"Lulu, you're still young. You don't have to go this far. Let me do it."
Lin Liping realized her words were rather inappropriate and quickly laughed to defuse the awkwardness.
Feng Lulu had just come of age. It was indeed inappropriate for a man to give her a chest massage.
"Auntie, you can't take this opportunity from me..."
Feng Lulu's expression turned very serious. "If Jiang Xinghai's medical skills are really that miraculous, we can ask him to help Jishan Hall regain its former glory. So I don't care about these worldly formalities."
With that, she dialed Jiang Xinghai's number and got straight to the point. "I've thought it over. Come and... give me that massage."
"I don't have time right now. We'll have to reschedule." Jiang Xinghai was driving.
"Then let's do it this afternoon!"
Feng Lulu's voice suddenly softened. "I'm free this afternoon, okay?"
"Fine. Then go wash up and wait for me." Jiang Xinghai was about to hang up.
"Wash up and wait for you?"
Feng Lulu's face instantly flushed crimson, but Jiang Xinghai had already hung up.
He was about to arrive at the Hospital.
Now that he had captured Sophie, it was time to put his plan into action.
Outside the hospital operating room.
A man with a full beard sat with an ashen face, staring silently at the operating room doors.
Beside him, several elders and younger men also sat with furrowed brows, lost in somber silence.
Finally, the operating room doors opened.
"Mr. Wang, Young Master Wang..."
Several attending physicians rushed toward the bearded man.
"Just say it. How badly is my son, Junhao, injured?"
This bearded man in his fifties was none other than the Patriarch of the Wang Family, one of Jizhou's Four Great Martial Arts Clans—Wang Zhenlin!
"Mr. Wang, Young Master Wang's life is no longer in danger, but..."
The attending physician stammered, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"But what? Spit it out!" Wang Zhenlin's gaze was like a torch as he reached out and lifted the doctor off the ground.
"Young Master Wang suffered a severe blow to his lower body... For the rest of his life, I'm afraid he won't be able to be a man..."
As the attending physician spoke these words, Wang Zhenlin slammed him brutally to the floor.
"Bastard!!!"
A bone-chilling aura erupted from Wang Zhenlin, striking fear into the hearts of everyone present.
This was a man who could make all of Jizhou tremble just by stamping his foot!
"Junhao, my son!"
Wang Zhenlin stared intently at Wang Junhao being wheeled out of the operating room, then slammed a fist into the wall.
The wall cracked, leaving behind a fist-shaped crater!
'His son can no longer be a man?'
For any man, this was an absolute, monstrous humiliation!
For the Wang Family, it was a blatant provocation, like being viciously slapped across the face!
If this matter wasn't resolved, how could the Wang Family ever show their faces in Jizhou again?
Wang Zhenlin was a man of great self-control. Even burning with rage, he suppressed his violent impulses. "Send out the order: a reward of one million for any leads. If the lead is confirmed and the perpetrator is caught, the reward will be five million!"
With that, he turned and strode toward Wang Junhao's hospital room.
「Not long after.」
"Patriarch..."
A black-robed elder came to the door of the room and called out softly, "A young man calling himself Jiang Xinghai is outside. He claims he can treat Young Master Wang's condition."
"Jiang Xinghai?"
Wang Zhenlin's sharp eyes narrowed; the name meant nothing to him. "Bring him in. I'd like to see just how capable this man really is!"
The door opened, and Jiang Xinghai walked in, pulling a suitcase behind him.
The two men's eyes met, their sharp auras clashing.
"Hiss!"
In the end, Wang Zhenlin couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath, subconsciously looking away from Jiang Xinghai's gaze.
It was a gaze that seemed to look down upon the entire world!
It was as if this man had walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, making it impossible for him to meet his eyes!
'And I'm a Half-step Master!'
In all of Jizhou, there were very, very few people who could make him avert his gaze!
"I have a single needle that can bring the dead to life and flesh out bare bones. It's worth ten million. Is it of use to you?"
Jiang Xinghai said this while glancing at the unconscious Wang Junhao, his gaze once again pressing down on Wang Zhenlin.
His parents had met with disaster five years ago, and the Wang Family was a prime suspect!
He had come today to make the Wang Family understand that he not only possessed extraordinary medical skills but also wielded world-shaking power.
"You say you have a method to bring the dead to life and flesh out bare bones? And it's worth ten million?"
Wang Zhenlin stared blankly at the imposing Jiang Xinghai, silent for a long moment.
At first, he had been stunned by Jiang Xinghai's aura, and an inexplicable sense of awe had even risen in his heart.
But now, the man was boasting so shamelessly, spouting such unrealistic nonsense. At best, he was just a con artist!
"Patriarch, it is said that a Divine Technique to bring the dead to life and flesh out bare bones did once exist in this world."
Just then, the black-robed elder beside him looked at Wang Zhenlin. "However, that Divine Technique was lost long ago. Don't believe this kid's wild claims. Just tell him to get lost."
Wang Zhenlin nodded, his thoughts aligning with the elder's!
The black-robed elder glared at Jiang Xinghai. "An arrogant braggart like you is not worthy of standing here. Get out!"
"SLAP!"
However, Jiang Xinghai casually backhanded the black-robed elder across the face.
The force he used in that slap was perfectly controlled.
It was enough to cause pain, but not enough to be fatal.
"You hit me?!"
The black-robed elder flew into a rage, his face flushing red as his mind went blank.
'I'm a Martial Arts Grandmaster!'
'And yet, I was completely defenseless against this young man, Jiang Xinghai...'
'This isn't normal!'
"That's right, I hit you, you old fool!"
Jiang Xinghai struck out with another slap, sending the black-robed elder flying into the corner of the room.
After a single spasm, he went still.
"What?"
Wang Zhenlin stared blankly at the scene, utterly horrified.
That black-robed elder was one of his Wang Family's Honored Guest Elders!
A dignified Martial Arts Grandmaster! A man of status and renown in Jizhou!
And yet—
he was struck down with just two slaps from Jiang Xinghai...
He rushed over and confirmed that the black-robed elder was no longer breathing!
He staggered backward and collapsed to the floor.
'My God!'
'How can this person be so terrifying?'
'Just what is the origin of this Jiang Xinghai?'
"Patriarch Wang, could it be that, as this old fool said, I, Jiang Xinghai, am not worthy of standing here?" Jiang Xinghai sneered.