Mad Doctor No. 9

"You beast! How dare you speak to me like that?"

Zhang Hu was furious, veins throbbing on his forehead, looking like he was about to explode.

Wang Tian crushed the pill with one foot, scattering brown powder on the ground and emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

The doctor next to Elder Xu was also taken aback. He picked up a small fragment, smelled it, and a strange look appeared on his face: "This smell seems to be somewhat different from the Qi-Strengthening Pill described in the ancient texts..."

Zhang Hu's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained impassive: "Who do you think you are? This was personally obtained by Young Master Liu from the Shenglin Hall in the capital. How dare a mere brat like you question it?"

Wang Tian didn't even glance at him, and walked straight towards Old Xu.

Several bodyguards tried to stop him, but Old Master Xu stopped them all.

The old man's eyes were sharp as he scanned Wang Tian, ​​saying, "Boy, what makes you think it's fake?"

"The main ingredient of the Guyuan Pill is a three-hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum," Wang Tian said calmly. "After the pill is crushed, dark golden powder will float in the air for three breaths, emitting a sweet medicinal fragrance."

He touched the brown powder on the ground with his toe: "The color is off, and it smells like ordinary tonics mixed with some cheap spices."

Old Xu's gaze shifted slightly.

Wang Tian continued, "The most crucial point is that your illness is not due to physical weakness, but rather to stagnation in your lung meridians and liver fire attacking your heart, which is why you are experiencing this condition. If you were to actually take this fake elixir, without sufficient nourishment, it would instead stimulate your liver fire, and you would vomit blood and die within three days."

"Bullshit!" Zhang Hu roared in anger. "Old Xu! He's just looking for trouble!"

Just then, Old Xu suddenly started coughing violently, and the doctor next to him quickly handed him a blood-stained towel.

Wang Tian frowned, and before anyone could react, he took a step forward, his index and middle fingers joined together, and swiftly pressed three acupoints on Old Xu's chest.

Zhang Hu grabbed Wang Tian's shoulder and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Wang Tian didn't even turn his head, and just flicked his left hand behind him.

Zhang Hu felt a tremendous force strike him, and his body staggered back five or six steps until he crashed into the wall and stopped, his face filled with horror.

After Wang Tian applied acupressure, Old Xu's cough gradually subsided, and his breathing became steady.

"You...you are a descendant of the Sage of Medicine?"

Wang Tian said calmly, "Your illness has been dragging on for three years. Western medicine says you have late-stage lung cancer, but actually it's because your lungs suffered severe trauma when you were young, causing blood pooling. Over the years, you've been in a very low mood, which is why this situation has occurred."

The doctor next to Old Xu had his mouth wide open—he had studied him for a whole day and reached almost the same conclusion!

"Can it be cured?" Old Xu asked bluntly.

"Yes," Wang Tian answered readily, "Fifty million, plus one Crimson Sun Fruit."

The living room was completely silent.

Zhang Hu was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Fifty million? What the hell is the Crimson Sun Fruit? Why don't you just rob it? Old Xu, this guy is clearly lying..."

"Shut up." Old Xu's voice wasn't loud, but it was unquestionable.

He looked at Wang Tian with a firmness rarely seen in an old man.

"I have heard of the Crimson Sun Fruit, and I will do my best to find it. However, you will also have to demonstrate your true abilities."

Wang Tian took out a packet of silver needles: "The first treatment can begin."

"Okay." Old Xu nodded.

"Clear the area." Wang Tian glanced at Zhang Hu. "Anyone who's not involved, get out of here."

Zhang Hu's face turned pale and then red. After being glared at by Old Xu, he gritted his teeth and led a few of his underlings out.

The room contained only Wang Tian, ​​Old Xu, and the doctor in the white coat.

"Mr. Xu, this..." the doctor hesitated for a moment.

"Xiao Chen, just watch." Old Xu waved his hand, having already taken off his coat, revealing his skinny upper body.

Wang Tian opened the needle bag, revealing thirty-six silver needles of varying lengths neatly arranged, gleaming coldly under the light.

He took out a three-inch needle from his pocket, and when he gently twirled it with his fingers, it seemed to tremble slightly.

"Using Qi to control needles?!" Doctor Chen exclaimed in surprise.

Wang Tian ignored him, flicked his wrist, and accurately inserted the silver needle into the Tanzhong acupoint on Old Xu's chest. The tip of the silver needle was still trembling.

Old Xu felt a warm current flowing into his body through his acupoints, and his tense heart was immediately relieved.

The second one, the third one...

Wang Tian's acupuncture technique was fluid and skillful. In just two minutes, Old Xu had already inserted nine silver needles into his chest, forming a strange array.

"Nine Palaces Rejuvenating Needle?" Doctor Chen said in a trembling voice, "A long-lost acupuncture technique."

Wang Tian didn't speak. He flicked the silver needles lightly with his fingers. With each flick, Old Xu would feel a warm current flow from his body, and his cold limbs would begin to warm up.

It took Wang Tian half an hour to put away the silver needles.

Old Xu let out a long breath, feeling that his breathing was smooth and without any obstruction.

He tried to stand up. Although he was still very weak, the heaviness that had always followed him was half gone.

"Excellent skill," the old man exclaimed sincerely. "How should I address this young friend?"

"Wang Tian".

Old Xu nodded: "Wang Tian, ​​I will have my secretary transfer fifty million to your account. I will do everything I can to investigate the matter of the Crimson Sun Fruit, and I will inform you as soon as I have any news."

Wang Tian wrote down his bank account number: "I will give you acupuncture in three days. During this time, you need to pay attention to your diet and avoid getting angry."

"Understood." Old Xu seemed to have thought of something and quickly said, "Zhang Hu from the Liu family... exposing the fake medicine in front of so many people, I'm afraid you will be retaliated against."

Wang Tian gave a cold laugh and said, "Then I'll wait for him here."

It was already evening when we left Qingyun Manor.

Wang Tian had just reached the roadside outside the villa, preparing to hail a taxi back to the city, when three black SUVs roared up and surrounded him.

Zhang Hu, leading a dozen thugs armed with sticks, jumped out of the first car.

"Kid, you've got a good acting touch." Zhang Hu's face darkened. "You've ruined Young Master Liu's plans. Do you think you can get away with this?"

Wang Tian calmly lit a cigarette: "Your brother is Zhang Biao?"

Zhang Hu was taken aback: "How did you know?"

Wang Tian exhaled a smoke ring and said, "I killed him."

Time seemed to stand still for three seconds.

"Go to hell!" Zhang Hu's eyes were bloodshot. "Kill him! Chop him into mincemeat and feed him to the dogs!"

A dozen or so people rushed forward.