Chapter 586: Chapter 586

By this time, a crowd had already gathered outside, with Pan Qiang having arrived early, pacing back and forth at the door.

Pan Jing's grandfather, Pan Kun, was an old overseas Chinese, and it could be said that it was because of him that the Pan family became a first-class family in Manchester.

Once Pan Kun died, the Pan family would definitely be suppressed by other forces, and it was very likely that they would fall from a first-class family to a second-class one.

Pan Li walked in from outside, "Dad, that swindler hasn't come out yet, he must be too embarrassed to show his face because he hasn't grown any Ye Zi."

At that moment, a surprised and delighted cry came from inside the room.

"Something's happening," Pan Qiang felt a surge of joy and hurriedly pushed the door open to enter the room.

His gaze fell on the flower pot in Pan Jing's hands, and he was struck dumb.

To his amazement, there were indeed three tender Ye Zi that had sprouted in the flower pot.

"He actually did it," Pan Qiang excitedly approached the pot.

At that moment, Pan Jing was carefully catching the dew dripping from the Ye Zi with a small porcelain vial.

Seeing Pan Qiang, Pan Jing excitedly said, "Dad, Lin Chen really did it, look at the flower pot—it has three Ye Zi now, one more than before."

"How is this possible?" All the members of the Pan family were astonished.

Pan Li's face darkened as he looked at the Ye Zi in the pot, "Father, are you sure these leaves are real? Make sure you're not being deceived."

Anthony gently ran his hand over a leaf, exclaiming in surprise, "These are indeed Spirit Grass leaves, my God, how did you do it?"

Lin Chen smiled lightly, "I just used some secret techniques."

"Secret techniques? That's incredible," exclaimed Anthony in shock.

Grateful, Pan Qiang approached Lin Chen, "Mr. Lin, you've saved my father and indeed our entire Pan family; you are our family's savior."

Lin Chen smiled, "I also know a little bit about medicine; I wonder if I might have a look at the elder."

"You know medicine, too?" Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, Pan Qiang was overjoyed.

Following Pan Qiang to the sickroom, Lin Chen saw an elderly man lying in bed, his complexion pale, his eyes tightly shut, and a dark energy on his face. Another elder was feeding the dew to the old man.

The senior members of the Pan family were gathered at the bedside, each looking anxious.

"How is father doing?" Pan Qiang asked urgently as he watched the elder being fed the dew.

The elder sighed, "Old Master Pan's illness is getting worse; though the Spirit Grass dew is prolonging his life, I fear it won't last much longer."

"My father was fine just a while ago; how could he have suddenly turned ," Pan Qiang gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Alas, I have been short-sighted; even now I have failed to diagnose the illness afflicting him. If not for the ancestral prescription keeping Old Master Pan alive, I fear he would have already..."

The elder let out another sigh.

"Is there really no hope?" Pan Qiang's face showed a trace of grief and anger.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pan, all I can do now is to try my best to keep him alive," the elder sighed.

"Mr. Lin, can you save my father?" Pan Qiang pleaded.

"I'll try," Lin Chen said as he approached the elderly man.

At that moment, Pan Li snorted coldly, "Kid, do you have a medical license?"

Lin Chen gave Pan Li a cold look, then shook his head.

"Then which medical university did you graduate from?" Pan Li continued to question.

"I'm still a student, and I haven't graduated yet," Lin Chen said indifferently.

Pan Li suddenly burst into laughter, "Are you joking, kid? You're neither a doctor nor a medical school graduate, what makes you think you can treat my grandfather?"

Lin Chen glanced at Pan Li and said lightly, "For the simple reason that only I can save your grandfather and if I don't intervene, he will surely die within three days."

"What did you say?" Hearing Lin Chen's arrogant words, everyone's expression changed.

At that moment, Second Uncle Pan Shi snorted coldly, "Young people nowadays are becoming increasingly ignorant of their own limitations, not having studied medicine and yet daring to treat people."

"Indeed, Zhang Lao is a master of Chinese medicine and even he is at his wits' end, how could this brat possibly cure old master Pan's illness?" A wave of mocking laughter came from the Pan family members.

It wasn't just them, even Zhang Lao kept shaking his head, "I can't treat old Pan's illness; if I can't in T country's Chinese medicine community, then no one can."

Listening to the jeers, Pan Jing's expression grew increasingly ugly, and even Pan Qiang's face showed hesitation.

Lin Chen snorted coldly, his gaze falling on the old man, a flash of golden light appeared in his eyes, revealing the old man's skeletal and vascular systems to Lin Chen.

However, after careful observation, Lin Chen likewise did not find anything wrong with the old man.

"Spirit Grass system, have you detected anything unusual in the old man's body?" Lin Chen curiously asked.

"Host, have you noticed the string of prayer beads on the old man's wrist?" the Spirit Grass system inquired.

Lin Chen nodded and suddenly his eyes lit up, "You mean there's something strange about the prayer beads?"

The Spirit Grass system nodded and said, "Yes, the toxin entered the old man's body through those prayer beads, colorless and tasteless, making it very difficult to detect."

Lin Chen nodded, "I see, then tell me the method of cure?"

When Lin Chen saw the cure method transmitted by the Spirit Grass system, he couldn't help but be stunned, "The illness can actually be treated like that."

"What are you spacing out for, kid? Get lost. If you can cure my grandfather's illness, I'll call you grandpa," Pan Li clamored from the side.

Lin Chen sneered, looking coldly at Pan Li, "That's what you said, I hope you'll remember to keep your promise later."

As Lin Chen approached the old man, raindrops suddenly started pummeling the old man like a torrential downpour; not satisfied with just his fists, Lin Chen even kicked old man Pan a few times.

Everyone was shocked at the scene.

"Damn it, kid, what are you doing? How dare you hit my dad?" Second Uncle shouted angrily.

"Damn it, kid, how dare you hit my dad, I'll cripple you," Third Uncle was also furious.

"Lin Chen, stop it," Pan Li's face suddenly changed, as he shouted at Lin Chen.

Pan Jing watched the frenzied Lin Chen, her face suddenly turning ugly, she never would have thought that Lin Chen would start hitting her grandfather lying in the bed.

Despite the scolding from the crowd, Lin Chen turned a deaf ear, his fists moving faster and faster.

At this moment, Second Uncle and Third Uncle Pan had gone mad, lunging at Lin Chen.

But at this moment, the traditional Chinese medicine doctor Zhang Lao who stood beside old man Pan narrowed his eyes as he looked at Pan Kun's body.

"Everyone stop, do not disturb Mr. Lin, he is treating the old man," said Zhang Lao earnestly.

"What! Treating him?"

Everyone was dumbfounded; they had seen many methods of treating illnesses, but they had never heard of one where someone crazily pinned a person to a bed and beat them as a form of treatment.

"Doctor Zhang, what nonsense are you talking about? This Lin Chen is clearly hitting my grandfather," Pan Li said, brimming with rage.

However, Zhang Lao's eyes held a serious look as he told everyone, "Quickly look at the old man's body!"