Bai Rou'er's mind went blank, and her lips trembled with fear.

"Zhao Lin's son says he was killed by your treatment and is looking for you everywhere."

Zhang Fan had just treated Zhao Lin when Zhao Lin died. If word got out, wouldn't it make Zhang Fan look like a murderer?

Bai Rou'er's hand holding the phone was trembling: "Anyway, no one knows where you are. I'll take you back first and let you lay low for a while."

“Your medical skills are so superb. You cured my father. Let my father come out and testify for them. That way, you can clear your name.”

Zhang Fan gripped Bai Rou'er's hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white; her small hand was as cold as ice.

"If the other party is deliberately trying to cause trouble, they won't believe you."

Bai Rou'er was completely at a loss: "What should we do? I don't want you to go to jail!"

Zhang Fan used both hands to comfort Bai Rou'er: "My diagnosis won't be wrong. Zhao Lin couldn't have died from the treatment. His death must have been for some other reason. In any case, let's go and see what happened first."

With Zhang Fan's reassurance, Bai Rou'er gradually calmed down and began to trust him.

Upon arriving at the Kelai Restaurant, they found Zhao Lin lying stiffly on the ground, his face ashen and his lips black.

A young man, about twenty years old, was holding Zhao Lin's hand and crying, his emotions running high.

Ji Zhi and Chen Yao whispered words of comfort to each other, while Qing Tuo and several employees living in the restaurant stood helplessly to the side.

Upon seeing Zhang Fan, Qing Tuo quietly moved closer and whispered, "Zhang Fan, what brings you here? Didn't I call Miss to tell you to leave?"

Zhang Fan: "Since someone is slandering me, of course I have to come and see."

The noise was so loud that Qinto couldn't stop it and was extremely anxious standing by.

Upon hearing this, the man stopped crying and rushed forward to beat Zhang Fan, but was stopped by Qingtuo and the others: "It was you who treated my father's illness and caused his death!"

Zhang Fan ignored him, walked closer to Zhao Lin, half-squatted down and placed his hand on Zhao Lin's pulse.

Just as he expected, Zhao Lin still had a breath left, but the Seven Flower Powder, which had been suppressed by the Stone Rock Fish, was now like a caged beast that had broken free, impacting Zhao Lin's internal organs and threatening to kill him at any moment.

"Don't touch my dad! I'm going to kill you!" Zhao Shuang's eyes were bloodshot as she struggled harder.

Zhang Fan: "Your father isn't dead yet, but if you keep making a scene, he really will!"

"Still trying to deny it? You're trying to destroy the evidence, but I won't let you succeed!"

Zhang Fan: "Shut up!"

It's not even 8 o'clock yet, and many shops are still closed.

Zhang Fan called Liu Li and said he needed silver needles.

Liu Li: "The Wang brothers are staying at the shop, so I asked Wang Yi to bring over some silver needles."

Zhao Shuang remained agitated and made a lot of noise, saying that Zhang Fan wanted to destroy the evidence.

Bai Rou'er explained, "Young Master Zhao, my father was on the verge of death, but Zhang Fan saved him. His medical skills are superb."

Zhao Shuang wouldn't listen to Bai Rou'er at all: "You're all in cahoots! Zhang Fan even tried to prick my dad with a needle! My dad has always been kind to others, how vicious of you!"

Having witnessed Zhang Fan's abilities, Chen Yao then advised, "Young Master, the boss acknowledges Dr. Zhang's medical skills. Why not let Zhang Fan give it a try?"

Zhao Shuang's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on her neck bulged as she gritted her teeth and said, "Chen Yao, you've been bribed by Zhang Fan. You're fired!"

"And you too, you failed to protect my father, you got fired too!" Zhao Shuang glared at Ji Zhi, who was about to speak.

"And you all, you are all Zhang Fan's accomplices, I will definitely hold you accountable!"

Just then, Wang Yi arrived, panting, carrying an acupuncture bag.

Zhao Shuang glared at Wang Yi, her pupils suddenly dilating, and said emotionally, "No, you can't touch my dad."

Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow: "Are you hoping your father will die soon so you can inherit his fortune?"

A fleeting hint of guilt flashed in Zhao Shuang's eyes, but it didn't escape Zhang Fan's sharp eyes.

However, Zhang Fan didn't expose him. The most urgent thing was to wake Zhao Lin up, since the other party was a major client.

Zhao Shuang tried to stop them, but she was currently being controlled by Qing Tuo and the others and couldn't break free at all, so she could only watch helplessly.

Zhang Fan opened the acupuncture bag, and with a flick of his wrist, nine silver needles landed in his palm.

"No!" Zhao Shuang roared, "As long as you let my father go, I can let bygones be bygones for what he did to my father."

Zhang Fan's cold gaze swept over: "Really?"

Zhao Shuang nodded solemnly: "As long as you admit that it was your poor medical skills that caused the death, and promise never to practice medicine again."

He closed his eyes, seemingly enduring inner torment, with an air of righteous indignation.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly: "What if I say no?"

He held a silver needle, ready to drop it.

Zhao Shuang's voice cracked with anxiety: "Let my father go, I'll do whatever you ask for."

His eyes instantly reddened: "I just want my dad to leave this world safely, please."

Zhao Shuang, who had been arrogant just moments before, looked dejected and pleading in her eyes.

Zhang Fan nodded; "The conditions you mentioned are very tempting."

Zhao Shuang visibly breathed a sigh of relief, forcing a smile: "It's so good that you think that way... Ah! What are you doing!"

Zhang Fan flicked his finger, and a silver needle landed steadily on Zhao Lin's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint, protecting his heart meridian.

With a flick of the fingers, silver needles landed one after another on each of the shoulders, arms, legs, and collarbone.

The speed was extremely fast; onlookers only saw a few afterimages before the silver needles were already inserted into the corresponding acupoints.

Zhang Fan secretly released his spiritual power and injected it into several silver needles.

The needle's tail vibrated at an extremely high frequency. Sunlight poured down, landing precisely on the silver needle, which refracted a dazzling golden light, so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

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