Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 118: Revenge for Stealing My Wife

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Revenge for Stealing My Wife

"Mr. Chen, your hand, it’s warm," Lu Qinghuan said bashfully.

Chen Fan coughed twice, hurriedly withdrawing his hand, "I...I’m sorry."

Lu Qinghuan turned to face him, her beautiful eyes fixed on Chen Fan, "Mr. Chen, how about tonight we... then we wouldn’t have to wait for a month later."

She had purposely worn a button-up nightgown, and as she turned to one side, a glimpse of springtime burst forth from the gaps.

Although Chen Fan had made it clear that Su Qingyan was the only one in his heart, Lu Qinghuan was quite fond of Chen Fan and did not want to miss out on this man, even if Chen Fan had other ways to help her resolve the internal cold.

Therefore, she hoped even more that Chen Fan would use a straightforward and crude method to help her resolve the internal cold.

Chen Fan promptly got up, turned his head away, and avoided looking at Lu Qinghuan.

"Miss Lu, if you continue like this, I’ll leave," he said.

Lu Qinghuan sighed with resignation, "I apologize, it was presumptuous of me."

She then lay down on the bed and covered herself with a quilt.

At that moment, she furrowed her brows, her complexion turned pale in an instant, a faint chill emanating from her mouth as she curled up, writhing in pain.

The temperature in the room plummeted, and the glass of water on the table even started to frost over slightly.

Chen Fan sensed something was wrong and quickly sat beside the bed. He grabbed one of Lu Qinghuan’s hands, held her wrist, and began transferring spiritual power to her.

Lu Qinghuan’s brows immediately relaxed, but because of the pain caused by the sudden cold outburst, she had already fainted.

Chen Fan could feel the pain Lu Qinghuan had just endured; he looked at her pale lips and murmured, "She’s been enduring this pain for over twenty years, indeed a pitiable person."

After transferring spiritual power for a while, Chen Fan felt it was about right and was ready to get up and leave, since staying too long might lead to misunderstand.ings

But the moment he withdrew his hand, the internal cold in Lu Qinghuan’s body flared up again, causing her to be in agony.

Chen Fan frowned, "Is this internal cold really so tenacious?"

He had no choice but to grab Lu Qinghuan’s wrist once more and continue transferring spiritual power.

"Looks like I really have to stay by her bed all night," he thought helplessly, "This is going to drain all the spiritual power out of me."

In order to keep his spiritual power flowing continually, he had to transfer spiritual power while cultivating at the same time.

Early in the morning.

Chen Fan maintained the position for transferring spiritual power, meditating inwardly for his cultivation.

He did not notice that the internal cold within Lu Qinghuan had stopped flaring, and he continued to transfer spiritual power into her body.

Soon, the slumbering Lu Qinghuan felt a hint of warmth.

She unconsciously flung off the quilt and then started to unbutton her nightgown for ventilation.

After a long while, she woke up due to an excess of spiritual power.

She quickly realized that the front of her was bare and looked up, her face flushing instantly.

"Mr. Chen, you..." she began shyly, thinking to herself that although you kept saying you didn’t want to do it this way, you sneakily unbuttoned my clothes; what a hypocrite.

Chen Fan snapped out of his meditative state, opened his eyes and was met with a swath of white, his expression froze.

With a flushed face, Lu Qinghuan dared not meet Chen Fan’s gaze, her voice weak, "Mr. Chen, since you want to do it, then come on, Qinghuan won’t say anything."

Chen Fan swallowed hard, finding it somewhat difficult to shift his gaze away from Lu Qinghuan.

It was early morning, when desire is at its peak, combined with Lu Qinghuan’s forward words, Chen Fan’s heartbeat sped up, and he felt a surge of impulse.

Lu Qinghuan waited with an expectant heart.

Chen Fan took a deep breath and suddenly slapped himself in the face.

He snapped back to reality, then promptly turned around, "Miss Lu, I...I don’t know what happened, I have no such filthy thoughts toward you, please forgive me."

Lu Qinghuan looked puzzled, "The buttons... weren’t you the one who unfastened them?"

Chen Fan felt like he couldn’t clear his name even if he lept into the Yellow River; he had merely transferred spiritual power throughout the night.

"I swear, I absolutely did not do such a thing to you!" Chen Fan raised one hand.

Lu Qinghuan’s face flushed with shame and anger. "Mr. Chen, you... why do you deny what you’ve done? Since it has come to this, why do you retreat?"

Chen Fan was on the verge of tears. "Miss Lu, I really didn’t have such intentions. It’s getting light, I... I should leave now."

Having said that, he turned and fled in panic.

Lu Qinghuan covered her body with the quilt and called out with a mix of disappointment and indignation, "Chen Fan, you scoundrel!"

At that moment, Dong Jian barged in with bloodshot eyes; he had spent the whole night awake in Lu Qinghuan’s courtyard.

"Qinghuan, did that guy take advantage of you? Has he become ungrateful now that he’s put his pants on? That bastard, I’ll kill him!"

Lu Qinghuan looked stunned, then, frowning, she threw her pillow at him. "Who let you in? Get out now!"

Dong Jian had no choice but to exit.

Remembering the state of Lu Qinghuan’s disheveled clothes, a surge of hatred filled his eyes. "That damned creature, I, Dong Jian, swear not to rest until I avenge the adultery!"

...

Chen Fan hadn’t dared to visit the Lu Family for three days.

He racked his brain but couldn’t figure out who had undone the button.

"Miss Lu wouldn’t lie to me; from her reaction, she truly didn’t seem to know who had undone the button. But I didn’t do such a thing, either. It’s really frustrating," Chen Fan felt helpless.

"Forget it, tomorrow is the Traditional Chinese Medicine conference. I’ll first make sure Zhipeng is well-established in Longhai City."

Several days earlier, Shen Deshan had announced the Traditional Chinese Medicine conference, revealing it was convened especially for an Acupuncture Master.

This Acupuncture Master possessed the long-lost Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle!

And he would choose one young person during this conference to pass on the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle!

As soon as this news broke, the Traditional Chinese Medicine community in Longhai City was thrown into an uproar.

Almost every scholar of traditional Chinese medicine had heard of the legend of the Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle, but they had never imagined that someone actually possessed this Immortal medical skill.

Furthermore, this Acupuncture Master planned to pass on this technique!

For a time, nearly every young practitioner in Longhai City saw this as their golden opportunity.

Wang Zhipeng also yearned for this opportunity, but he knew the young person selected wouldn’t be him; he wasn’t even planning on attending the conference.

Now, as long as he could keep the clinic running, he would be content.

However, Chen Fan had sent him instructions, insisting that he attend the Traditional Chinese Medicine conference and take Zhang Sheng and the other three with him.

Wang Zhipeng thought Chen Fan just wanted to join in the excitement and reluctantly agreed.

Meanwhile.

At the First Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, in the director’s office.

Xu Kun’s father, Xu Mao, was sitting at his desk, reading the disciplinary notice from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.

Xu Kun stood in front of him, not daring to breathe loudly.

After a while, Xu Mao suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Those two scoundrels have tarnished the reputation of the Xu Family; they really don’t know what’s good for them!"

Seeing that Xu Mao was angry with Chen Fan and Wang Zhipeng rather than himself, Xu Kun heaved a sigh of relief. "Dad, those two guys are detestable. Should we find a way to take care of them?"

Xu Mao pondered for a bit. "No rush on this matter. They’re just two small fries. Over the years, I’ve discreetly taken care of too many people to count on both hands. These two are no different."

"The pressing issue is the Traditional Chinese Medicine conference. I’ve had you cram on acupuncture theory these past few days. Have you done that?"

Xu Kun immediately exuded confidence. "Don’t worry, Dad. I graduated from a prestigious university’s medical program, after all. This is a piece of cake for me."

Xu Mao nodded. "The Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle is a legend in the Traditional Chinese Medicine community. I’ll leverage my connections, try to curry favor with that Acupuncture Master. If he takes a liking to you, the next president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association is likely to be someone from our Xu Family!"

Xu Kun’s eyes lit up. "Then could I not walk sideways through Longhai after that?"

Xu Mao smiled. "If you truly get selected, you can walk however you wish in the future!"

Xu Kun’s face filled with anticipation, and then a vicious gleam appeared in his eyes. "Then I’ll find a way to get the Acupuncture Master’s favor first, and after that, I can crush those two loathsome ants!"