A burst of Northern Spiritual Energy entered Wan Hu's meridians. His eyes monitored his own Spiritual Power as it traveled throughout Wan Hu's body, quickly diagnosing Wan Hu's condition.

"Wanlong, honestly! It's clear that this man is a fraud. I'm sure once he finishes checking the pulse, he will spout nonsense and then claim that Wan Hu's condition is too severe to treat. By then, we will have wasted five hundred thousand for nothing. How could you have been so impulsive to transfer the money? Look at us now, we've lost it," Zheng Tingting quietly said to Su Wanlong as if she had seen through everything.

Su Wanlong replied somewhat angrily, "What do you know? Whether the Divine Doctor is real or not, as long as there is a chance, I must cure Wan Hu."

Although the two spoke in very low voices, Ling Zhenfei heard them clearly. He felt moved by Su Wanlong's trust.

"His illness was caused by a blunt object hitting the back of his head, resulting in multiple neural damages in the brain—it's very serious."

"See? What did I tell you? I knew he was going to say it's incurable," Chang Hui said with a cold laugh.

Su Wanlong asked Ling Zhenfei, somewhat disappointed, "Divine Doctor, is it really incurable?"

Ling Zhenfei laughed, "I only said that the condition is very serious. When did I ever say it was incurable?"

Upon hearing this, Su Wanlong and the others were all stunned, even the servants nearby were surprised.

"Are you saying that it can still be cured?" Su Wanlong asked with disbelief.

"That's right, it can still be treated," Ling Zhenfei affirmed.

"Hey, you're not thinking of scamming money, are you? That fifty thousand wasn't enough for you?" Chang Hui's face was filled with anger; she did not believe that anyone could cure a vegetative state.

"No need for money. To me, this illness is nothing," Ling Zhenfei didn't want to indulge Chang Hui. He intended to firmly slap her in the face metaphorically—not convinced that he was a con artist, then he would cure Wan Hu and show them.

"What, sir? Are you telling the truth? Is it really that simple?" Su Wanlong was shocked. How could it sound so easy to cure a vegetative person when Ling Zhenfei spoke of it?

"That's right, it's that simple."

"Wanlong, don't believe him. I think he definitely has some scheme in mind. In the end, not only might he fail to cure the patient, but he might also swindle a lot of money from us," Chang Hui warned from the side.

"Lady Su, what do you mean by this? Must you dispute everything I say? Have I offended you in any way?" Ling Zhenfei was truly getting fed up.

"You haven't offended me, but I absolutely despise swindlers like you who hype themselves up on the internet," Chang Hui rebuked sharply.

"If I can cure Wan Hu's illness, what would you say to that?" Ling Zhenfei glared at Chang Hui and asked.

Chang Hui laughed sarcastically, "It's simply impossible. But if you truly can cure Wan Hu, I'm willing to kneel before you in public and apologize with a kowtow."

"Good, these are your words, don't forget what you've said."

At this moment, Su Wanlong punched the wall beside him and cursed at Chang Hui, "Is this ever going to end, or do you think I don't exist? Get lost now."

Su Wanlong's outburst left Chang Hui dumbfounded. "You'll regret not listening to me," she said, before leaving with a twist of her waist.

"Sir, my wife at home doesn't know any better. Please don't blame her. When will you treat my brother's illness?"

"There's no need to pick a date, I'll treat him today. Once today and once tomorrow morning. I'll be taking the train back to Binyang in the afternoon. I hope these two treatments will cure his illness."

Ling Zhenfei didn't say much but took out his Silver Needle. This time, he used the batch imbued with Northern Spiritual Energy; Su Wanhu's meridians were severely damaged and needed the energy from the Silver Needle to be revitalized.

Seeing Ling Zhenfei preparing to treat him, Su Wanlong sent all the servants away, leaving only himself to sit at the doorway and watch closely.

Ling Zhenfei held the Silver Needle in his hand and used the Perspective Eye to look for the damaged parts of Su Wanhu's meridians, slowly inserting the needles only after finding the exact locations.

Although the needle insertion was slow, each one carried his own Spiritual Power, which stayed focused and began to spread once inside Su Wanhu's body, wrapping around his meridians and nourishing the damaged ones with his Spiritual Power.

Being hit by a blunt object, it wasn't just the meridians that were damaged. The brain had too many intricacies that couldn't be easily explained, but Ling Zhenfei knew this method could heal, and that it was possible to cure as long as each meridian was restored.

Before long, Su Wanhu's head was filled with Silver Needles. If a master were to observe, they would see his head covered by Northern Spiritual Energy. Ling Zhenfei gently twisted the needles with his hand, while infusing his own Spiritual Power and kept observing the meridians' reactions through the Perspective Eye.

After an uncertain amount of time, Ling Zhenfei finally stopped, and Su Wanlong, who had been waiting, quickly approached.

"How is it, Divine Doctor?"

Ling Zhenfei stood up to stretch, "Very good, extremely stable. Although he still can't move right now, it's clearly different from before. I know you must be very close to your brother. Spend more time with him, talk about the past, this will benefit his condition. I'll come to treat him again tomorrow morning."

"Thank you so much, Doctor. I really appreciate it."

By then, it was getting late, and the sky dimmed. Su Wanlong wanted to keep Ling Zhenfei for dinner, but Ling Zhenfei decided to return to the Zheng Family, believing that Zheng Tingting and Zheng Yuhai must be anxious about his long absence.

The Su Family's car took Ling Zhenfei back to the Zheng Family. Zheng Yuhai had instructed people to wait at the door, and upon hearing of Ling Zhenfei's approaching arrival, Zheng Tingting and Zheng Yuhai hurriedly greeted him.

After a brief inquiry, Ling Zhenfei was led into the living room; it was clear they had been waiting for him, as the dinner was already laid out on the table. Ling Zhenfei sat next to Zheng Yuhai, both men drinking and conversing.

"Today's events truly scared me, but it wasn't until Tingting told me you went to the Su Family that my heart finally settled," said Zheng Yuhai, sipping his wine.

"You know about the Su Family?"

Zheng Yuhai nodded. "I don't have close connections, but I know of Su Wanlong's reputation. He can certainly be called an eccentric, but an eccentric with reason. He used to be quite renowned in the Provincial City, extremely respectful to others, but if someone crossed him, they were doomed, he never let things go easily, which made him quite formidable."

"I too think that Su Wanlong is quite decent. Initially, I didn't want to get involved with the underworld, but Su Wanlong was so courteous that I felt embarrassed to refuse. Otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have agreed to treat him."

After having another drink, Zheng Yuhai asked, "Su Wanlong called you to treat his brother's illness, right?"

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