Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 73: Bright and Beautiful like Flowers

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Bright and Beautiful like Flowers

Guo Sujuan stared blankly for a moment.

She looked at Chen Fan incredulously, "You... You’re not joking? Without a heart transplant, how could Nuonuo possibly be cured? Her organs are all..."

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Trust me."

Guo Sujuan turned to Shen Lingdie and whispered, "Is he reliable?"

Shen Lingdie directly asked Chen Fan, "Are you reliable?"

Guo Sujuan: "..."

Chen Fan: "..."

"I guarantee with my personal integrity that I can cure her," Chen Fan pledged, patting his chest.

Guo Sujuan sighed, "All right, since it’s like this, let’s give it a try."

Chen Fan walked up to the little girl, felt her pulse, and then said to Shen Lingdie and Guo Sujuan, "You two should go out first."

The little girl was suffering from congenital heart failure.

Organ failure is different from other diseases.

It’s a fundamental problem with the body, and once it occurs, aside from an organ transplant, there’s almost no cure.

But Chen Fan was a Cultivator, he could transfer Spiritual Power to Nuonuo, allowing her heart to be revitalized.

This was something incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Chen Fan himself didn’t know how to explain it, so he could only ask the two of them to step aside.

Guo Sujuan nodded and turned to leave.

Shen Lingdie gave Chen Fan a look, "Good luck."

She then also left.

Chen Fan extended two fingers and placed them on the position of Nuonuo’s heart.

Immense Spiritual Power surged out, flowing into Nuonuo’s heart.

The heart that had been overburdened was nourished and instantly became vibrant.

Half an hour later.

Chen Fan finished transferring the last strand of Spiritual Power and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He activated his Heavenly Eye and saw that Nuonuo’s heart had returned to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief.

On the nearby instrument, Nuonuo’s heartbeat was displayed, steady and full of vigor.

Nuonuo’s blood supply had returned to normal, and her complexion began to grow rosy.

He went out and called Shen Lingdie and Guo Sujuan over.

When Guo Sujuan came in, she first looked at the instrument by the bed and then at Nuonuo, whose complexion had turned rosy. Her eyes widened.

At that moment, Nuonuo woke up, "Mother Guo..."

Guo Sujuan immediately rushed to the bedside and hugged Nuonuo, "Nuonuo, how do you feel?"

Nuonuo said, "Mother Guo, my body feels so comfortable, I’m just a bit hungry."

Guo Sujuan cried tears of joy, "What would you like to eat? I’ll go make it right now."

"Nuonuo wants to eat the noodles made by Mother Guo," Nuonuo answered.

Guo Sujuan got up, looked gratefully at Chen Fan, and bowed deeply, "Thank you, I really thank you. I will make sure Nuonuo remembers this kindness in the future."

How Chen Fan cured Nuonuo didn’t concern her, and she didn’t plan to ask—it was Chen Fan’s secret, and she was willing to regard it as a miracle.

"Dean Guo, you’re too kind," Chen Fan said with a smile, helping Guo Sujuan to her feet.

"I’ll go make something for Nuonuo to eat." Guo Sujuan wiped away her tears and left.

Shen Lingdie looked at Chen Fan and gave a thumbs-up, "Awesome."

Before long, Guo Sujuan finished feeding Nuonuo and shared the good news with the other children in the orphanage.

The kids danced and jumped for joy; the orphanage was filled with laughter and cheerful voices.

That’s when Chen Fan noticed some paint on Shen Lingdie’s face and clothes and pointed, asking, "How did this happen?"

Shen Lingdie took Chen Fan to a wall in the orphanage.

On the wall was a half-finished painting, depicting the smiling faces of every child in the orphanage.

Looking at the unfinished painting, Chen Fan smiled, picked up the palette and brush from the ground, "I’ll paint the other half."

Shen Lingdie was a bit surprised, "You can paint too?"

Chen Fan, holding a brush, made a stroke on the wall, "I just learned it yesterday."

Shen Lingdie stared at Chen Fan pensively, "My painting is really pitiful."

The corners of Chen Fan’s mouth curled up in an arc as he painted with ease.

He didn’t have Shen Lingdie’s talent, nor did he have her pure thoughts and clear mind, but he was a cultivator, and a cultivator who had pondered the "Three Hundred Volumes of the Art of Painting."

He infused Spiritual Power into the brush, and with each stroke, he integrated his understanding of his current state of mind.

An hour later.

Shen Lingdie’s peerless beauty appeared on the wall.

Unlike the real Shen Lingdie, the Shen Lingdie in the painting had a bright, flowery smile on her face.

With the infusion of Chen Fan’s Spiritual Power, anyone who glanced at this painting would inexplicably feel better.

Shen Lingdie stared at herself in the painting, "It’s really beautiful."

Chen Fan asked, "How’s my painting?"

Shen Lingdie turned to look at Chen Fan, "I like this painting."

Chen Fan said, "I think you look better when you smile. Otherwise, you always seem a little dull."

Shen Lingdie glanced at the painting and then mimicked the same smile as her painted self.

The sky was clear, and a spring breeze caressed their faces.

For a moment, Chen Fan was almost stunned.

Shen Lingdie raised her hand and flicked Chen Fan’s forehead, "Who’s the dull one?"

Chen Fan rubbed his head and chuckled awkwardly, "I’m dull, I’m dull."

In the afternoon, Chen Fan was busy with his cultivation. After playing with the children from the welfare institute for a while, he left.

Before long, Shen Lingdie’s driver also arrived in the car.

Shen Lingdie got into the car.

The driver glanced at Shen Lingdie in the rearview mirror, "Miss, you seem very happy today. You were smiling when you got in the car."

Shen Lingdie answered with a non-sequitur: "Uncle Wang, the doctor said I need to find a boyfriend."

The driver said, "That’s great! If you have someone you like, go after them boldly and don’t leave any regrets."

Shen Lingdie nodded, "Makes sense."

She took out her phone and dialed Su Qingyan’s number, "Hurry and go to the Capital, don’t delay."

Su Qingyan: "???"

...

Provincial City.

In front of Extreme Path Martial Hall.

Liu Hualong, his face bruised and body wounded, walked in.

As soon as he stepped on the stairs, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this, two disciples from inside the martial hall rushed over to help Liu Hualong up.

"Second senior brother, what happened to you?"

Liu Hualong was weak but couldn’t suppress the hatred on his face, "Where’s master? I need to see master!"

One disciple said, "Master recently had a realization and has entered a closed-door meditation to seek a breakthrough."

Liu Hualong cursed silently, "Did master say when he would come out?"

Both disciples shook their heads.

Liu Hualong let out a long howl to the sky, "Is there no way for me to avenge my grudge?"

One disciple asked, "Second senior brother, what exactly happened to you?"

Liu Hualong said with sorrow, "My martial arts were crippled in Jiang City. Now, I am a cripple!"

The two disciples’ faces changed dramatically.

One of them, recalling something, quickly said, "Second senior brother, don’t panic. We just got news that the eldest senior brother has broken through to the Grandmaster Realm during his travels. It won’t be long before he returns. At that time, he can help you take revenge!"

Liu Hualong’s eyes brightened, then looking toward Jiang City, he gritted his teeth, "Chen Fan, wait for me. You crippled my martial arts, I will make sure you live a life worse than death!"