Supreme Hidden Dragon in the City
Chapter 87 Regret of the Ding Family People

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Regret of the Ding Family People

Chen Fan sat in the taxi on his way back to the hotel.

At that moment, his cellphone rang.

He picked it up and glanced at it, realizing it was a call from Ding Ling.

Without hesitation, he hung up immediately.

When the phone rang again, Chen Fan hung up once more.

Ding Ling did not give up and called a third time.

Chen Fan’s brows furrowed slightly, and after considering, he answered the call.

"Chen Fan, I’m sorry, my father really started convulsing the moment the surgery began, just like you said. Smith is nothing but a quack, and I apologize to you on his and my mother’s behalf. I’m sorry, please come back and save my father," Ding Ling’s sobbing voice rang out.

Then came Feng Jing’s voice, filled with remorse, "Chen Fan, it’s my fault for blindly trusting that detestable foreigner. My previous attitude was indeed not good, and I even belittled you. I apologize, please forgive me. If you return to the hospital, I’ll kowtow in front of you as an apology, solely begging you to save my husband!"

Chen Fan snorted coldly, "Sorry, I can’t save him, you should find someone else."

After he spoke, he hung up the phone and blocked Ding Ling.

Everyone has their temper, and Chen Fan was, after all, a cultivator.

Since the Ding family didn’t treasure the opportunity, he naturally didn’t need to sympathize with these fools.

Before long, the taxi arrived at the hotel entrance.

Chen Fan got out of the car and walked towards the hotel.

At that moment, Ding Ling’s car came to a screeching halt at the hotel entrance.

Ding Ling and Feng Jing got out of the car and rushed over to Chen Fan.

Both of them knelt down in front of him.

"Chen Fan, please forgive my mom this once, she has realized her mistake. You said that after my father starts convulsing, he will only have three hours left to live, and there’s not much time remaining now. Please, I beg you, save my father!" Ding Ling pleaded with a tear-stained face.

Feng Jing kowtowed twice on the ground even more earnestly, "Chen Fan, I know I was wrong, I beg you, save my husband."

Chen Fan’s face was indifferent, "Some things cannot be solved by an apology. That foreigner belittled Chinese medicine so much, and you even agreed with him. Now you come back begging me to save someone; don’t you find that laughable?"

Feng Jing’s tears started to fall, "I was wrong. I shouldn’t have sided with that quack. At the time, I was also worried that Smith would not treat my husband earnestly if he got upset, so I followed his lead. Please, for my willingness to admit fault, help the Ding family this one time! If my husband dies, I don’t want to live anymore!"

Chen Fan sighed helplessly.

Just then, his cell phone rang, and it turned out to be a call from Su Qingyan.

"Chen Fan, Ding Ling told me about the situation at your end. No matter what, Ding Ling is my best friend, and her father is a diligent and responsible man who collapsed from overwork trying to support the Ding family. I hope you can set aside your anger towards Ding Ling’s mother and save her father," Su Qingyan persuaded.

Eventually, Chen Fan relented, "All right, I got it."

After hanging up, Chen Fan turned to Ding Ling, "Let’s go, to the hospital first."

Ding Ling wiped away her tears joyfully and got up to lead Chen Fan to the car.

Feng Jing was filled with gratitude, but she could tell that Chen Fan did not want to deal with her, so she hardly dared to breathe.

Soon enough, the three of them returned to the hospital.

Smith and two assistants were still in the ward, distraught over the sight of Ding Ling’s father, who was in the throes of convulsions.

Feng Jing rushed over and pushed Smith away, "You quack, get out!"

Smith, helpless, lifted his hands in resignation, "Well, I want to see what kind of miracle this Chinese doctor can perform for you!"

By this point, the Ding family members had lost all respect for Smith, and a few of them went over and dragged him and his two assistants away to prevent them from hindering Chen Fan’s treatment.

Chen Fan approached the hospital bed, checked Ding Ling’s father’s condition, then took out a silver needle and inserted it into his head.

Ding Ling’s father’s convulsions stopped instantly, and he lay down calmly.

Everyone was shocked to see this scene.

"Indeed, traditional Chinese medicine is reliable."

"It’s incredibly impressive. This foreign expert has been researching here for ages, not knowing what to do, yet someone else solved it in an instant."

...

At this moment, Smith was also stunned, with a face full of disbelief, "How is this possible! My God, how... how did he do it!"

Someone glared at Smith, "Western medicine is just shit!"

Smith was like a person with constipation, unable to retort even half a sentence.

Chen Fan continued to administer the needles.

One after another, silver needles were inserted into Ding Ling’s father’s head.

Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle!

This time, during the procedure, Chen Fan infused each silver needle with spiritual power.

The moment the silver needles were inserted, they began to purify the blood clots in Ding Ling’s father’s brain.

The conventional Nine Revolutions Resurrection Needle could have cured Ding Ling’s father’s cerebral hemorrhage, but because of Smith’s improper operation combined with some delay, Chen Fan had no choice but to do this to salvage the situation.

Half an hour later.

Chen Fan activated his Heavenly Eye, ensuring that all the blood clots in Ding Ling’s father’s brain were completely cleansed, then removed the silver needles one by one.

He turned to Ding Ling, "Your father is no longer in any danger. Go get some warm water."

Ding Ling nodded hurriedly, turned around, and went to fetch the water.

Smith watched Chen Fan in disbelief, "Is he cured just like that? You’re not joking, right?"

Chen Fan curled his lips, "You can check with your so-called advanced equipment."

Smith rushed to the equipment and checked Ding Ling’s father’s condition, exclaiming, "My God, the blood clots in his brain have completely disappeared!"

The Ding family were deeply shocked.

Feng Jing was weeping tears of joy, bowing deeply to Chen Fan, "Chen Fan, the Ding family will remember your great kindness for a lifetime!"

Smith turned to question Chen Fan, "You must have tampered with my equipment, his cerebral hemorrhage was so severe, you simply stuck him with a few needles, how could it possibly be all better just like that?"

At that moment, Ding Ling’s father, Ding Zhaoguo, opened his eyes, calling out weakly, "Water..."

Ding Ling brought over the water. Seeing her father awake, she burst into tears and hurried over to help him drink.

Witnessing this scene, Smith’s face turned ashen, his expression collapsed, like a defeated soldier in retreat.

Chen Fan sneered, "Still want to keep questioning?"

Smith opened his mouth but ultimately hung his head in shame.

Feng Jing glared at Smith through gritted teeth, "You quack, my husband’s life almost ended in your hands, and you even dared to extort us for more money at the last moment! I’m going to expose this to the journalists so the whole world can see your vile face!"

Smith panicked, pleading, "Please spare me, if this gets out, I’ll lose my job!"

Feng Jing curled her lips, "You don’t even deserve to be a doctor!"

Smith then looked toward Chen Fan, dropped to his knees in front of him, and started slapping his own face frantically, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was too arrogant. Please plead on my behalf, I don’t want to be ruined over this surgery, I won’t be able to survive this!"

Chen Fan coldly uttered just one word: "Scram!"

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