Chapter 067: Stab Them Hard for Me

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhen’s expression changed dramatically. He glared fiercely at Tong Yunrou and scolded her on the spot. “Such a trivial matter does not require the intervention of our Grandmaster! I, his humble disciple, am more than capable of administering the acupuncture. How dare you, in your ignorance, insult our Grandmaster like this?!”

Clearly, Tong Yunrou’s attempt at flattery had entirely misfired.

Embarrassed by Liu Zhen’s retort, Tong Yunrou’s smile grew stiff. How had she insulted his Grandmaster, anyway?!

As the eldest daughter of the Tong family, she felt a flash of irritation but forced a smile and asked, “I heard that this student Bai and Xingye are about the same age. How could she possibly be your Grandmaster, Master Liu?”

No one expected Liu Zhen’s mustache to quiver as he answered, righteously, “The Grandmaster imparted medical skills to me in a dream.”

Everyone present was dumbfounded, at a loss for words.

Had Master Liu still not woken up? In a dream? Really?

Standing off in the corner, Duan Feihan’s eyes, dark as midnight, briefly flickered with surprise and doubt. A dream? He suddenly recalled his own dream that night—another nightmare, but this time, a young girl had appeared, like a beam of light illuminating the terror.

With a swift flick of his sleeve, Liu Zhen snorted coldly. “What do children know of the Grandmaster’s profound medical arts? Now that Mr. Duan’s medicinal bath is finished, quickly take me in so I may begin the acupuncture!”

Everyone in the Duan household wore complex expressions. Watching Master Liu—who’d been at odds with that high school girl just days before—now singing her praises, they couldn’t help but wonder if he was under some kind of spell.

Master Liu began the acupuncture while everyone else in the Duan family waited outside.

Not long after, the old master’s agonized screams echoed from the bedroom.

In the dream, the Grandmaster had said, “Stab—stab hard! The louder the screaming, the better your skills!”

Watching the old master turn deathly pale as sweat streamed down his face, Liu Zhen grew happier and picked up the pace, treating the acupuncture points as though he were working on a slab of dead meat.

The wails of pain were endless.

Outside, the butler exclaimed in delight, “Truly, Master Liu lives up to his reputation! The old master was barely breathing moments ago, but just listen to those cries—surely the hands of a master physician! Well done!”

A vein pulsed on Duan Feihan’s forehead. Was his father really fine, crying out like that?

Suddenly, the image of the mischievous, stunningly beautiful girl flashed through his mind. Somehow, he felt this was all her doing—a calculated act of revenge.

Duan Feihan tugged at the corner of his mouth, a faint smile flickering in his eyes.

Twenty minutes later, Liu Zhen strode out, chest puffed with pride, followed by the frail, skeletal old master, who was shakily escorted by a nurse.

In an instant, everyone in the Duan household crowded around.

“The old master can walk? Master Liu’s skills are truly extraordinary!”

They had all thought the old master was beyond saving, yet here he was, able to walk!

Liu Zhen shot them a sidelong glance and corrected, “It’s the Grandmaster whose skills are remarkable. I have only scratched the surface.”

Everyone nearly dropped their jaws in shock. They all remembered how arrogant Liu Zhen had been when he first met Bai Chuwei, and now he looked for all the world like her number one fan.

Watching his sweat-soaked father, Duan Feihan turned to Liu Zhen. “Master Liu, how many more sessions will my father need?”

“According to the Grandmaster’s estimate, with medicine, medicinal baths, and the Thirteen Spiritual Acupuncture Points, he should be fully recovered within a week,” Liu Zhen declared, proud as a rooster but secretly a little ashamed.

He’d heard that if the Grandmaster herself took charge, it would take only three days instead of a week! It was only because of his own poor aptitude that a week was necessary.

Everyone present drew a sharp breath. To cure advanced stomach cancer in a week—who would believe it if word got out? This was truly the work of a miracle doctor!