Chapter Three

“I’ll make sure the media exposes all of you. Shenghua Hospital is nothing but a den of thieves, and every doctor here is a murderer—only interested in killing for profit.”

At that moment, every doctor and nurse present gritted their teeth in hatred for Luo Fancheng, wishing they could kill him on the spot.

Liu Tianji shot Luo Fancheng a furious look, silently vowing to dismiss the young man as soon as this matter was resolved.

“If you don’t want him to die, then hand me the silver needles at once,” Luo Fancheng said, ignoring Wang Dafa as he strode up to Liu Tianji, extending his hand.

Liu Tianji said nothing, but Wang Dafa, irked by being ignored, interjected, “If you can save him, I’ll unscrew my own head for you to use as a football.”

Behind Liu Tianji, a young nurse instinctively hid the silver needles in her hand, but this did not escape Luo Fancheng’s sharp gaze.

Before the nurse could react, Luo Fancheng seized the needles and hurried straight to the emergency room.

The man in black, watching this unfold, cursed again, “This damned hospital kills for money! Not only can’t you save my son, now you’re letting security guards mess with his corpse!”

“I’m going to file a complaint against your hospital! I’m calling the police!”

The bystanders quickly joined in:

“If he manages to save him, I’ll stand on my head and shit.”

“If he can really save this patient, I’ll clean the hospital toilets for free for a year.”

No sooner had Luo Fancheng entered the emergency room than the crowd surged forward after him, determined not to let this so-called security guard meddle recklessly.

But when they burst in, filled with anger, they were stunned to see that Luo Fancheng had already inserted more than a dozen silver needles into the patient and was still working with remarkable speed.

“Luo Fancheng, you useless fool! What are you trying to do? Stop touching the patient!” Wang Dafa, at the forefront, shouted.

Just as Wang Dafa was about to pull Luo Fancheng away, Liu Tianji arrived with several other doctors. Yet the scene before them left everyone dumbfounded.

From the instant they entered, it was clear that Luo Fancheng’s acupuncture technique was flawless and practiced to perfection.

As Wang Dafa placed a hand on Luo Fancheng’s shoulder, Luo Fancheng calmly finished inserting a needle, freed his right hand, and shoved Wang Dafa aside.

Wang Dafa flew backward, landing face-first in a humiliating heap.

Never in his wildest dreams did Wang Dafa imagine that the frail Luo Fancheng could possess such strength—especially since he himself weighed over two hundred pounds.

“Damn it, you think I can’t handle you?” Wang Dafa fumed, preparing to intervene again.

But before he could move, a hand pressed him to the floor.

Liu Tianji, eyes wide with astonishment, watched Luo Fancheng’s hands move with masterful precision. In a low voice, he said, “Don’t move. Let him finish.”

Wang Dafa froze in disbelief. What was going on here?

Meanwhile, the man in black and his companions had been subdued by security but still managed to reach the emergency room’s entrance. More than a dozen armed guards blocked the way, and the group hurled curses at those inside.

Yet no matter how loud the commotion outside, Luo Fancheng continued his work unhurriedly. Liu Tianji’s expression, however, grew increasingly incredulous.

“This... vibrating technique? Could it be... could this be the long-lost Soul-Returning Needle?” Liu Tianji’s aged face trembled with excitement.

The other doctors looked puzzled at his words, and even those who had rushed in out of idle curiosity were at a loss.

Soon, as the thirty-sixth needle was placed, the patient lying on the operating table began to move his hands and feet slightly.

Then, something miraculous happened.

The previously faint heartbeat monitor flickered back to life, signaling movement where there had only been death.

A man who had seemed irretrievably gone now showed signs of revival.

As soon as Luo Fancheng finished, Liu Tianji rushed to check the patient’s pulse, then pressed his ear to the man’s chest, disbelief giving way to a cry of amazement.

“A miracle worker! A living immortal—truly, a god among men!”

The crowd outside, hearing the commotion, fell silent and peered through the gaps between the security guards.

“My god, look—he’s moving!”

“Is he a zombie? Impossible!”

“He was dead beyond all doubt—how is he moving now?”

Just then, the patient coughed and spoke:

“Dad, I—I’m okay?”

“The patient is stable for now. The rest is up to you,” Luo Fancheng said to Liu Tianji as he gathered his things.

“Yes... yes!” Liu Tianji nodded instinctively, and Luo Fancheng walked out of the emergency room.

“My son, he’s awake?”

“He’s alive?”

“Is this real?”

The man in black and the other agitators stared at Luo Fancheng in utter disbelief, only relaxing once they were certain the boy had been revived.

Their expressions toward Luo Fancheng changed completely.

“Thank you, miracle doctor!”

“Thank you for saving my son’s life!”

“This is what a true healer looks like!”

“Unlike some doctors, who are nothing but frauds and charlatans!”

“A miracle worker, truly a miracle worker!”

The crowd echoed these sentiments one after another. Such is the nature of people, but Luo Fancheng had no intention of indulging them.

“I heard everything you said earlier, loud and clear. Now that I’ve brought the man back, it’s time for you all to keep your promises.”

At this, an awkward silence fell. The same crowd that had ridiculed Luo Fancheng moments ago now wished they could disappear.

After about half a minute, the man in black stepped forward.

“Please, don’t hold our words against us, great healer. I can never repay you for saving my son. Here—there’s three hundred thousand yuan in this card. Please accept it as a token of gratitude.”

He spoke as he handed Luo Fancheng a bank card.

Just as Luo Fancheng accepted it, Director Zhao De arrived.

“Director, this is the security guard who just saved a life using the Soul-Returning Needle technique,” Liu Tianji explained to Zhao De.

A security guard? How could that be?

Zhao De looked Luo Fancheng up and down, taking in his uniform and youth.

So young? According to Liu Tianji’s earlier messages, anyone who could use the Soul-Returning Needle with such skill should be at least forty or fifty.

At most, Luo Fancheng looked twenty-something—just a security guard. Zhao De cast a skeptical glance at Liu Tianji.

Is this old rascal playing a trick on me?

Liu Tianji simply spread his hands, as if to say, “I didn’t believe it either, but seeing is believing. The facts speak for themselves.”

Zhao De’s eyes flickered thoughtfully as he approached Luo Fancheng.

“So, you’re the Mr. Luo who just saved a life with the Soul-Returning Needle?”