After awakening her X-ray vision, the beautiful CEO couldn't sit still any longer.

Lin Wanqing crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, and glanced at Ye Tian out of the corner of her eye.

Her sexy red lips curled into a smile of extreme distrust:

"Outsider, someone said you made a million by gambling on stones as soon as you arrived here."

But then he turned around and came to work as a handyman at a clinic that was so poor it couldn't even afford the rent.

Dispensing medicine and organizing the medicine cabinet—what exactly are you trying to achieve?

Sun Yongqiang quickly stepped forward to explain, "Director Zhou, Miss Lin, he's just here to help out for a few days. We're really short-staffed here..."

"Just because we're short-staffed doesn't mean we can disregard the rules? Sun Yongqiang, do you even respect the management committee? Do you have any regard for industry discipline?"

Zhou Zhiming interrupted sharply, pressing closer and closer.

It turns out that the Diancheng Antique City used to have poor public security, so there was a rule that people of unknown origin could not be hired as employees.

Because this place is adjacent to the border, this strict regulation exists to prevent illegal immigrants and criminals from settling here and increasing social instability.

But Ye Tian came from Jiangcheng and has legal identification.

Once they check, they'll immediately see that Ye Tian is definitely not someone of unknown origin.

Zhou Zhiming started causing trouble without investigating the matter properly, clearly intending to use the rules to make things difficult for Ye Tian.

Facing the two menacing figures, Ye Tian showed no anger or panic, only a condescending indifference, as if he were looking at two noisy insects.

His gaze swept past the attractive Lin Wanqing and landed on Zhou Zhiming's oily face, which was glistening with anger and smugness.

"Director Zhou, right? Why are you so angry?"

Your forehead is dark, the bridge of your nose is bluish, and your eyes are cloudy with a reddish tinge. This indicates that your kidney meridian is blocked and your life gate fire is weak.

"Pretending to be powerful now is just draining your last bit of vitality."

Ye Tian spoke, his voice as calm as if he were talking about something insignificant.

"Judging from your complexion, you have at most seven days left to live."

Go back now to prepare for your funeral; perhaps you can still leave a few last words.

Ye Tian paused, his tone completely calm, yet it made Zhou Zhiming's entire body of fat tremble involuntarily.

"What...what did you say? You dare to curse me? You're so vicious!"

Miss Lin, did you hear that? This is just a charlatan spouting nonsense, a complete madman!

Zhou Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then his face turned a deep purplish-red, filled with shame and anger, and his finger trembled as he pointed at Ye Tian.

Lin Wanqing also recovered from her shock, her eyes growing even colder: "Ye Tian, ​​you actually cursed the management staff, I think you're really seriously ill."

"Seal it off! Seize this clinic immediately!"

Zhou Zhiming was so angry that he was trembling all over. He took out his phone to call for help.

"I'll have someone come over right now to thoroughly inspect every medicine and every corner!"

I suspect there are serious safety hazards and irregularities here!

And I'm going to arrest you, you lunatic, and take you to the police station!

Sun Yongqiang was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Director Zhou, please don't call the police. Let's talk this out. He was just joking with you."

Sun Yongqiang, who was about to stop him, was silenced by Zhou Zhiming's fierce glare.

Ye Tian stood still, without moving an inch, his eyes showing no fluctuation. He simply looked at the furious Zhou Zhiming as if he were looking at a dead man.

His eyes could not be wrong; if Zhou Zhiming did not receive prompt treatment, he would surely die in seven days.

Amidst the chaos inside the clinic, with Zhou Zhiming shouting, Lin Wanqing watching coldly, and Sun Yongqiang extremely anxious...

"Doctor! Doctor, help!"

A heart-wrenching, desperate cry shattered the stillness in the clinic!

The clinic door was kicked open again, and a simply dressed rural woman with tears streaming down her face rushed in like a madwoman.

She was holding a boy of about five or six years old tightly in her arms. The child was convulsing violently, his face was bluish-purple, he was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were rolling upwards, and he was making strange "hoarse" sounds in his throat. His condition looked extremely critical!

"My child! My child has had a seizure! Please save him!" The woman was about to kneel down with a thud.

This sudden turn of events left everyone in the clinic frozen in shock.

Zhou Zhiming was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, his face pale, and his hands moved in a blur:

"Don't come any closer! This is an emergency, a small clinic can't handle it! Call 120 immediately, who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"

His immediate instinct was to distance himself from the situation, especially after seeing the child's horrible appearance.

Lin Wanqing frowned, still shaken. She wanted to help, but the child's condition was too serious.

It could be a febrile seizure, or it could be a more serious intracranial problem; small clinics simply don't have the resources to handle it.

After a moment of surprise, Sun Yongqiang immediately went forward to check.

But Ye Tian had already rushed there immediately.

He took a step forward, and his figure quickly passed over the retreating Zhou Zhiming and the still-shaken Lin Wanqing.

Like a lone hero going against the current, he stood firmly in front of the rural women who rushed in.

Give me the child.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange calming power that instantly drowned out the cries of the rural woman.

The rural woman, as if grasping at a straw, handed over the convulsing child without hesitation.

Ye Tian steadily took the hot little body in his hands.

The child was convulsing violently, his jaw was clenched, and foam kept spilling from his mouth; the situation was very serious.

Ye Tian acted swiftly, supporting the child's neck with his left hand and bringing his right index and middle fingers together. Though there was no visible movement at the fingertips, a subtle, almost imperceptible warmth emanated from them.

That is a phenomenon caused by the highly condensed and activated true energy of the Xuan Tian Yin Yang True Scripture.

His fingertips moved with lightning speed, striking several acupoints on the child, including the philtrum, Hegu, and Taichong.

"Stop, Ye Tian, ​​what do you think you're doing?"

Zhou Zhiming suddenly realized what was happening and screamed.

His eyes were filled with fear. He quickly pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling, and turned on the video recording function, pointing the camera intently at Ye Tian and the convulsing child.

His camera was trembling violently, but the focus was fixed on the moment when Ye Tian's fingertips touched the child's skin.

Zhou Zhiming's heart was pounding not out of worry, but from a kind of morbid excitement.

All you need is to record this irrefutable evidence of "death caused by illegal medical practice"!

This conman will never be able to turn his life around.

Sun Yongqiang wrung his hands anxiously: "Brother Ye, this child is probably poisoned!"

We need to get him to a major hospital right away, or it will be too late.

Before Sun Yongqiang could finish speaking, Ye Tian had already made his move.

"It's too late to send it now!"

Ye Tian waved his hand, and the box of silver needles was in his hand the next second.

He ran his fingers along the edge of the needle box, and a dozen silver needles seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, leaping up and firmly nestled between his five fingers.

"Hiss!" Zhou Zhiming gasped, and the camera shook.

Ye Tian's gaze remained focused and calm, ignoring Zhou Zhiming's phone that was practically shoved into his face.

His entire focus was on the small, lifeless body before him.

The boy's pupils were slightly dilated and he barely reacted to light. The white foam oozing from his mouth and nose carried a strong, fishy stench.

The deadly poison has already entered the heart meridian; the next moment it will invade the bone marrow.