Chapter Six
Wu Mei stared at Ouyang Feng in utter disbelief after being slapped, "What on earth did you feed Xiaofeng to make him so bewitched?"
Luo Fancheng spread his hands helplessly, feigning innocence, then patted Ouyang Feng on the shoulder with a smile, "I told you, you’d come begging for my help."
Ouyang Feng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes, please, Mr. Luo, be magnanimous and save her. The past is the past."
Seeing Ouyang Feng's surprisingly sincere attitude, Luo Fancheng nodded in acknowledgment and headed toward the door.
Still kneeling, Ouyang Feng hurried after him, but not before shooting a lingering glance back at Chen Xingxin in her wheelchair, licking his lips.
After Luo Fancheng left, Chen Xingxin prepared to wheel herself back to her room, leaving only Wu Mei and Chen Kangjian, faces red and stinging from the slaps, frozen in the living room.
Back in her room, Chen Xingxin suddenly remembered that she hadn’t turned off her livestream before leaving.
By now, the stream was in an uproar. Normally, Chen Xingxin’s room would have a popularity in the tens of thousands and perhaps a few dozen viewers. Now, however, it had reached two million in popularity and several thousand viewers.
As soon as she returned to her room, the chat exploded with activity.
“So this is what a real wheelchair streamer looks like! (Dog-head emoji for safety)”
“That was incredible just now. Is there more to come?”
“Be reasonable, upstairs! They’re fighting and you want more? (But actually, I’d like to see more too.)”
“This streamer is gorgeous. How did I never notice before? Following right now.”
“Yes, good reminder, everyone follow now so we don’t miss any more drama.”
…
With a heavy sigh, Chen Xingxin recalled the recent events. She never imagined her own parents would go to such lengths to force her into divorce.
She turned to her camera and said, “Sorry, guys. I’m not in the mood today, so I’m ending the stream here. Bye.”
No sooner had she spoken than she closed the stream. Instantly, several trending topics shot up the Huya Hot Search list.
#8: The Real Wheelchair Streamer.
#5: Streamer Forgets to End Stream, Livestreams Family Argument.
#4: Millions Tune In, Thousands Listen to Drama for the Gossip.
At Huya Headquarters
Even though it was already late at night, several technicians were still monitoring the data in real time, ensuring server stability.
But then—
“Holy crap! What the hell just happened?” one technician shouted.
“What’s going on?”
“What happened?!”
The others hurried over at the commotion.
“Look at this! This is insane—it’s a miracle!” The technician pointed at the screen, elated.
The other programmers crowded around.
“No way!”
“Unbelievable!”
“A bottom-tier streamer just shot into Huya’s top ten in one hour. Is this even possible? Did someone bot the stats?”
“I just checked the stream’s data. Everything’s perfectly normal,” another technician replied.
“This is nuts.”
“Quick, check the trending topics!” someone else urged.
They all whipped out their phones and opened the trending list.
“Damn, this is like a miracle’s miracle—miracle’s mother opening the door for it. It’s off the charts!”
After verifying the data, one technician picked up his phone and dialed a number.
“Manager Xiao, check the trending topics—right now.”
Manager Xiao, awakened from sleep, grumpily opened the Huya trending topics, only to be instantly wide awake, astonished.
“What’s going on? Are the numbers legit?”
“They’re confirmed—absolutely accurate,” replied the technician.
“Understood.” Manager Xiao hung up and immediately called his secretary. “Prepare an S-level contract.”
Then, excitement lighting his face, Manager Xiao muttered to himself, “If I can sign this streamer, a promotion to general manager might finally be within reach.”
…
At the Hospital
Luo Fancheng and Ouyang Feng arrived at the hospital. Ouyang Feng hurried ahead, but just as he was about to enter the emergency room, a nurse barred their way.
“Stop—this is the emergency room. You can’t go in.”
“I’m the patient’s family,” Ouyang Feng replied, exasperated.
“That’s even more reason you can’t go in right now,” the nurse retorted.
Ouyang Feng, growing anxious, said, “I specifically invited Mr. Luo to treat my wife. Please let us through.”
The nurse eyed Luo Fancheng, still dressed in his security guard’s uniform.
She couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh, it’s you—I recognize you. Aren’t you the hospital’s security guard? Since when do security guards treat patients?”
Luo Fancheng remained silent, but Ouyang Feng was visibly losing patience.
“Get out of the way, now! If you delay treatment, can you bear the consequences?” he snapped.
The nurse scoffed, “I’m here to stop troublemakers like you. Healing isn’t for just anyone.” She glanced again at Luo Fancheng. “Saving lives isn’t something just any stray can do.”
With a sharp slap, Ouyang Feng struck her across the face.
“Let’s see what you can do about it. Go ahead, call whoever you want.”
Clutching her cheek, the nurse pointed furiously at Ouyang Feng, “How dare you hit me! My father’s the hospital director—you’re finished!” With that, she whipped out her phone and made a call.
Ignoring her, Ouyang Feng turned to Luo Fancheng, nodded, and motioned for him to go in and save Xiaoli.
Inside the emergency room, Xiaoli lay unconscious on the operating table. Looking around, Luo Fancheng spotted a tray of silver needles, evidently prepared in advance by Liu Tianji.
Luo Fancheng nodded to Ouyang Feng, both to assure him of his confidence and to signal that he should leave.
Ouyang Feng hesitated, but after a brief moment of doubt, he chose to trust Luo Fancheng, stepped out, and closed the door behind him.
To administer the needles, unnecessary clothing had to be removed from Xiaoli’s body.
“My apologies,” Luo Fancheng murmured to the unconscious Xiaoli.
With that, he began the acupuncture. As he gripped the first needle, his hand appeared utterly steady, yet the needle’s tip quivered as though charged with energy.
With one precise motion, the needle plunged into Xiaoli’s Tian Guan point.
“Trembling Needle Technique!”
“What remarkable skill.”
Watching the emergency room’s monitor, Zhao Dezhan couldn’t help but exclaim. Even Liu Tianji, who had witnessed Luo Fancheng’s skills once before, was astounded.
The second needle, at the Ermen point.
The third, and so on…
“It truly is the lost art—the Soul-Reviving Needle Technique.”
“A genius of this caliber is nothing short of monstrous. To call him a living medical sage is no exaggeration,” the two observers marveled at Luo Fancheng’s medical prowess.
Yamen, Shangxing, Qihu points…
Ten minutes later, Xiaoli’s pulse and heartbeat returned to normal. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Luo Fancheng, still in his security guard’s uniform, standing before her. Realizing she was nearly unclothed, she shrieked,
“Pervert!”