Chapter 422: Chapter 422

The elder dressed in a Tang suit was named Fan Yuanxin, a famous traditional Chinese doctor in Xingcheng. Fan's Grand Pharmacy is widespread in Xingcheng, which can truly be regarded as the number one in the city.

Fan Yuanxin had two sons, the eldest named Fan Chao was now assisting Old Fan in managing the medicinal business in Xingcheng, while the second son, Fan Yue, had always been idle and indulgent. In recent years, under the introduction of bad influences, he even got involved with drugs.

Old Fan, Fan Yuanxin, couldn't bear to send his second son to a detox center and eventually locked Fan Yue at home. He also hired the best detoxification experts, but despite that, Fan Yue's detox results remained disappointing over the course of two years.

"Dad... save me... I really can't take it anymore, just give me a hit... please... "

Following Old Fan into the room, Ding Fan saw a thin man locked to the bed with iron chains. His eye sockets were sunken, circles under his eyes dark, clearly exhibiting the ravages of many years of drug abuse.

Fan Yue struggled ceaselessly, looking very terrifying, and the chains that locked him clanked incessantly.

"Old Fan, I have administered a sedative to the Second Young Master, but this time it's different from before, his mood has been extremely agitated..." At this moment, a middle-aged doctor in a white lab coat came over and said.

Old Fan's brows furrowed deeply. He then turned around and glanced at Ding Fan.

"Young friend, what do you think?"

When he arrived, Ding Fan had said he wanted to try, so naturally, Old Fan now wanted to ask for Ding Fan's opinion.

The middle-aged man in the white lab coat who had spoken earlier was taken aback. He glanced at Ding Fan, standing behind Old Fan, and a hint of displeasure crossed his face.

"Old Fan... who is this?"

"This is a young friend I've recently made acquaintance with. He wants to give it a try and see if he can be of help..." Old Fan said.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man in the white lab coat raised an eyebrow, looking at Ding Fan. "I can't tell by looking at you, my friend, that someone so young would have the means to detoxify?"

Ding Fan, of course, could hear the malice in the other's words, but at that moment, Ding Fan did not retort.

Ding Fan had already used his Divine Sense to examine Fan Yue's condition, and due to the many years of drug abuse, his heart was especially frail. This kind of agitation, accelerating the blood circulation, if it continued , Fan Yue would certainly be in trouble.

"Old Fan, do you have Silver Needles? Get me a set," Ding Fan directly said to Old Fan.

Old Fan was stunned, clearly not having expected Ding Fan to use silver needles for detoxification. Old Fan was considered a godly doctor in Xingcheng, and he had never heard of using silver needles to detoxify.

However, in the end, Old Fan still ordered someone to fetch the Silver Needles, for how could the home of an esteemed doctor be without them?

"Old Fan, I must say this, Fan Yue's heart is extremely weak, he's not able to withstand much distress. If we don't stabilize his emotions quickly, something might happen..." After the middle-aged man in the white lab coat finished speaking, he looked at Ding Fan.

"If anything goes wrong, I will take responsibility," Ding Fan said indifferently.

"Are you confident of success?" Old Fan also asked Ding Fan with some worry.

"There won't be any problems," Ding Fan said calmly.

The middle-aged man in the white lab coat scoffed. "Young people are really arrogant. A drug that I, a detox specialist, can't cure, and he claims he can... "

"Quit your jabbering there. Who do you think you are? A drug you can't cure doesn't mean my Brother Fan can't," interjected Mu Zi, who couldn't stand it anymore and directly blasted the elder in the white lab coat. Googlᴇ search 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱

Mu Zi didn't tolerate contempt in her eyes.

"Humph! If detoxification were so easy, there wouldn't be a need for us detox specialists or so many detox centers..." The middle-aged man in the white lab coat argued heatedly with Mu Zi, face flushed. "I'll have you know, I don't believe you can cure the Second Young Master."

"What if we do cure him?" Mu Zi asked, trusting Ding Fan unconditionally. As long as Ding Fan said he could, she firmly believed he would.

"How long will it take to cure him?" pressed the middle-aged man in the white lab coat.

"At most it won't exceed one week..." Mu Zi said with conviction. She then looked at Ding Fan. "Brother Fan, is one week enough?"

Ding Fan glanced at Mu Zi; she really was a troublesome little fairy. Originally, Ding Fan did not intend to respond to Mu Zi, but at that moment, Old Fan looked at him expectantly, so it would be unkind not to say anything.

"By nightfall, it should be done."

By nightfall?! The detox specialist was taken aback; there was not much time left until nightfall, at most three to four hours.

"Ha ha ha... I've seen braggarts, but I've never seen someone who can brag . Second Young Master's drug addiction, I've been dealing with it for two years straight, even tried the special medicines from the United States, but there was no improvement. Yet, you claim you can cure him by nightfall... "

"What if it is cured?" Mu Zi asked.

The middle-aged man in the white lab coat snorted coldly. "If it's cured, I'll take off this white lab coat, and never touch the detox field again, I'll go bake sweet potatoes! But what if you can't cure him by nightfall?"

Mu Zi spoke with an indifferent expression. "Whatever you say is fine by me."

The middle-aged man in a white coat nodded. "If he can't be cured, I'll call the police tonight and have you arrested! You're conning people!"

"Alright, it's a deal!" Mu Zi said.

At that moment, a servant had brought over a set of Silver Needles, which Old Fan handed directly to Ding Fan.

Even though Ding Fan also had Silver Needles in his storage ring, it would be too shocking to take them out in front of these ordinary people. So, it was better to use the Elder's set instead.

Taking the Silver Needles, Ding Fan sat beside the restrained Fan Yue and started to sterilize the needles with an alcohol lamp.

"What... what are you doing... back off, give me a hit... hurry, give me a hit..."

Fan Yue writhed restlessly on the bed, his emotions teetering on the edge of collapse.

At this point, Ding Fan ignored Fan Yue's thrashing, sterilized a needle in his hand, and then proceeded to remove the socks from Fan Yue's right foot.

Ding Fan held Fan Yue's right foot with one hand while skillfully inserting a long Silver Needle into the tender flesh between the big toe and second toe of the foot with the other hand.

The acupuncture technique Ding Fan used was different from traditional methods, as he inserted the entire inch-long Silver Needle in one go.

Mu Zi, who didn't understand Chinese medicine, and the detoxification expert beside him both winced in sympathy.

"Old Fan, does this kid know what he's doing? He's driven such a long Silver Needle into the Second Young Master's foot; isn't this harming him?" the man in the white coat said as he walked over to Old Fan.

At this time, Old Fan completely ignored the man beside him, his eyes wide open with a trace of astonishment flitting across his gaze.

Others might not understand Ding Fan's technique, but the Elder could comprehend a thing or two.

After all, he was hailed as a divine Doctor.

Although the Elder did not know the name of the technique Ding Fan was using, he had seen it in ancient medical books. The Medical Book had mentioned that this technique was extremely intricate, requiring Qi Control Needle mastery. Could it be that Ding Fan, at such a young age, had already reached a level that even he had not attained?

Ding Fan was fully focused and didn't care about how others viewed him. After inserting that needle, he took out another Silver Needle, sterilized it, and then pricked the corresponding spot on Fan Yue's other foot.

After these two needles went in, the previously uncontrollable Fan Yue suddenly quieted down, his emotions stabilizing.

Now, the only sign of distress in Fan Yue was a slightly rapid breathing.

"How is this possible?" The middle-aged man in the white coat looked at Fan Yue on the bed with disbelief.

Just moments ago, Fan Yue was utterly frantic, and without the iron chains on the bed, he probably could have mauled someone to death.

Sedatives had been administered and calming techniques used, but nothing had been effective. Yet, this same furious man was pacified immediately after Ding Fan's two needles.

This was too unscientific!

Old Fan's eyes also lit up. In Xingcheng, he was known as a divine Doctor, and his acupuncture skills were something he took great pride in. However, even he couldn't calm a manic patient with a single needle like Ding Fan did.

Old Fan couldn't help but take a second look at Ding Fan, his heart now holding a sliver more of hope that Ding Fan could successfully help his son detox.

"See that? How impressive my Brother Fan is, just two needles and the patient calms down immediately. Can you do that?" Mu Zi taunted the middle-aged man mercilessly.

The middle-aged man's face turned crimson with embarrassment.

He wanted to retort, but he had no ground to stand on. Ding Fan had succeeded where he had failed.

"Don't be hasty, detoxification and sedation are two different things," the middle-aged man managed to say through his flushed face.

"Well then, let's wait and see..." Mu Zi responded nonchalantly.

By the bedside, after Ding Fan had calmed Fan Yue with two Silver Needles, he grabbed the rest of the needles all at once and began to sterilize them over the alcohol lamp, while simultaneously tearing off Fan Yue's shirt with his other hand.

Once Ding Fan had finished sterilizing all the needles in his hand, he stood up and swiftly started inserting the Silver Needles into Fan Yue's chest.

Ding Fan's hands moved so fast they left afterimages.

The middle-aged man in the white coat was stunned. "Is this some kind of acrobatic performance?"...