As he spoke, Jin Youcai took off his coat and clothes, leaving only his red underwear, and lay down on the rock.
The midday sun was scorching hot, and the stones were burning hot, but Jin Youcai was shivering from the cold, his face pale.
Zhang Fan held the silver needle, his deep pupils reflecting a silvery light.
"The cold poison has penetrated deep into your bone marrow. It will be very painful to remove it. You cannot stop halfway through, or you will lose your life."
Jin Youcai showed no fear: "Come on."
He had been tormented by this drought disease for most of his life, and when he finally heard that there was a chance to cure it, he was determined to give it a try.
He concentrated his mind and, with a flick of his wrist, sent the silver needle flying from his palm, landing steadily on the acupoint.
Jin Youcai trembled even more violently, clenching his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging, and he still couldn't help but let out painful cries.
Ji Zhi felt a chill creeping up his feet, so cold it was frightening. He shivered and instinctively took two steps back.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed that Jin Youcai was enveloped in a layer of mist.
It turned out that the cold air was coming from Jin Youcai's body. The cold air and the heat air mixed together to form a layer of fog.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was all special effects.
Ji Zhi was so surprised that his jaw dropped again, and he admired Zhang Fan even more.
Only Dr. Zhang has this skill.
Zhang Fan channeled his spiritual energy into the silver needles, which then flowed into Jin Youcai's body. The chill intensified, and the mist filled the air, making it feel like air conditioning under the scorching sun.
"Ah—" Jin Youcai twisted his body like a shrimp.
Zhang Fan said calmly, "Bear with it, or all your previous efforts will be in vain."
Upon hearing this, Jin Youcai gripped the stone with his fingers, his teeth almost grinding to powder, forcing himself to endure.
"Pervert, put your clothes on right now, or I'll call the police and say you're committing indecent acts!" a shrill female voice rang out. "Go to hell!"
A dark shadow flew over at an extremely fast speed. Zhang Fan stretched out his left hand and chopped it down, instantly turning a stone the size of a walnut into dust.
Distracted for a moment, Jin Youcai shivered, and a layer of frost crept onto the silver needles on his body.
Zhang Fan steadied his focus and channeled his spiritual energy evenly into the silver needles on Jin Youcai's body.
Interrupting his treatment almost caused Jin Youcai to get into trouble.
As Zhang Fan channeled his spiritual power, his cold eyes turned toward the source of the sound. He saw Shen Ping holding a phone, reaching through the fence to take pictures.
This is a villa area, and each house is separated by a fence. Chen Ping lives next to Jin Youcai.
Ji Zhiyi was furious when he saw that it was the woman who had humiliated Zhang Fan yesterday. He said coldly, "You went to someone's house and took pictures of their naked body. How shameless!"
Shen Ping was so angry that her face twisted in anger: "You guys are being indecent by showing yourselves outside."
Jin Youcai wanted to slap Shen Ping again, but he was undergoing treatment and dared not move, so he could only endure it.
Shen Ping looked at Zhang Fan and said disdainfully, "Zhang Fan, I heard you became an idiot after you got beaten up. I don't think you're an idiot at all. You hooked up with this nouveau riche and went to male parties. How disgusting!"
Seeing that Jin Youcai's condition was almost stable, Zhang Fan glanced at the distorted, surgically altered face, immediately looked away in disgust, feeling as if his eyes had been violated, and said indifferently, "Your nose is crooked."
Shen Ping screamed and covered her face, immediately taking a selfie with her phone. She looked at it from various angles, especially her nose. After being knocked crooked yesterday, she was afraid that people would discover her fake nose, so she made the difficult decision to take it back.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with her nose, she became so angry that her nostrils flared, and she pointed at Zhang Fan and started cursing: "Zhang Fan, you... ptooey ptooey ptooey."
Zhang Fan disliked her shrill voice, and while she was speaking, he unleashed a burst of spiritual energy at the tree above Chen Ping.
The branches vibrated, the leaves rustled, and something fell down, landing right in Shen Ping's mouth.
Shen Ping felt like she had swallowed a mouthful of mud, and there was a buzzing sound in her ears. Just as she was about to start cursing, she suddenly realized something was wrong. Why didn't her tongue feel like her own?
She looked down and saw a hornet's nest not far from the ground.
A tremendous fear shot through her toes, and Shen Ping's screams echoed through the sky. Her face was filled with terror as she covered her head and ran away.
The wasps buzzed and chased after her.
Watching Shen Ping flee in panic, a cold glint flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes. This was just an appetizer; he would make those two bitches pay a terrible price.
He calmed his mind and continued to circulate his spiritual energy throughout Jin Youcai's body, removing the deep-seated cold poison.
What time is it?
Ji Zhi: "12:58."
Noon is from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m., and it will be over in two minutes.
The cold poison in Jin Youcai's body has been removed by less than 70%. The cold poison must be completely removed before noon, otherwise all previous efforts will be in vain and the cold poison will become even more serious.
Zhang Fan: "Tell me the time."
Zhang Fan: "There's no time left, I need to increase the force."
Before Jin Youcai could answer, Zhang Fan increased the force. Jin Youcai felt as if his bones were being shattered and countless blunt knives were cutting into his flesh. He was in so much pain that his body convulsed, and he couldn't bear it any longer and fainted.
Seeing Zhang Fan's serious expression, Ji Zhi also became nervous and called out the time on his phone: "59...30...3, 2, 1, 0."
As the final sound faded, Zhang Fan shoved Jin Youcai hard, causing him to cough up a mouthful of thick, black blood.
Ji Zhi was stunned with fright. Could someone have died? After a long while, he finally came to his senses and stammered, "Dr. Zhang... Dr. Zhang, he wouldn't... be dead, would he?"
Zhang Fan: "That's about it."
Ji Zhi nodded in satisfaction, then realized what he meant and his eyes widened suddenly.
Oh no, if Doctor Zhang really kills someone, won't he go to jail?
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