517: Chapter 516: It’s a Tie 517: Chapter 516: It’s a Tie The old man was almost cursing his mother; if he had known beforehand about the immense pain, he would have never agreed to let Ning Fan treat him, even if it meant his death.
The pain had exceeded the old man’s threshold for tolerance.
For years, the old man’s leg would suffer unbearable pain whenever it rained, making sleepless nights quite common.
But now, compared to the agony Ning Fan had caused him, the old man suddenly felt that the pain he experienced during rain was mere tickling!
The old man’s face turned somewhat pale, and his body began to tremble with increasing intensity.
The surrounding crowd started to worry about the old man.
However, Tang Xinyuan couldn’t help but burst into laughter; he excitedly shouted, “You’re the first one to cause such pain to a patient, and yet you dare boast that you can cure his ailment in a few minutes?”
Ning Fan ignored him, while the surrounding crowd looked at Tang Xinyuan in astonishment.
After all, in such a situation where the injured party is suffering, this guy was still thinking about his own competition?
To ridicule Ning Fan was one thing, but to laugh heartily at the same time?
A sense of amusement couldn’t help but rise in Ning Fan’s heart; this guy was truly brainless.
The Tang Clan’s Medical Technique was indeed remarkable, and Tang Xinyuan himself was not bad either.
But what’s the use if he had grown up sheltered in the Tang Clan’s greenhouse all this time?
“Bear with it a little longer, it will be over soon,” Ning Fan reassured the old man once more before suddenly slapping his hand down.
With a “plop,” a black object fell out from the muscle at the back of the old man’s right leg, along with some blood clots and a fishy odor.
After the object came out, Ning Fan quickly tapped several points on the old man’s wound with one hand, sealing the acupoints and then dusting some medicinal powder over it from his pocket.
This seamless sequence of movements was so fluid that by the time the onlookers realized what was happening, not a drop of fresh blood had even had the chance to flow from the old man’s wound.
“What?” Tang Xinyuan, astonished, looked at the wound on the old man’s leg and shouted arrogantly, “You were supposed to treat the old man, not harm him, what excuse do you have now?”
“Wait!” the old man suddenly cried out, interrupting Tang Xinyuan.
He looked down at the black object on the ground and couldn’t help but pick it up.
The crowd also looked at what was in the old man’s hand in amazement.
Out of curiosity, Tang Xinyuan couldn’t help but lean in for a closer look.
The object was black and roughly the size of a little finger’s joint, still covered in a lot of blood clots.
The onlooker didn’t seem to mind, and as if realizing something, he lightly pinched it between two fingers, wiping off the blood clots.
All of a sudden, a shiny object appeared before everyone’s eyes.
“This is…
a bullet?!” the old man exclaimed with a drastic change in his expression.
The surrounding crowd exploded into commotion.
“How is this possible?” Tang Xinyuan blurted incredulously.
How could it be possible to extract a bullet from within the body without surgery, relying solely on hands and those Silver Needles?
“It’s true, it’s true, it’s really a bullet, my goodness!” The old man’s voice couldn’t help but tremble.
He had been a soldier in the war, and although the object was highly corroded, he was certain it was a bullet.
Ning Fan silently put away his Silver Needle and then stood up and said, “Back when you were shot, I don’t know exactly how many bullets hit you, but I do know how rudimentary the medical conditions were at that time.
A careless mistake left a bullet inside, which has been the real cause of your leg injury all along.”
The old man’s breathing became noticeably heavier.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Ning Fan, opened his mouth, and was so excited he didn’t know what to say.
“Elder, why don’t you try taking a few steps?” Ning Fan said with a smile, shocking everyone once again.
The old man was stunned, and so was everyone else around them.
The old man loudly swallowed and looked at his right leg before attempting to move his feet.
As he tried walking a few steps, it was true that his leg was initially limp, but as he continued to walk, the limpness began to decrease significantly.
Although by the end the old man had not fully returned to normal, the limp was very slight.
“This…
this is simply a miracle!” The old man excitedly looked at his right leg, touched it, and couldn’t believe that it was his own leg.
Tang Xinyuan’s face turned incredibly ugly, and he suddenly shouted, “Fake, it’s all fake!
It’s not completely cured, is it?
Can you see?
The old man’s leg is still limp.
It’s not fully healed!”
The crowd looked at Tang Xinyuan, each with a hint of doubt in their minds—was this idiot truly from the Tang Clan?
The old man also looked at Tang Xinyuan with disdain, snorted coldly, and couldn’t be bothered to pay him any attention.
“This bullet had been lodged in your muscle, causing pain when you exerted force on your right leg.
Without removing it, you naturally couldn’t walk normally.
But now it’s good, the bullet has been removed.
The muscle will need some time to recover, and though I’ve only treated the wound simply, you will need to go to the hospital later to take care of it properly, and also get some supplements to recover your strength.
I believe it won’t be long before you’re completely back to normal,” Ning Fan explained.
Ning Fan bowed to the old man.
He truly admired and respected these revolutionary predecessors from the bottom of his heart.
He wasn’t wrong in saying that he felt proud to be able to help this elder in front of him.
The old man nodded excitedly, “Good, I understand.
Young man, what is your name?”
“You can call me Ning Fan,” Ning Fan replied with a smile.
“Good, good, good, to achieve such skill at such a young age, your future accomplishments will be limitless!” the old man praised with admiration.
After speaking, the old man symbolically walked a few more steps.
Being able to walk normally again gave the old man a refreshing feeling, as if he had been reborn, and his whole body felt as if it were basking in the spring wind.
The surrounding crowd burst into thunderous applause at the sight.
Only Tang Xinyuan stood there, his face nearly black with displeasure.
“Fine, you found someone and diagnosed his illness, cured him, so now we’re even, let’s continue!” Tang Xinyuan shouted, unwilling to admit defeat.
The old man looked at Tang Xinyuan with contempt and said to Ning Fan, “This young man’s medical technique must be passable, but as for his medical ethics, it goes without saying.
For such a person to succeed is a failure of heaven’s design.
Ning Fan, you must do better.”
Amid Tang Xinyuan’s increasingly darkening face, Ning Fan respectfully accepted the challenge.
Since the old man still needed to take care of his wound, he soon left.
“Alright, if you say it’s a tie, then it’s a tie.
If we are to continue, then let’s proceed.
But don’t forget what the Tang Clan’s reputation is all about.”