"Everyone here, take note! This old man has nothing to do with me—don't try to extort me!" Chen Xinan shouted.
"And that beggar too—if you get someone killed with all those needles, don't blame me!"
The shop attendant stood at the door, looking utterly unconcerned, as though nothing happening here had anything to do with her. Around her, staff from nearby boutiques had gathered, cracking sunflower seeds and enjoying the spectacle.
Normally, Chen Xinan would never tolerate such nonsense. He'd have gone over first thing in the morning to teach them a lesson! But now there was no time—this old man was in real danger. And since he had spoken up for Chen Xinan's honor earlier, Chen Xinan couldn't just stand by.
The silver needles were already positioned on the key acupoints around the elder's heart, but the old man showed no improvement. His complexion grew paler by the second—he wasn't going to make it at this rate.
"Yeah right, this guy's all show! Bet he's faking!" muttered one onlooker.
"Probably a heart attack. Hey, kid, listen up—heart attacks need treatment within two hours. Get him to a hospital, or he's done!"
"Don't bite off more than you can chew! You're no doctor; why are you messing around here?"
The crowd bombarded Chen Xinan with their useless advice, none offering real help. Chen Xinan snapped.
"Shut the hell up!" he roared.
The group went silent immediately. Phones lowered, mouths shut.
"This guy's crazy!" muttered someone under their breath.
Chen Xinan, satisfied with their shock, spat on the floor, gently removed the silver needles, and then—without warning—delivered a fist straight to the elder's chest.
Before anyone could react, his other fist followed, then the right, then left again—he repeated the sequence until the old man had taken five or six precise punches to his chest.
The crowd gawked.
This guy had gone mad! Was he saving or attacking? Phones lifted, ready to record the disaster for the police.
Then, miraculously, the elder coughed twice and raised his right hand, waving weakly at Chen Xinan.
He was alive?
The crowd froze. How could the old man have survived a beating like that?
Chen Xinan instructed him firmly, "Lie still! Your heart's in trouble. I'm pressing and massaging it to relieve it temporarily. Later, I'll give you a prescription—get the herbs from the pharmacy and take them every day."
The shop owner, who had been standing quietly, finally gasped. A middle-aged man came running over.
"There's a beggar in the store. I told him to leave, but the old man intervened. It wasn't my fault!" the attendant tried to explain.
"Silence!" the elder barked, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Don't lie to me. Stand down and apologize!"
Chen Xinan introduced himself casually, grinning. "I'm Chen Xinan, from Qingniu Mountain. No phone, no contacts—finding me is easy for you, hard for me!"
The elder, Shen Changsheng, eyes sparkling, handed him a business card after laughing heartily. It bore the Haidong Chamber of Commerce's name, his own, and a phone number. Chen Xinan pocketed it without a second thought.
Xiao Zhou, who had been following, finally found him. "I told you to wait outside! I picked some clothes for you—go try them!"
Chen Xinan pointed to the blue Hanfu in the window. "This one caught my eye."
Xiao Zhou's jaw dropped. "Do you know where this is? This is the most exclusive Hanfu store in Dongshan! Nothing here costs less than a hundred thousand! Can you even afford it?"
Before she could finish, the elder smiled. "Chen, whichever set you like, just tell me. I'll buy it for you as a gift, to repay your life-saving act."
Xiao Zhou froze, stunned. And just as she was trying to process that, the elder added with a mischievous glint:
"Today, everything in this store is for you two—gifts, not for sale."
Chen Xinan's unconventional heroics and fearless attitude not only saved a life but instantly earned him a reward most people could only dream of. Even the high-end world of Dongshan's luxury market bowed to him.