Chapter 423: Chapter 423

Ding Fan's hands danced in the air, leaving nothing but afterimages in their wake.

The man in the white coat stared in dumbfounded astonishment, thinking to himself, was this some kind of acrobatic performance?

Mu Zi's eyes were wide open as he watched, taken utterly aback. Ding Fan was composed and graceful, exuding the air of a master. This mannerism of his was far more captivating than that of those effeminate guys who only knew how to pose.

"Brother Fan is so cool!"

While the man in the white coat and Mu Zi were both amused by the spectacle, Old Fan's expression became serious.

Laymen watch the excitement; experts watch the technique.

Ding Fan's hands moved swiftly, but each Silver Needle was inserted with extraordinary accuracy, and the force and angle of each needle were just right.

In Xingcheng, Old Fan was known as a Doctor, and acupuncture was one of his most exceptional skills. Yet even he could not achieve what Ding Fan just did.

Such rapid identification of acupoints, such swift Acupuncture...

Ding Fan paid no attention to the shocked eyes of the people around him. In the blink of an eye, he had set all the Silver Needles in place. After doing so, he turned back to look at the doorway where everyone had already been dumbfounded.

"Old Fan, arrange for someone to remove the iron chains from the patient," Ding Fan said.

Old Fan hastily organized people to undo the chains binding Fan Yue. Ding Fan's earlier display increased Old Fan's trust in him.

Soon, someone had removed all the iron chains from Fan Yue. The chains had been meant to prevent him from going into a frenzy, worrying that he might harm himself or others.

The servant who unlocked the chains was somewhat fearful that Fan Yue might suddenly leap up from the bed in a frenzy. Yet at this moment, Fan Yue's eyes were half-closed, his breathing even, showing no sign of losing control.

After the chains were removed, Ding Fan walked over. He quietly circulated the True Qi within his body, focusing it on his right hand, and then his right hand suddenly passed over the Silver Needles.

The needles that Ding Fan's palm touched began to quiver uncontrollably, and eventually, all the needles began to sway in unison, giving off a buzzing sound as they resonated together.

Witnessing the trembling needle tips, not just Mu Zi and the middle-aged man, but even Old Fan, who was well-versed in acupuncture, had their eyes wide open.

This technique was utterly bizarre; every needle tip trembling together simultaneously. They had never seen or even heard of such a technique before.

By now, no one spoke inside the room; everyone just quietly watched Ding Fan's performance.

When the needles began to tremble, Ding Fan then abruptly pointed his fingers towards two major acupoints on Fan Yue's chest.

As Ding Fan's fingers touched the points, a stream of Blood Red Qi began to emanate from Fan Yue's heart, spreading through his body. Everyone present was stunned, never having seen such a method of treatment in their lives.

As the Blood Red Qi dispersed, Ding Fan began to rapidly remove the Silver Needles from his body. Once Ding Fan had removed all the Silver Needles, he suddenly lifted Fan Yue's legs with one hand, Fan Yue's large body dangling like a chick in Ding Fan's grasp.

Ding Fan then swung his other hand down fiercely.

Fan Yue spat out a mouthful of blood.

But the blood was thick and black, filled with black substances, interspersed with green chunks... The whole room was instantly filled with an unbearable stench...

Ding Fan struck three more palms in succession, and Fan Yue spewed out more foul blood. It wasn't until the third strike that the blood Fan Yue vomited turned a fresh red color.

Only then did Ding Fan lay Fan Yue back on the bed.

Ding Fan's method of treatment was so unusual that everyone inside the room was flabbergasted.

"Yue'er, how do you feel now?" Old Fan slowly approached Fan Yue.

Although Fan Yue's face was still as pale as death, a faint blush could be seen beneath his skin. His eyes, once dim and lifeless, were now tired yet lucid.

"Dad... I'm so hungry," Fan Yue said weakly.

A flicker of joy crossed Old Fan's eyes.

Just half an hour ago, Fan Yue was begging for a hit in a life-and-death struggle. Yet now, he didn't mention that craving at all; instead, he was claiming to be hungry.

"Young friend, is my son healed?" Old Fan looked towards Ding Fan, his voice trembling.

Suffering from drug addiction wasn't an ordeal just for Fan Yue; as a father in his sixties, Old Fan endured agonizing worry every day. What parent could bear to see their child fall into ruin?

Over the years, Old Fan had spared no effort to cure his youngest son of addiction.

They had tried numerous domestic and international detoxification products, even hiring experts to their home. But in the past two years, nothing had worked.

Each time Fan Yue's cravings hit, Old Fan couldn't bear to see his son suffering and would give him some drugs...

Every time his son had a drug relapse, it would inevitably lead to reckless havoc. But this time, upon waking up, Fan Yue wasn't asking for drugs, incredibly, he wanted food.

"Old Fan, your son won't suffer from drug addiction anymore. It's just that over the years, the noble son had been hollowed out by drugs. What remains now is the need to recuperate," Ding Fan said calmly.

The addiction would not relapse…

Really, it would not relapse…

The elderly Old Fan had tears welling up in his eyes. "Young friend, you wouldn't be deceiving me, would you... My son, he…"

Ding Fan shook his head. "I'm not deceiving you. Starting from today, your son will absolutely not relapse into addiction."

"Impossible!" At this moment, a middle-aged man in a white lab coat stood out. "Not even the special addiction treatment drugs from the United States can cure addiction in just a few hours. You just poked around randomly; how could it possibly be a complete detox…"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Old Fan also grew somewhat hesitant.

Drug addiction has always been a difficult issue around the world, and short-term, complete detox was not possible even in technologically advanced foreign countries.

Ding Fan could see the middle-aged man's hesitation and calmly suggested, "Old Fan, you could bring some drugs... To see how the noble son reacts, couldn't you?"

Old Fan suddenly nodded, and he quickly arranged for someone to prepare it. Read complete versıon only at 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁

Old Fan had always doted on his child, and over the years, whenever Fan Yue suffered while trying to detox, he would arrange for him to have some drugs to ease the pain.

Soon, a family member brought over the drugs.

Upon seeing the drugs, Fan Yue's eyes lit up. Then, he instinctively began to heat the drugs…

As he watched Fan Yue smoothly heating the drugs, Old Fan furrowed his brows; Fan Yue seemed no different from before.

The middle-aged man in the white lab coat scoffed. "You see, detoxing is not something that occurs overnight, it's a slow process."

At this time, Ding Fan appeared unruffled by the words of the man in the white lab coat, focusing quietly on Fan Yue's behavior instead.

After preparing the drugs, Fan Yue took out a straw and eagerly took a hit. However, after just one inhalation, he suddenly coughed violently, and his complexion turned extremely unsightly.

Spurt... Fan Fanyue spat out a mouthful of blood, fresh and bright red, with a few strands of black within it.

Seeing this, Old Fan's eyes brightened.

In the past, whenever Fan Yue used drugs, he would always appear as if in a trance, floating with desire. Such a nauseous reaction had never been observed before.

"Get this stuff away from me…" Fan Yue yelled at a nearby servant, eyeing the still smoking drugs with disgust.

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

There were withdrawal medications with such effects, creating an aversion to drugs upon scent, but he had tried them on Fan Yue before. Fan Yue's addiction was profound, and those medications never seemed to work.

The man in the white lab coat glanced at Ding Fan.

Who exactly was this man that he could make Fan Yue start to despise the smell of drugs?

"Fan Yue, don't you have any desire to take drugs right now?" the middle-aged man contemplated for a while before walking over and asking.

Generally, even if someone addicted to drugs feels repulsed by their smell with the help of medication, their body remains dependent on the drugs. The middle-aged man couldn't believe that in such a short time, Fan Yue could fully relinquish his dependence on drugs.

At this moment, Fan Yue had become calm, clearly sensing the feelings within his body.

After about five minutes, Fan Yue stood up with a look of amazement.

"Dad… I genuinely do not have the slightest urge to take drugs, and I feel as relaxed as I did before when I used them… I'm certain that from now on, I can stay away from drugs…" he said.

Detoxed? Successful detox?

Old Fan's eyes turned moist. "Son, are you telling the truth? Have you truly overcome it?"

Fan Yue nodded, then walked over to Old Fan and knelt before him with a thud. "Dad… these past years, you've spent so much effort on your unworthy son, I've been wrong… From now on, I will live righteously, I will respect you as I should…"

As Fan Yue spoke, he began to kowtow to Old Fan.

At that moment, Old Fan could no longer hold back his tears.

For many years, he had dreamed of his son breaking free from the shadow of drugs. All the efforts he had made, to little avail.

There had been times when Old Fan thought he would never live to see such a day, but Providence had smiled upon him, and that day had finally arrived.

"My child, there's a long road ahead of you, you must walk it well…" Old Fan lifted Fan Yue from the ground and said.