang Ding was so excited that his whole body was trembling.

Yang Shiwen nodded, but then the needle tip that had been inserted into her head broke off. Not only that, but the needle tip that had been inserted into her chest also fell out.

"Bad!"

"Don't move, don't move around!"

"Oh no, the eight-inch needles are broken inside Miss Yang's body."

At this moment, everyone in the room became tense again, and the atmosphere was even more intense than when the gunshot had sounded.

If that were all, it would be bad enough, but more awkwardly, Yang Shiwen's face suddenly turned a strange shade of red, and her body began to tremble violently.

"Daughter, my dear daughter, how do you feel?"

Yang Ding's heart was in turmoil, more so than a roller coaster. Two eight-inch needles broken inside his daughter's body—how dangerous was that?

"I..." Yang Shiwen indeed looked very distressed, but this distress didn't seem to be from illness. Her face was flushed, and she bit her lower lip, her expression suggesting a kind of spring-like desire, "Dad, make them leave."

Ah?

"Okay, okay!" Yang Ding, after a moment of hesitation, quickly said to the two doctors and the bodyguards, "You all go out first. If I need you, I'll call you."

...

After the four people left, Yang Ding understood why his daughter had that expression.

Because the blanket covering Yang Shiwen's waist... was wet, and the area under her buttocks... was also wet.

"Dad, you mustn't tell anyone about this." Yang Shiwen said this with her head lowered deeply, almost burying it in her chest.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. Dad won't say a word." Yang Ding whispered, comforting her, "You've been suffering from the virus for so long and were just scared by the gunshot. It's normal for a girl under 20 to wet the bed when scared."

"Oh, I didn't wet the bed from being scared, don't say anything about this."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. Good girl, lie down. There are still two needles in your body. We have to wait for Mr. Liu Feng to come back to remove them."

"Dad, you should go out too. I need to change my clothes."

"You can't change them. Listen to Dad. Liu Feng said you must rest in bed first. Also, the needles are broken inside you. We have to wait for Liu Feng to come back before doing anything."

...

Yang Ding was so concerned about his daughter that he didn't notice that when he mentioned Liu Feng's name, a look of anger flashed across his daughter's face.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the dark sky with a flicker of light.

In a small forest outside the Siamese Mountain villa complex, Liu Feng was standing on a young man dressed in black, holding an M4 sniper rifle in his hand.

"You're called Park Jin-shik? Damn! So you're Korean. I don't care about your grudge with the Yang family. I don't care if you want to kill Yang Ding or Yang Shiwen, but why did you shoot at me just now?" As Liu Feng asked this, he slammed the M4 rifle down hard.

Bang!

The heavy rifle butt smashed the young man's upper lip, causing it to bleed and tear, and at least seven or eight of his front teeth were shattered.

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