Chapter 129: A Lesson

Good heavens, Doctor Liao was usually the one interrogating others, not the one being questioned.

This was an utter loss of face.

Worse, he had botched the treatment, which meant he would definitely have to refund the fee he'd received.

In short, he hadn't earned a single thing.

The thought almost made Doctor Liao want to cough up blood.

With Liu Yifang still unconscious, he was a heinous sinner until the moment she woke up.

"It wasn't successful."

Mu Lin looked at Liu Yiming. "I told you not to use it. Did you listen?"

Like a schoolboy who had done something wrong, Liu Yiming said, "I'm sorry."

Good heavens! He was the former Patriarch of a Martial Arts Family. In terms of the Martial Dao, his cultivation was enough to steamroll all of Anhua City.

But in front of Mu Lin, he had to tuck his tail between his legs and behave.

Mu Lin had effortlessly beaten Chen Zhengyang—a man the Yang Family revered like a treasure—into a complete idiot. If he offended Mu Lin, he could be the next one to get beaten into an idiot.

"So now you remember to come looking for me? What were you doing before?" Mu Lin's voice was as cocky as ever, as if he feared nothing.

"Please, Mr. Mu, save my granddaughter!" Liu Yiming pleaded.

Mu Lin tilted his head. "No, you don't."

'What the hell? I'm desperate for you to save her!'

"Mr. Mu, what do you mean? I sincerely want you to help save Yifang. My heart is true in this."

Mu Lin looked at Liu Yiming. "I stated one condition. Do you remember?"

Liu Yiming frowned. "No, Mr. Mu, you never gave any conditions. Whatever you want, the Liu Family will do its utmost to provide!"

Mu Lin stood up, looking as if he were about to walk out. "See? You just don't want to save your granddaughter. I already told you the condition, but since you can't meet it, you can't blame me!"

Zhao Ling'Er suddenly remembered. 'Isn't the thing Mu Lin is holding a grudge over the Liu Family's disrespect toward Grandpa?'

"Brother Mu, why are you still fixated on that? Didn't Grandpa already tell you it was fine?"

Mu Lin said, "That's different. Divine Doctor Zhao is magnanimous, but that doesn't mean the Liu Family can get away with not showing the proper respect. Otherwise, what's the point of having rules?"

Liu Yiming also had a sudden realization and kicked his son's rear.

"Look at your usual lawless behavior and the kind of people you've been leading! You've almost gotten your own daughter killed! Kneel!"

Liu Qizhou instantly understood and hurriedly dropped to his knees with a THUD. At that moment, forget kneeling to apologize—he would have downed a bowl of shit without a second thought if asked.

"Divine Doctor Zhao, my subordinates were disrespectful to you! I am so sorry! On behalf of the Liu Family, I apologize!"

As he spoke, he began kowtowing, his head hitting the floor without pause.

THUD!

The heavy, muffled sound made even Mu Lin's head ache.

Divine Doctor Zhao quickly pulled Liu Qizhou up and even used a silver needle to reduce the swelling on his forehead.

'This farce should be over now, right? If not, I'll have to step in and give Mu Lin a stern talking-to.'

'Don't push your luck!'

Mu Lin nodded in satisfaction. He stood up, and with a light flick of his hand, a dozen or so silver needles appeared at his fingertips.

Zhao Ling'Er cried out anxiously, "Wait!"

Mu Lin turned to look at her, confused. "Miss Ling'Er, why?"

"Are you going to insert the needles through her clothes? Miss Liu is a woman, after all. Can't you give her a little privacy?"

Mu Lin came to a sudden realization. Divine Doctor Zhao understood as well and quickly told Liu Yiming to carry Liu Yifang into the operating room.

After putting his granddaughter down, Liu Yiming turned and left, giving them a completely private space for the treatment.

Inside the operating room were only Mu Lin and Zhao Ling'Er, who was assisting.

Mu Lin turned and went back out, saying to Divine Doctor Zhao, "Elder Zhao, you should come in too."

'Divine Doctor Zhao never expected Mu Lin would actually invite him. It seems being nice to him paid off after all.'

'Even a stubborn rock will one day blossom if you hold it in your arms long enough!'

Seeing the three of them go inside, the Liu father and son, along with Doctor Liao, began an anxious wait.

Liu Qizhou frowned. "Dad, is it really okay to entrust Fangfang to such a young man?"

"What if—" Before Liu Qizhou could finish, Liu Yiming slapped him upside the head.

"Shut up! Does that damn mouth of yours want to get your daughter killed?"

"You are the Patriarch of the Liu Family, its public face. The way you treat people is how everyone in the Liu Family will treat people."

"The Liu Family may be keeping a low profile now, but we still have to interact with others. Who knows when we might provoke someone we can't afford to offend?"

"With people—anyone, even a beggar—you must not act arrogantly. Otherwise, you will be taught a lesson!"

Liu Qizhou's expression changed several times.

"Yes, I understand!"

"You really understand? When we get back, you'll go to the mountains and reflect in front of a rock wall for half a month. If you make the same mistake again, it'll be a month. Again, two months. There's no upper limit!"

'Good grief,' Liu Qizhou thought. 'If this keeps up, my position as Patriarch will be in name only.'

'I'd better get my temper under control within half a month. Otherwise, I'll be spending the rest of my days with a big rock for company.'

After lecturing his disastrous son, the fire in Liu Yiming's heart had yet to cool.

He only prayed for one thing: that his granddaughter would be safe. Even if she were bedridden for the rest of her life, the Liu Family would care for her forever.

Meanwhile, in the operating room, the atmosphere was even more solemn.

Mu Lin and Divine Doctor Zhao stood with their backs to the operating table, waiting for Zhao Ling'Er to remove Liu Yifang's outer clothes, leaving only her undergarments.

"You can turn around now!"

Mu Lin turned around and looked. With her clothes on, it hadn't been obvious, but the sight now was truly shocking.

Half of her body was completely black, devoid of any beauty.

Liu Yifang had been a great beauty, but seeing her lying there now—even with her full bosom—stirred not a single trace of desire in Mu Lin.

Mu Lin took five needles in his left hand and separated one with his right.

"Elder Zhao, you've been too good to me. I have no way to repay you, so I'll teach you something. I hope you can use it to bring more blessings to the common people."

Divine Doctor Zhao was surprised to hear Mu Lin speak so formally. "What are you trying to say? This sounds strange coming from you."

"What I'm about to perform is the Five-Heart Rejuvenation Needle. It can seize fortune from creation itself and reverse life and death. As long as the condition isn't too severe, it can bring anyone back."

"And now, I'll teach it to you!"

The name sounded familiar to Divine Doctor Zhao. After a moment of thought, he remembered where he had heard it.

"Isn't that Old Zhang's ultimate technique from the City Hospital? The last time we were drinking, he was bragging about how amazing it was. Turns out it's just some common junk?"

Mu Lin's expression turned serious. "Would I teach you common junk? Zhang Chunlei's acupuncture technique is only a fragment. It has some effect, but it's not a complete system or a proper method. Its life-saving efficacy is a million miles away from the real thing."

"You should be secretly celebrating."

Divine Doctor Zhao was incredibly excited. As a doctor, how could he not understand the value of such an acupuncture technique?

Patients he previously didn't dare to take, patients he couldn't cure in the past—now there was a chance he could heal them.

He had a long list of such patients in his contacts, at least a hundred of them.

Mu Lin inserted the needles one by one, explaining the key points of each needle's placement and the associated technique in meticulous detail.

Divine Doctor Zhao listened intently. After a while, he felt like he was starting to get the hang of it.

"I'll teach you this much for now. You can digest it first. A life is on the line, so I'll save her first and we can talk later!"

'So you do remember you're here to save someone,' Divine Doctor Zhao thought. 'Anyone who didn't know better would think Liu Yifang was already dead and you were teaching an anatomy class.'

Mu Lin made a grasping motion in the air, and dozens of silver needles flew into his palm as if summoned.

Then, with a nimble flick of his wrist, the silver needles plunged into Liu Yifang's skin as straight as rice seedlings being planted.

After that, Mu Lin's hands danced, waving like a conductor leading an orchestra.

Divine Doctor Zhao's eyes were practically glued to the sight.

What kind of miraculous technique was this!

'This technique must require a massive amount of True Qi to support it. I'll definitely never be able to learn it,' he thought. It was also clear that Mu Lin's power had reached an unbelievable level.

After a while, Mu Lin asked Zhao Ling'Er for a small knife and made an inch-long cut in the palm of Liu Yifang's hand.

Zhao Ling'Er quickly held a stainless steel basin underneath.

Black blood dripped down, thick and viscous, falling into the water-filled basin without dispersing.

It was as viscous as crude oil.

Mu Lin placed a few more silver needles on her arm, and the flow of black blood began to quicken.

"There. Once all this black blood is drained, she should be fine."

Mu Lin said faintly, twisting his neck.

'That was exhausting.'

Mu Lin stretched, and suddenly he heard a young woman's surprised cry.

"Ah! I can feel my legs!"