Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1013 - 1011: A Swindler’s Only End Is Death!

What?!

Everyone was shocked! Dumbfounded!

All of them widened their eyes, faces full of astonishment, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief.

Bold!

Impertinent!

Chills running down their spines!

The crowd collectively gasped, slowly turning to look at Clan Leader Mo Chen.

With a sudden jolt!

Mo Chen stood up from his main seat!

No one had ever shocked Mo Chen like this before, nor had anyone ever made him stand up from his seat of authority!

On Mo Chen's face, the crowd saw an unprecedented expression.

Diwu Yun'er was the first to come to her senses, quickly moving to Lin Fan's side, tugging at his sleeve and whispering, "Are you crazy? Do you know what you're saying?"

Lin Fan replied softly, "I know."

"You know and you're still saying this?! How... how do you know?!"

Lin Fan smiled and did not answer.

"Madman!"

"A stark raving madman!"

Mo Yunsheng pointed at Lin Fan's nose, shouting angrily, his voice breaking with agitation.

He never expected Lin Fan to be so audacious!

Originally, he thought that after Mo Ningxiang and Diwu Yun'er's pleas, there was no chance of killing Lin Fan. Yet he didn't expect Lin Fan to dig his own pit and jump right in, even handing the shovel over to him.

If he didn't bury this issue, it would really be doing a disservice to Lin Fan's audacious act.

"Do you know what you're talking about?! Never seen someone as presumptuous as you, a fool who overestimates his own ability! Do you have a death wish or have you gone mad?! Do you know anything about what's happening to Aunt?! This is your first time in the Xuan Clan, and you dare to speak recklessly!"

"Someone! Drag this ignorant brat out and kill him for me!"

Mo Yunsheng, overwhelmed with emotion, waved his hand wildly, taking it upon himself to try and suppress Lin Fan.

However, no one obeyed his order.

This was, after all, the main hall, and Clan Leader Mo Chen was still present. As an underling, he did not have the authority to command.

A dead silence.

Deathly quiet.

Mo Yunsheng, although somewhat embarrassed, couldn't help but secretly rejoice, thinking that Lin Fan was about to die.

This was Mo Chen's major taboo!

Lin Fan was seeking his own death, just a Third Rank Saint Emperor's trash.

"Clan Leader, Lin Fan's reckless words about the lady deserve death." Feng Qingshui couldn't help but fan the flames.

"Father..." Mo Ningxiang trembled, speaking in a small voice.

As two people spoke up, Mo Chen's face grew darker and more somber.

Lin Fan shrugged, unconcerned.

"What... what do you know?! Who are you, really?!"

Mo Chen's voice trembled, a roar rising from deep within his throat, like a summons from Hell.

Lin Fan shrugged, with a hint of helplessness, "The situation with the Clan Leader's wife might be unfortunate, and I think I can resolve it."

What a joke!

Mo Chen was a Middle Heavenly Venerate Eighth Layer! And Lin Fan was merely a Third Rank Saint Emperor! The gap was vast, a chasm.

When it came to refining elixirs, Mo Chen could wield millions, even tens of millions, of spiritual power with just a wave of his hand, while Lin Fan had only a few hundred thousand. What right did he have to say he could resolve it?!

More importantly, how did Lin Fan know about the lady's misfortune? Could it be from Ningxiang?

Mo Chen looked at Mo Ningxiang in puzzlement, immensely confused.

"This is too suspicious!"

Mo Yunsheng suddenly roared.

"Clan Leader, I now strongly suspect that Lin Fan is being instructed by someone with malicious intent, and we must not trust him lightly! I suggest we kill him immediately!"

"Kill me, and are you prepared to let the lady lie in bed another ten years? I think you're the suspect one, with malicious intent." Lin Fan retorted sarcastically.

Mo Chen was once again shocked.

Lin Fan not only knew about the lady's illness but could even mention the ten years of bedridden misery!

Mo Yunsheng's words were not without reason; Lin Fan's actions indeed looked like those of a spy! However, Lin Fan spoke with complete confidence, openly and frankly, bearing no hint of concealment in his expression or demeanor.

Mo Chen pondered deeply, unable to decide.

"How did you..."

Before he could finish, Lin Fan already knew.

"The faint scent of medicine on you, and the same scent on Mo Ningxiang, means it can't be from just you two; it must be from a third person. Also, the black marks on your right hand wouldn't form without ten years of refining elixirs day after day. Furthermore, today, despite the significance of Feng Yexuan's death, you seemed distracted, frequently looking outside the hall, apparently waiting for someone, and your eyes kept drifting to your right hand, so I guess you were waiting for a doctor." Lin Fan spoke unhurriedly.

Everyone was astounded!

Terrified!

Lin Fan had observed so meticulously that from such unnoticed minor details, he made such a deduction; it was truly unbelievable!

The simple emerges from complexity!

Through the chaotic details, he picked out the most precise, the most accurate information.

One strike hit the mark, leaving no room for refutation.

Lin Fan guessed correctly, the lady's condition was indeed that precise information.

Mo Chen's throat moved as if he wanted to say something, but he was speechless.

He sighed deeply, "You're right, my wife is indeed ill."

After a pause, his tone intensified.

"Do you have a cure?!"

"Uncle! You absolutely cannot trust this scoundrel! Absolutely not!"

Mo Yunsheng panicked! If Lin Fan didn't die, there's no way he could remove the green hat from his head!

Mo Chen fiercely glared at Mo Yunsheng, eyes filled with iciness.

"Say one more word, and I'll expel you from the main hall!"

With one scold, Mo Yunsheng shrank back like a turtle, not daring to speak again.

He was extremely resentful and unconvinced; how could Uncle trust such an ant?!

Uncle must be confused, relying on anyone in a desperate situation. It's best to hold back, watch quietly, and wait for an opportunity.

"Do you know the consequences of deceiving me?" Mo Chen took a deep breath, speaking peacefully.

"Death, of course." Lin Fan said with a smile.

"In the past ten years, I've executed no fewer than a thousand frauds here. You'd better genuinely have the skill, or I will not spare you!"

"Rest assured, I know what I'm doing."

Diwu Yun'er and Mo Ningxiang couldn't help but feel a surge of tension for Lin Fan; he was betting with his life!

If the lady's illness was easy to cure, a solution would have been found in ten years!

Lin Fan actually voluntarily took on this daunting task.

Mo Ningxiang was filled with mixed emotions, wanting her mother to recover, yet not wanting Lin Fan to take this risk.

She knew her mother's condition too well—if it could be cured, it would've been by now!

Even her father, a Middle Heavenly Venerate Eighth Layer, was powerless. What could Lin Fan, a mere Third Rank Saint Emperor, possibly do?

It was nothing but a moth flying into the flame, seeking his own demise.

"Lin Fan, you..."

Just then!

A loud shout erupted outside the main hall.

"The Medical Saint Yi Tianqiu from the Shennong Clan seeks an audience!"

As the words fell, an extraordinary, elegant man appeared.

Stepping slowly, surrounded by mist, dressed in white, with flowing silk ribbons.

He gave off an aura of otherworldliness, an immortal demeanor.

Even Lin Fan felt he was extraordinary.

Yi Tianqiu maintained a calm expression, slightly bowing.

"Clan Leader, I am Yi Tianqiu of the Shennong Clan."