Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

When Zhao Shiren spoke, the Han family was immediately startled. Han Jianping hurriedly asked, "Dr. Zhao, what exactly is wrong with my father?"

Zhao Shiren replied with a grave expression, "If I'm not mistaken, Elder Han must have been injured in the past and has chronic conditions. This, combined with a recent irregular schedule and certain external factors, has led to his current comatose state."

Han Jianping quickly asked, "Then, Dr. Zhao, do you have a way to treat him?"

"I'll do my best. It shouldn't be a problem."

Han Jianping was overjoyed. "Then we're in your debt, Dr. Zhao!"

Zhao Shiren smiled faintly and, taking a silver needle in hand, immediately began the treatment. The silver needle was incredibly agile in his hands. His technique was skilled, involving a series of intricate movements like pinching, inserting, twirling, and flicking. Standing aside, Zhao Dong observed Zhao Shiren's hand movements and raised an eyebrow. Others might not have recognized the technique, but he did.

The Mystic Sky Technique documented eighty-one supreme acupuncture methods passed down from ancient times. Each one had the power to bring the dead back to life, regrow flesh on bone, and snatch a soul from the gates of Hell. Zhao Shiren was currently employing one of them: the Soul Reviving Seven Absolute Needles!

The Soul Reviving Seven Absolute Needles technique was incredibly profound and complex. Just comprehending the first needle was a rare feat; some practitioners couldn't manage it in their entire lifetime. Anyone who did was considered a highly gifted physician. Mastering two needles could earn one a great reputation, and mastering three was enough to be called a divine doctor.

As Zhao Shiren's needling continued, Zhao Dong's expression shifted slightly. Zhao Shiren was indeed performing the first three needles of the Soul Reviving Seven Absolute Needles—and it was clear that he only knew those three. After finishing, Zhao Shiren felt somewhat drained. Applying the needles was extremely taxing on one's mind, spirit, and blood qi; it looked simple, but the cost was immense.

Soon, Han Qingtian's body was covered in silver needles. Zhao Shiren withdrew them and smiled. "It should be fine now. Elder Han should wake up within ten minutes."

Zhao Dong, who had been standing silently by, suddenly spoke up. "That technique is flawed. Elder Han won't wake up from it."

The Han family was stunned. Han Jianping's face clouded over with anger. "You, Zhao! It's not your place to speak here! Say one more word and get out!"

Zhao Shiren also looked displeased. He sized Zhao Dong up and said, "Young man, in all of East Sea, no one has ever claimed my acupuncture has flaws. I don't mean to boast, but I, Zhao Shiren, am the number one acupuncturist in East Sea. Besides, who are you to question me?"

Han Jianping quickly placated him. "Dr. Zhao, just ignore him. I know his background. He has no medical skills whatsoever and is just trying to make a spectacle of himself."

Zhao Dong shook his head and said coolly, "I was kindly reminding you that the technique is useless, but you refuse to appreciate it. How ignorant."

Zhao Shiren's expression changed instantly, and he roared in fury, "You insolent brat! I, Zhao Shiren, have been practicing medicine for years and have never met such an impudent whelp! Mr. Han, if you don't kick him out, then I'll be the one to leave!"

Livid, Zhao Shiren flicked his sleeves and stormed away.

Greatly alarmed, Han Jianping hurriedly stopped Zhao Shiren before whirling around to yell at Zhao Dong, "Zhao Dong, get out! If you don't leave now, I'll have security throw you out. This is the Han estate, and we won't tolerate your insolence!"

Han Chuxue furrowed her brows. "Dad, maybe Zhao Dong really does have some skill. Why not let him stay and take a look?"

"Skill? What skill could he possibly have? He's just a snot-nosed kid! Are you seriously counting on him? Get him out of here!" Han Jianping raged.

Zhao Dong gave a cold smirk. "Such ignorance. In less than ten minutes, something will happen to Elder Han. Don't come crying to me then."

"How dare you curse my father!" Han Jianping bellowed. "Men, throw this brat out!"

"Don't regret it," Zhao Dong said coolly before turning to leave without another glance.

Han Chuxue was taken aback. She was about to call out to him, but he had already vanished. Watching Zhao Dong leave, Han Jianping's anger subsided slightly. He turned to Han Chuxue and said irritably, "Chuxue, from now on, you are forbidden from associating with this Zhao Dong! He has no backing and is just a punk who relies on a bit of fighting skill. He has already offended the Xiao Family of the Provincial City, and on top of that, he's arrogant. He won't even know what hit him when he ends up dead!"

Han Chuxue bit her lip, her expression growing complicated. Who would have thought... my body has already been taken by him… The thought sent a wave of depression and frustration through her.

Soon, nearly ten minutes had passed. Han Qingtian remained motionless, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Han Jianping grew anxious. "Dr. Zhao, why hasn't my father woken up yet?"

Zhao Shiren frowned and stepped forward to examine him. "This is strange. He should have woken up by now. I've already used the needles to regulate his qi and blood and even cleared his blocked vessels. He should have responded!"

Standing by, Han Chuxue's palms grew sweaty with worry as she recalled Zhao Dong's parting words. Could he have been right?

The next second, before anyone could react, Elder Han suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood. His entire body began to tremble violently, and the medical monitors attached to him shrieked with piercing alarms.

"Dr. Zhao, what's happening?" Han Jianping cried out in a panic. "Why is this happening?!"

Zhao Shiren was also flustered. He quickly took out his silver needles to perform the technique again, but it had no effect. In fact, Han Qingtian's tremors grew more violent. His face turned deathly pale, his breathing became whisper-thin, and his heart rate plummeted to a near-fatal level.

Panicked and ghastly pale, Zhao Shiren stammered, "Mr. Han, I… this… I don't know what's wrong! This shouldn't be happening!"

Han Jianping was so angry he felt like he could spit blood. "You're the one who treated him! How can you not know what's going on?!"

From the side, Han Jian'an coolly interjected, "Big Brother, you were the one who found this doctor. If something truly happens to Father, you won't be able to escape responsibility."

Han Jianping's face turned ashen. He panicked. If Han Qingtian really died under his care, he wouldn't just lose his claim to the position of family head—he'd be lucky not to be expelled from the family entirely. Beside him, Han Chuxue finally broke down, clinging to Han Qingtian and sobbing his name.

Suddenly, Zhao Shiren exclaimed, "Wait! Mr. Han, what if we let that young man from before give it a try?"

"Zhao Dong?" Han Jianping scoffed. "He doesn't know anything about medicine. What good would that do?"

Han Jian'an, however, made a snap decision. Without another word, he bolted from the room.

Zhao Dong hadn't gone far. Han Jian'an spotted him hailing a taxi at the gate of the Han estate and urgently called out, "Brother Zhao, wait!"

Zhao Dong furrowed his brows as he watched the breathless Han Jian'an run up to him. "What is it?" he asked coolly.

Panting heavily, Han Jian'an said with a bitter expression, "Brother Zhao, just as you predicted… my father… he's in trouble!"

Zhao Dong gave a cold smirk. "And what does that have to do with me?"

"Brother Zhao, it was my older brother who was disrespectful earlier," Han Jian'an said apologetically. "I, on the other hand, never meant you any harm. I've always believed you were no ordinary person. Please, I beg you to save my father!"

Zhao Dong remained unmoved.

Han Jian'an gritted his teeth. "Brother Zhao, you said it yourself that he has helped you in the past. Can you really bear to watch him die? Furthermore, if you are willing to help, I will personally pay you a consultation fee of ten million, plus ownership of a hotel!"

Zhao Dong raised an eyebrow. He looked at Han Jian'an and asked lightly, "That's worth quite a lot. Are you sure?"

"I, Han Jian'an, am a man of my word!" he declared sincerely.

Zhao Dong clapped him on the shoulder with a faint smile. "I like doing business with smart people."

With that, Zhao Dong turned and headed back toward the Han family villa. Han Jian'an stared after his departing figure for a moment before quickly following.

They quickly returned to the sickroom, which was in utter chaos. Zhao Shiren was sweating profusely, completely at a loss. Without a second thought, Zhao Dong shoved him aside and snatched the silver needles from his hand.

"Zhao Dong, don't be reckless! Calm down!" Han Chuxue cried out in alarm.

But Zhao Dong simply flicked his wrist. The needles in his grasp flew like streaks of light, instantly sinking into various acupoints on Han Qingtian's body. His movements were fast, precise, and decisive.

The violently trembling body of Han Qingtian immediately stilled. Everyone was stunned.

Han Chuxue's face was a mask of astonishment and disbelief. Zhao Dong… he really knows medicine?

Beside them, Zhao Shiren's expression shifted from shock to disbelief, and finally, to fervent adoration. He recognized the technique! Zhao Dong was using the Soul Reviving Seven Absolute Needles!

With a thud, he dropped to his knees before Zhao Dong, determined to ask to become his disciple.

Zhao Dong paid him no mind, but the rest of the Han family stared, dumbfounded. Why on earth was the great Dr. Zhao kneeling?

Ignoring the scene, Zhao Dong continued to apply the needles to Han Qingtian's body until it was covered. Finally, Zhao Dong formed a sword finger with two fingers and pressed down on several of Han Qingtian's acupoints.

"Three… two… one… wake up!"

As Zhao Dong spoke the last word, Han Qingtian coughed up a great mouthful of black blood and slowly opened his eyes.