Two people were trying to resuscitate the elderly man urgently, but no matter what method they used, the elderly man remained motionless. One of them checked his breathing and found that the elderly man had stopped breathing.

He felt for a pulse and found none, then looked into the elderly man's eyes before standing up helplessly.

"I'm really sorry, we did our best, but the elderly man has passed away."

Aside from the young man present earlier, there was also a girl of similar age among the elderly man's relatives. At that moment, the girl had already been crying heavily. When she heard the doctor's declaration that the elderly man was beyond help, her cries intensified, and the young man also began to cry.

The onlookers, upon hearing that the man had died, lost interest in watching any further. The surrounding passengers also showed looks of disdain; regardless of any other considerations, being with a dead person made everyone feel uncomfortable.

Ling Zhenfei made his way through the crowd and grasped the elderly man's wrist to check his pulse. He transferred a stream of his "Inner Strength" into the elderly man's pulse. The pulse, which previously showed no response, suddenly showed a slight reaction.

"The elderly man isn't dead yet, perhaps he can still be saved."

Ling Zhenfei's words were like a bolt from the blue, drawing everyone's attention to him, even the crying young man stopped his tears.

"Is that true, elder brother? Are you a doctor? Please save my grandfather. If you can save him, we will definitely reward the doctor generously!"

The girl also looked at Ling Zhenfei with pleading eyes, seeing him as a last straw, the last glimmer of hope.

"Young man, what nonsense are you spouting? The elderly gentleman is clearly gone. I am a chief physician at a top-tier hospital. Could I possibly misdiagnose whether a person is dead or alive?"

Among those who had attempted resuscitation, someone loudly questioned Ling Zhenfei. Indeed, being only in his twenties, Ling Zhenfei had merely touched the man's pulse and then dared to claim that the elderly man could be saved, which was somewhat unbelievable to the spectators.

"Young man, are you here to swindle money? Even scamming money from a dead person, are you still human!"

Facing the skepticism of the surrounding people, Ling Zhenfei said nothing. He had seen too much doubt like this before. Besides, he wasn't saving lives for money; justice resides in the hearts of people.

"Elder brother, please save my grandfather, I beg you."

At that point, the girl began to implore Ling Zhenfei. It wasn't that Ling Zhenfei didn't want to save people, but he needed his "Silver Needle" which he hadn't brought. To treat the old man and awaken him, the silver needle was required.

"Young man, are you scared now? If you can't treat him, stop pretending. You claim to be capable, then prove your skills by healing the elderly. If the old man can be saved, I'll kneel on the ground and call you grandpa."

"If he can bring a dead man back to life, I'll kneel on the ground and bark like a dog."

The onlookers began to mock Ling Zhenfei, all eager to see how he would embarrass himself.

"It's like this, I have no problem saving the old man, but it might be somewhat disrespectful to him. I hope you can accept it if I use any method to save him."

The girl looked at the boy, who clearly was the decision-maker at the critical moment, signaling that his opinion was crucial.

"Elder brother, since my grandfather is already in this condition, as long as you can save him, we won't blame you for any methods used. Even if you can't bring him back, it would mean you have tried your best."

This boy clearly had excellent upbringing. His words made Ling Zhenfei feel very comfortable, further cementing his determination to save the elderly man.

"I'm sorry for the offense!"

After saying he was sorry for the offense, Ling Zhenfei looked around. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. The device, "Silver Needle," is not something people usually carry with them, and even if they could carry it, they would likely have to check it in while boarding a train. Therefore, he had to find something else to use as a substitute.

Behind him, a little boy was eating candied hawthorn. After eating half of it, he lost interest and carelessly stuck it in a corner of the train window. Ling Zhenfei walked over, grabbed the candied hawthorn, pulled out the bamboo skewer, and returned to the old man's side.

"Kid, what do you think you are doing? Are you planning to stab the old man with that bamboo skewer? Have you lost your mind?"

Someone saw what Ling Zhenfei intended to do and shouted out loud.

"There are no Silver Needles on the train, so I have to use this bamboo skewer!"

Ling Zhenfei held the bamboo skewer, which was about the same length as a Silver Needle but much thicker, the difference was significant.

"Are you kidding me? That's made of wood. Are you saying it could cure the old man? A wooden bamboo skewer couldn't possibly penetrate an acupoint, you'd only harm the old man's body. Stop right now!"

The doctor from the top-tier hospital looked at Ling Zhenfei with disdain. Using a bamboo skewer as a Silver Needle was an utterly insane idea,

but Ling Zhenfei didn't think too much about it. He opened the old man's shirt to reveal his chest, grasped the bamboo skewer with both hands, and swiftly inserted it into the old man's chest as fast as lightning, so fast that no one could see how the skewer had penetrated the old man's body.

Ordinary people indeed could not insert a bamboo skewer into a person's body, but in Ling Zhenfei's hands, it was simple. He just had to channel a trace of his "Inner Strength" into the skewer, turning it as hard as a Silver Needle.

As the bamboo skewer entered the old man's acupoint, dark blood seeped out, yet the old man showed no reaction.

"Kid, this is simply reckless! With that bamboo skewer driven in, even if the old man wasn't dead before, you might have killed him now. It's nothing less than robbery and murder."

People around began criticizing Ling Zhenfei, but he remained unfazed, controlling the bamboo skewer and slowly turning it. Everyone watched the skewer's motions intently, afraid they might miss something.

The boy and girl held their breath at this moment, afraid that their grandfather couldn't be saved because of them.

Ling Zhenfei rotated the skewer about a dozen times, then suddenly pulled it out with force.

Pu!

As the bamboo skewer sprayed out a stream of black blood, the old man then let out a faint cry of pain.

The crowd was astounded. The entire train car erupted, as no one expected the old man who had just been declared dead to be alive again, especially in such a miraculous manner, saved by the bamboo skewer from a piece of candied hawthorn.

The train's paramedic quickly bandaged the wound on the old man's chest, and for some unknown reason, despite the deep penetration of the skewer, there was not much blood flow—and whatever bled was dark, dirty blood.

The old man also opened his eyes. Although he had walked close to the Ghost Gate, he seemed to be quite alert.

The people who had been sarcastic towards Ling Zhenfei had already fled in embarrassment. All their mockery about "acting like dogs" had turned into empty words. The most shamed was the lead doctor from the top-tier hospital; it was he who had declared the old man dead, and his misjudgment had nearly caused a man to die right before him.

Luckily, the train was also reaching its stop. People grabbed their belongings and rushed to the doors; as soon as the train stopped, they hurriedly disembarked, unable to bear the shame of staying onboard any longer.

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