Not saying this would have been better; it directly infuriated Zhao Anran so much that he snatched the bowl of medicine right out of Li Qubing's hand and gulped it all down in one go.
Zhao Anran's action left an enraged Li Qubing with a face full of gratification and deep emotion!
This was the greatest possible trust from the richest man in Haizhou!
"I drank it, so what?!"
With a dark expression and using all his remaining strength, Zhao Anran violently smashed the bowl onto the floor, shattering it into countless pieces.
Li Qubing stood hunched over beside the hospital bed, a smug smile curling the corners of his mouth.
Yet, the anger on his face had not faded as he said viciously, "If Richest Man Zhao turns out to be fine, you disabled nobody won't be leaving here today."
"You cursed the richest man to die, and you insulted me—for these two offenses alone, you must give us a reasonable explanation!"
Upon seeing this spectacle, Sun Wanxing felt his heart skip a beat with terror!
"Mr. Lin, what... what should we do?!"
He wasn't worried about Lin Pingfan.
Rather, since Lin Pingfan had said this medicine must not be drunk, then it absolutely must not be drunk!
Lin Pingfan smiled without a word, raised his hand, and made an OK gesture toward Zhao Anran and Li Qubing.
With a gloomy expression, Zhao Anran said viciously, "Since it's OK, then give me a satisfying explanation."
"Otherwise, you'd better get yourself a coffin!"
As his voice fell, a commotion echoed from outside the ward.
Several brawny bodyguards had already blocked the doorway of the ward, each wearing a ferocious expression as they glared at him!
"Three!"
Without the slightest bit of fear toward those ferocious bodyguards, Lin Pingfan curved the corners of his lips into a smile and calmly uttered a single number!
Huh?!
Three?!
The few of them froze simultaneously, failing to understand why Lin Pingfan had suddenly said that number.
"Mr. Lin, are you saying the Richest Man Zhao has only three months left?!"
"Or three days?!"
Sun Wanxing asked, a blank look of confusion on his face.
Yet in the very next second, the middle finger of the OK gesture retracted!
"Two!"
It wasn't three months, nor was it three days!
It was three counts!
"What the fuck, it's a damn countdown!"
This drove Zhao Anran so furious that his face turned pitch black, and he roared in rage on the spot!
"You still dare to curse me? Drag this disabled bastard outside and break both his arms!"
At Zhao Anran's command, the bodyguards outside the door rushed straight in!
"One!"
Before the bodyguards could make a move, Lin Pingfan retracted his final, smallest finger.
Zhao Anran, who had still been wearing a furious expression a moment ago, suddenly changed countenance as his pupils widened abruptly.
With a muffled *blech* sound—
A mouthful of black blood spewed from his mouth!
Zhao Anran's vision went black, and a wave of intense suffocation gripped his heart.
Immediately afterward, his body tilted backward, his eyes rolled up, and he began to shake violently.
"Richest Man Zhao!"
This scene scared Li Qubing completely out of his wits!
If he actually killed Zhao Anran through medical malpractice, let alone having no way to survive in the traditional medicine circle, he would probably have to be buried along with Zhao Anran!
His aged face trembled with fright. In a panic, he hurriedly pressed his fingers against Zhao Anran's pulse.
The pulse was limp and weak, barely perceptible.
"It's over, it's over!"
At his wits' end, he panicked and pulled a small ceramic bottle from his bosom, pouring out a few light-yellow pills, preparing to make Zhao Anran take them.
"I said it before, what he has is not a heart disease. If you want to kill him faster, go ahead and keep feeding him medicine."
Lin Pingfan's indifferent voice rang out once more.
Li Qubing's trembling hand jerked, and several pills slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor.
Lin Pingfan turned his wheelchair, flicked his wrist, and several silver needles instantly appeared between his fingers.
Pulling open the collar of Zhao Anran's shirt, he prepared to perform traditional acupuncture.
"Brat! What are you trying to do? You're courting death!"
"You don't even know the first thing about medicine, yet you dare to blindly apply needles to the Richest Man Zhao!"
"If anything happens to the Richest Man Zhao, can you afford to bear the responsibility?!"
Seeing that Lin Pingfan was about to needle the patient, anger broke through Li Qubing's panicked expression!
Lin Pingfan cast a cold glance at Li Qubing. "Can you save him right now?!"
It was a very flat sentence, yet it made Li Qubing's gaze freeze and his entire body stiffen!
The pulse of the richest man was already soft and weak, showing signs of fading at any moment.
Even if he possessed the skill to bring the dead back to life, he had no way of pulling him back now...
Li Qubing completely collapsed, his aged face appearing even more haggard at that moment, yet he still glared furiously at Lin Pingfan. "Even I couldn't save the Richest Man Zhao. Do you really expect a yellow-haired brat who knows nothing about medicine to be able to save him?!"
"I can."
Lin Pingfan gave a very definitive answer. "If I cannot save the Richest Man Zhao, I will bear all the responsibility entirely by myself. It has nothing to do with you."
Hearing Lin Pingfan take all the responsibility upon himself, Li Qubing's eyes couldn't help but light up!
How could he possibly refuse when someone was stepping in to take the fall for him?
"Fine, you said it yourself! Everyone present will serve as witness!"
The speed at which Li Qubing shifted the blame caught Lin Pingfan somewhat off guard and displeased him, so he spoke up: "And what if I do save the Richest Man Zhao?!"
Li Qubing let out a cold snort. "Hmph, as if that's possible!"
"Even when I step in, it's useless; it's simply impossible for a yellow-haired brat like you!"
"I'm not someone who goes back on his word either. If you can cure the Richest Man Zhao, I will kneel down on the spot and take you as my master!"
Believing that there was simply no way Lin Pingfan could save Zhao Anran, Li Qubing couldn't help but mock him.
Such sarcastic remarks were meaningless, and the wager itself sounded utterly worthless.
Ignoring Li Qubing further, Lin Pingfan pinched a needle in his right hand, moving with lightning speed.
*Swish!*
He drove the silver needle straight into the Taiyi acupoint on Zhao Anran's chest.
The moment this needle went in, a trace of black blood slowly oozed out from around the tip of the needle.
The silver needle instantly turned somewhat dark and murky.
Immediately afterward, a second silver needle was thrust into the Shanzhong acupoint.
With hands rising and falling, he deployed the third, fourth, fifth...
Until the thirteenth silver needle pierced the Shenfeng acupoint!
The thirteen silver needles hovered vaguely over Zhao Anran's chest, forming a bizarre and breathtaking pattern.
With every single needle piercing an acupoint, a column of black blood would ooze out around the tip, staining the silver needles black.
As the final needle was driven into Zhao Anran—whose face was veiled in a layer of dark mist—he coughed up another mouthful of black blood.
Anticipating this, Lin Pingfan had prepared a towel and caught it beforehand.
"This, this, this..."
"This is the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles!"
"It's actually the legendary Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles, capable of bringing the dead back to life and putting flesh back on bones!"
"How can this be? Weren't the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles long lost?!"
Standing aside, Li Qubing was filled with utter shock as he recognized the extraordinary nature of Lin Pingfan's acupuncture technique!
In an instant, his body stiffened as he stared in disbelief at the arrangement of silver needles on Zhao Anran's chest!
The bystanders who had been watching all along were even more astounded upon seeing the expression of shock on the face of the divine doctor Li.
They didn't know what the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles were.
Yet an acupuncture technique that could terrify a divine doctor of Yanxia to this degree was definitely extraordinary.
This live-in son-in-law, whom everyone dismissed as a good-for-nothing, actually possessed such incredible skill!
A few minutes later, Zhao Anran's rolling eyes gradually returned to normal as he greedily gasped for air.
His eyes remained somewhat vacant, lingering with a sense of dread as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
As time ticked by, the ward fell into a brief silence of shock, and the group of bodyguards who had been poised to strike quietly retreated outside the ward.
*Thud!*
Suddenly, a dull sound echoed through the ward!
To everyone's astonishment, Li Qubing actually dropped to his knees on the ground!
Without another word, he banged his head against the floor three times in front of Lin Pingfan!
"Master is skilled in the medical arts. Please accept this disciple's bow!"