Divorce Only Makes a Son-in-Law Stronger-Chapter 130. Who exactly is this person?
At this moment, the atmosphere inside the second-floor resting room was heavy.
Nie Feng and the several stretcher-bearing guards stood to one side, their eyes glued to Lin Fan’s every move. Despite having traveled far and wide on national assignments over the years and considering himself well-versed, he had never heard of a doctor needing to stick himself with a needle to save a patient.
He watched as Lin Fan unbuttoned the collar of his white shirt, revealing a strange lotus-shaped mark over his heart.
SHINK!
Without a shred of hesitation, he fiercely plunged the silver needle into the center of the mark.
In an instant, a frigid gust of wind seemed to sweep through the room. A terrifyingly vast and formless pressure erupted from within Lin Fan’s body, instantly enveloping everyone present.
Nie Feng’s face contorted in alarm. He and the guards stumbled back in unison, unable to stop themselves.
"Lin Fan, what in the world are you doing!" he shouted in a low, furious voice. It felt as if a massive stone was crushing his chest, leaving him breathless. He was so shocked and enraged that his hand subconsciously drifted to the pistol holstered at his waist.
If this bizarre young man dared to harm the old emperor of Sha Country, Nie Feng would put him down without mercy. Sensing that something was terribly wrong, the other guards drew their pistols and aimed them squarely at Lin Fan.
"I’m saving a life," Lin Fan said, his brow furrowed as a flash of pain crossed his eyes. Even after taking the White Dragon Grass to further suppress the Seven-Core Deadly Lotus, using a silver needle to draw out its poison still made his vital energy and blood surge, leaving him quite uncomfortable.
SHINK!
Before Nie Feng and his men could react, Lin Fan abruptly withdrew the silver needle, now wreathed in a black aura, and plunged it deep into the old man’s chest.
At once, a shrill, insect-like screech echoed from within the old man’s body. A small lump protruded sharply from the skin over his heart before he convulsed violently, his eyes shut tight as he collapsed back onto the stretcher.
"This... this... Lin Fan, if anything happens to him, not even your death would be a sufficient apology!" Nie Feng’s lips trembled as he fought to suppress his shock, his face grim with rage. The guards were completely dumbstruck, their minds gone blank.
"It’s done. Take him back," Lin Fan announced, rising to his feet. He had checked the old man’s pulse, and after a moment of concentration, he nodded in satisfaction. "He should wake up in a few hours." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
The Seven-Core Deadly Lotus truly lives up to its name as the world’s most peculiar poison. Using poison to fight poison has never failed.
What? Just one needle, and it’s done? But the man looks as lifeless as before, with no sign of recovery! The guards exchanged skeptical glances, their faces etched with disbelief.
Nie Feng looked as if he had seen a ghost, his teeth grinding with an audible click. "And what if he doesn’t wake up?"
"Then why don’t you give it a try?" Lin Fan shot back, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve as he put away the silver needle. "If you don’t trust me, you can call the Prince of Sha Country right now and hear his opinion."
"...Fine. Don’t you go anywhere," Nie Feng said, his expression flickering with uncertainty. He pulled out his phone and walked to a corner.
A moment later, his entire body trembled. He turned to stare at Lin Fan in utter disbelief, then slowly lowered his phone and walked back.
"What is your relationship with the Prince? Why does he trust you so much?" Nie Feng couldn’t help but ask directly.
On the phone, the Prince had started cheering the moment he heard Lin Fan was handling the treatment and had confirmed its success. That alone was proof of his absolute faith in Lin Fan. He had even blurted out something like, "Brother-in-law is the best!"
Could this seemingly ordinary guy have actually won over the Princess of Sha Country? The preposterous thought nearly made Nie Feng bite his tongue in shock.
"It’s nothing special. We’re friends, I guess," Lin Fan replied with a shake of his head, unwilling to say more.
"...Then why does he call you brother-in-law?" Nie Feng pressed, unable to contain his curiosity. The nearby guards perked up their ears, their eyes wide.
"Do you have too much time on your hands?" Lin Fan stiffened, his brow furrowed. "He can say what he wants. You think I can stop him?"
Why is this square-jawed military man acting like a gossiping old biddy, prying into such trivial matters?
"Remember, this is confidential! Not a single word gets out!" Nie Feng’s mouth twitched. Flustered and annoyed, he barked a low command. He turned and waved his hand, signaling the guards to carry the stretcher downstairs. Since the Prince himself had approved, Nie Feng had no choice but to follow his instructions and arrange for the old emperor to be airlifted back, regardless of his own doubts.
As the group descended the stairs and returned to the lobby, Nie Feng’s nose twitched. "What happened here? Why do I smell blood?" He noticed several janitors scrubbing the floor and spraying air freshener everywhere. In his rush to get Lin Fan to treat the emperor, and with Wen Zheyang pestering him, he hadn’t noticed anything else. Now, his suspicions were instantly piqued.
"Nothing much. Just a bunch of brats from Sakura Country who thought they could go on a killing spree with your nephew, Wen Zheyang, backing them up," Lin Fan said without turning his head, walking on with an air of casual indifference. "So, I slaughtered them all."
What?! What the hell was that?! A group of brats from Sakura Country, annihilated on the spot? And you, Lin Fan, talk about it like you just stepped on a few ants? Don’t you own a mirror? How can such cold, merciless words come from a mouth that’s supposed to be 98.6 degrees warm?!
The guards carrying the stretcher shuddered so violently they nearly dropped it. Nie Feng froze mid-step, utterly petrified.
"Do you think you’re funny, Lin Fan?" Nie Feng’s cheek twitched as he glared at him, exasperated. "This is not something to joke about!"
"If you don’t believe me, go ask Wen Zheyang... Wait, he ran off?" Lin Fan replied coolly, his gaze sweeping over the now-empty lobby. He seemed genuinely surprised.
"Damn it, you people are driving me insane! This isn’t my problem. You youngsters can sort it out yourselves!" A sinking feeling washed over Nie Feng, a flicker of shock in his eyes. He was a good judge of character and could tell that Lin Fan wasn’t bluffing. If this was true, he had to warn his family immediately. The Wen family needed to drag Wen Zheyang back for a thorough interrogation. Any murder case involving foreigners was a massive headache.
"Let’s go!" His mind was in turmoil. Gritting his teeth, Nie Feng waved for the other guards to follow and hurried away, his face clouded with worry.
"Lin Fan, Xiao Jie said you must visit Sha Country when you’re free. He wants to thank you properly!" Stubborn Su Gang scampered over to Lin Fan, beaming. After delivering his message, he quickly scurried after Nie Feng’s group.
"Was it... a success?" Yuan Youwei asked softly, walking to Lin Fan’s side after watching the group depart.
"More or less. It was the Holy Poison Sect’s handiwork, similar to what happened to Mr. Yuan Sr.," Lin Fan answered calmly, his gaze falling on the spotlessly clean floor. His conflicts with the Holy Poison Sect were growing more frequent and more intense.
Very well. One day, for the sake of the Seven-Core Deadly Lotus in his body, he would make the Holy Poison Sect pay in blood!
Just then, his phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. He frowned at the screen, which showed an unfamiliar number from Haicheng.
"Director Lin, it’s Wang Tianchuan," the dry chuckle of Mr. Wang Sr. came through the phone as soon as he answered. "Weren’t you asking about the whereabouts of that Green Phoenix Vine? I’ll tell you what I know, but in return, could you put in a word with the woodworking factory to prioritize the special medicinal boxes for our Divine Dragon Detox Powder?"
"No problem. Go ahead," Lin Fan replied faintly, a jolt running through him.
"That Green Phoenix Vine was actually bought by Huang Jiacheng. He said he was using it for feng shui. It should still be planted and growing well!"
What? It’s in the hands of the property tycoon, Huang Jiacheng?
Putting his phone away, Lin Fan turned to Yuan Youwei and Mr. Yuan Sr. "Youwei, I’ll have to trouble you and Mr. Yuan Sr. to handle the partnerships with those nine families. I need to make a trip to the Huang family."
With the friction with the Holy Poison Sect escalating, there was no telling what kind of masters they might send next. He had to find the Green Phoenix Vine and the Fire Fungus as soon as possible to further suppress the poison in his body and restore himself to his peak strength.
"Don’t worry about it. You and Youwei go. I can handle everything else," Mr. Yuan Sr. said with a smile and a wave, not prying for details.
"Thank you, Mr. Yuan Sr.," Lin Fan said without protest. He, along with Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue, immediately left and drove toward the Bay Villa District.
