9: Chapter 9: The protagonist makes a mistake, the villain heals Lin Zhen.

The laughter and chatter in the banquet hall had not yet dissipated, and the celebrities under the crystal lights still held their wine glasses, their gazes lingering intentionally or unintentionally on Qin Yi, who sat at the main table.

This heir to the Qin Family usually exuded such a majestic and powerful aura that others found him intimidating, yet his gaze was unusually gentle when facing Lin Wanqing.

At this moment, Lin Wanqing sat beside him with curved brows and eyes, leaning in to whisper in his ear from time to time; the young girl's joy and reliance were undisguised, causing those around them to watch with envy.

Just then, Elder Lin at the head of the table suddenly let out a muffled groan.

His complexion, which had been quite rosy, instantly turned pale as paper, veins bulged on his forehead, his hands pressed tightly against his chest, his body began to convulse violently, a painful muffled sound escaped his throat, and he slid directly from his chair to the ground.

"Dad!"

"Grandpa!"

The couple, Lin Zhou and his wife, were so frightened that their expressions changed drastically; they hurriedly knelt down to support Patriarch Lin Zhen, their voices trembling: "Quick! Call a doctor! Where are the medical staff in the banquet hall?"

The scene was instantly in chaos, guests exclaimed as they crowded around, and the originally warm birthday banquet was instantly shrouded in panic.

Patriarch Lin Zhen curled up on the ground, covered in cold sweat, his features twisted, clearly enduring extreme pain.

This was not an ordinary illness, but an old injury left behind from a sneak attack by an enemy years ago, which had damaged his foundation. Over the years, he had visited famous doctors both domestically and abroad, but all were helpless, and he could only rely on medication to suppress it; he had not expected it to erupt suddenly at the birthday banquet today.

"Grandpa! Don't scare me!" Lin Wanqing cried like rain on pear blossoms, at a loss, her eyes red.

Just as everyone was in a panic, a steady voice suddenly rang out: "Let me try. I see that Elder Lin's condition is serious; if not treated immediately, there will be a danger to his life."

Chu Men stepped quickly out of the crowd, his expression confident, a trace of triumph flashing in his eyes.

This was the moment he had been waiting for!

Since childhood, he had been a genius in ancient martial arts and medicine, and his medical skills were personally taught by Qing Yuanzi, especially the Nine-Turn Golden Needles, which were claimed to be able to bring the dead back to life and specialize in treating all kinds of difficult and chronic illnesses.

To him, Elder Lin's stubborn illness was the best opportunity to show off his skills, conquer the Lin family, and win Lin Wanqing's heart!

"Elder Lin is suffering from an old illness eruption, his internal organs are damaged; ordinary doctors are useless, only my acupuncture can save him!" Chu Men said loudly, reaching out to support Patriarch Lin Zhen.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of skepticism immediately arose around him.

"Who are you? A mere greenhorn, daring to claim you can treat Elder Lin's old illness?"

"Exactly! Elder Lin's illness couldn't be cured even after running to top hospitals both domestically and abroad. Why are you, a mere greenhorn, causing trouble? Don't make things worse!"

"Even if you want to show off, you should consider the occasion!"

The guests looked disdainful. In their eyes, this young man in his early twenties was simply reckless. Even if he knew some amateur martial arts, daring to boast that he could cure Elder Lin's terminal illness was simply overestimating his own capabilities.

Chu Men's face darkened, and just as he was about to defend himself, Lin's mother, Liu Wan, grabbed a straw in her panic and looked at Lin Zhou, crying: "Let's treat a dead horse as a living one! Chu Men is a disciple of that expert; perhaps... perhaps he really has a way!"

Lin Zhou gritted his teeth, looked at the suffering Patriarch Lin Zhen, and finally nodded: "Okay! Chu Men, you try! But if you dare to mess around, even if you are that person's disciple, I will not forgive you!"

"Rest assured!" Chu Men was overjoyed. He immediately took out a set of glittering golden needles from the cloth bag he carried, and said in a deep voice: "My Nine-Turn Golden Needles are specialized in treating old hidden injuries; they can relieve Elder Lin's pain in a moment!"

He held his breath and focused, his fingers gripping the golden needles, precisely piercing several major acupoints on Patriarch Lin Zhen's chest and neck.

It must be said that Chu Men's acupuncture technique did indeed have some genuine skill.

After a few needles, Patriarch Lin Zhen's convulsing body gradually calmed down, his complexion also regained a trace of blood color, his painful groans weakened significantly, and it looked like he was about to recover.

"It's effective! It's really effective!" Lin Zhou and his wife were pleasantly surprised.

A triumphant smile curled on Chu Men's lips as he looked at Lin Wanqing, wanting to receive the girl's admiring gaze, only to find that Lin Wanqing's gaze had been fixed on Qin Yi not far away from beginning to end.

She had an intuition that Qin Yi definitely had a way to cure her grandfather.

As for Qin Yi, he still stood in place, watching Chu Men's acupuncture process with an indifferent expression.

He saw clearly that Chu Men's acupuncture could only temporarily suppress it, because his cultivation was not enough to achieve a complete cure.

Just as Chu Men picked up the last crucial golden needle, preparing to pierce it into the Baihui acupoint on the top of Patriarch Lin Zhen's head to completely stabilize the condition.

Qin Yi's fingertips moved imperceptibly, and a wisp of invisible true energy was flicked out silently, without anyone noticing.

Chu Men only felt his wrist suddenly go numb, as if bitten by a mosquito, and his fingers uncontrollably deviated by half an inch!

"Pfft—"

The golden needle swerved fiercely, piercing the edge of a lethal acupoint next to the Fengfu acupoint!

"Argh—!"

Patriarch Lin Zhen, who had just calmed down, instantly let out a heart-wrenching scream, his body arched violently, he spat out black blood, his face turned even paler than before, his breath instantly weakened to the extreme, and it looked like he was about to stop breathing!

"Grandpa!"

"Dad!"

The Lin family members completely collapsed, and Lin Wanqing burst into tears in a breakdown.

"Chu Men! What have you done!" Lin Zhou's eyes widened in anger, grabbing Chu Men by the collar, "How did you treat my dad like this!"

Chu Men's face turned pale, his face full of disbelief, shaking his head frantically: "Impossible! I didn't pierce it wrong! It was an accident! It was definitely an accident!"

He clearly aimed for the Baihui acupoint, how could it have swerved!

But the facts were before his eyes, and he could not defend himself.

The surrounding skepticism exploded again, even harsher than before:

"I think he's just a fraud! He almost killed Elder Lin!"

"What kind of expert's disciple, I think he's just a charlatan!"

"Hurry and kick him out! Don't dirty this place!"

Chu Men stood on the spot, his face turning green and white, ashamed and resentful, and he blamed all this humiliation on Qin Yi!

He stared fixedly at Qin Yi, his eyes full of resentment. Although he didn't know how Qin Yi, who was an ordinary person, managed it, he vaguely felt that the accident just now had everything to do with Qin Yi!

Just as the whole scene fell into despair, Qin Yi walked forward slowly, his voice calm but with unquestionable power: "Uncle Lin, I also know a little bit of medicine, why don't you let me try."

"Brother Qin Yi..." Lin Wanqing looked up with teary eyes, grabbing his sleeve, "Can... can you really save Grandpa?"

"Rest assured, with me here, no problem." Qin Yi rubbed her head, his tone firm.

Everyone was stunned, then someone whispered: "Young Master Qin also knows medicine?"

"The heir to the Qin Family, is he proficient in everything!?"

Qin Yi ignored the gazes of others, knelt down, and pressed his right hand gently on Patriarch Lin Zhen's chest.

In an instant, the power of Twin Hands quietly circulated, red and blue true energy hidden in his palm, directly touching the essence of Patriarch Lin Zhen's life, repairing the damaged internal organs, smoothing out years of hidden injuries, and reversing the withered vitality.

It took only ten seconds.

Patriarch Lin Zhen, who had been on the verge of death, slowly opened his eyes, his complexion recovering its rosy color at a speed visible to the naked eye, the pain completely disappeared, and he even became spirited, sitting up directly by supporting himself on the ground.

"I... am I okay?" Patriarch Lin Zhen was shocked, feeling a lightness and smoothness in his body he had never experienced before.

"Dad! You are really better!" The Lin family members wept with joy.

The whole room was dead silent, then erupted into thunderous exclamation!

"My God! Young Master Qin actually cured him!"

"A stubborn illness that even famous doctors both domestically and abroad couldn't cure, Young Master Qin solved it with a wave of his hand! This is too terrifying!"

"As expected of the heir to the Qin Family, even his medical skills are so superb; he is truly gifted!"

Lin Wanqing threw herself into Qin Yi's arms, crying and laughing, her eyes full of admiration and adoration, her voice soft and sweet: "Brother Qin Yi, you are amazing! I knew you could do it!"

The reliance and adoration in those eyes were undisguised, stinging Chu Men until his eyes turned red, jealousy and hatred almost bursting out of his chest.

Patriarch Lin Zhen struggled to stand up, held Qin Yi's hand tightly, tears streaming down his face: "Young Qin! Thank you! This stubborn illness has tortured me for many years, and now that you have cured it, you are my, Patriarch Lin Zhen's, savior!"

The Lin parents were also thanking him incessantly, their demeanor respectful to the extreme.

The surrounding guests swarmed up, fawning and complimentary words were endless, everyone was surrounding Qin Yi, praising him to the heavens.

And Chu Men, standing alone in the corner like a clown, endured the disdainful and mocking gazes of everyone.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his nails digging deep into his palms, oozing blood.

Watching Qin Yi being surrounded like the moon among stars, watching Lin Wanqing nestled in Qin Yi's arms with admiring eyes, a deep-seated hatred grew in the bottom of Chu Men's heart.

"Qin Yi! It's you again! I will definitely make you pay the price!"