Money Over Love
Copyright© 2026 by RomanticDoaist
Chapter 15: The First Strange Poison
What? He can save him? Lin Fan can actually save him? Damn it, why couldn’t he say everything at once? He nearly scared us to death!
Hearing this, the Yuan family members, whose faces had been ashen with despair, were suddenly invigorated. They all turned to look at Lin Fan in unison.
Yuan Youwei’s beautiful eyes lit up, shimmering with tears of excitement.
“Fine,” Doctor Jiang said with a cold, sarcastic laugh after a moment of shock. “Lad, if you can actually show me something, I, Jiang Wanqiu, will take you as my master!”
“Forget it,” Lin Fan replied coolly without looking up. “I’m not a recycling center that takes in any piece of trash.”
Then, he slowly squatted down and began inserting silver needles into the old man’s chest.
“Hmph! Talk is cheap!” Doctor Jiang’s face turned livid with frustration, and he flicked his sleeves and turned away.
The next moment, Lin Fan shook his head as he continued his work. “You quack. An absolute quack. Who sealed the old master’s heart meridians? That was complete malpractice!”
“You brat, what the hell do you know!” Doctor Jiang shot up from his seat, instantly incensed. “If I hadn’t sealed the old master’s heart meridians, he wouldn’t have lasted this long!”
“You sealed the meridians around his heart, but that prevented the Poison Insect inside him from escaping, forcing it to burrow desperately toward his heart,” Lin Fan said, concentrating on his needlework without even glancing at the man. “If you had discovered this sooner, the old master wouldn’t have been comatose all this time.”
A dead silence fell over the room again. Doctor Jiang’s expression changed dramatically. Beside him, Mrs. Xue, Yuan Tao, and the others stared with pupils constricted in shock.
“Doctor Jiang, haven’t you been telling us all this time that my grandfather contracted an extremely rare disease?” Yuan Youwei’s voice was like ice, the corner of her eye twitching. To meet his endless demands, the Yuan family had been put through the wringer for the past six months. One moment, he needed a Tianshan Fire Lotus; the next, he required Arctic Millennium Ice Marrow. After they had gone through immense trouble to acquire both, he announced he needed a White Dragon Grass, which only blooms and bears fruit once a century. After all that, the Yuan family had spent countless resources and shed blood and tears, all while being suppressed by forces like the Black Tiger Hall of Haicheng, leaving them gasping for air.
To think that this so-called famous doctor from the Southwest provinces hadn’t even figured out the real cause of the illness! In fact, his six months of pretentious busyness were worth less than Lin Fan’s brief examination.
“Also, I’ll have someone thoroughly investigate whether you visited Chen Biao last night,” Yuan Youwei said, staring coldly at Doctor Jiang’s pale face, a sharp glint in her eyes.
She was already beginning to suspect that her grandfather’s sudden illness was no natural disaster. It was a man-made catastrophe, born of a vile conspiracy. The Yuan family was the top family in Haicheng, and her grandfather was the Chairman of the Haicheng Chamber of Commerce. Adding to that the ambush she had faced tonight from the elite of the Black Tiger Hall, all the signs pointed to one conclusion: someone wanted the Yuan family leaderless, ripe for being devoured whole.
“Director Yuan, don’t let this brat fool you! The old master truly has a strange disease. I swear, I have no ulterior motives!” Doctor Jiang pleaded, cold sweat pouring down his forehead. But his desperate explanations were met with disbelief as Yuan Tao, Mrs. Xue, and the others surrounded him.
“Miss Yuan, you’re actually mistaken about this old fellow,” Lin Fan said just as he placed the last of the long silver needles into the old man’s chest. He finally paused, turning his head to look at the anxious Doctor Jiang. “He thinks he’s clever, but he’s laughably stupid. Still, I suppose he stumbled upon the right course of action by mistake. The Poison Insect has been living deep within the old master’s heart meridians for a long time. In order to ensure its own survival, it has been desperately preserving the last thread of its host’s life force.”
What an insult! A naked, shameless insult!
“You brat, don’t you dare spout such nonsense! I, Jiang Wanqiu, have practiced medicine for decades! You have no right to slander me!” Doctor Jiang was nearly mad with rage, his finger trembling as he pointed at Lin Fan, shouting so hard that spittle flew from his mouth.
“Hit a nerve, did I? Calling you stupid is a compliment. With your paltry skill, do you think you deserve to be called a divine doctor, like my mother was?”
Lin Fan looked away from him, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his chest. There, right over his heart, was a coin-sized mark shaped like a lotus flower. Under the light, it gave off a strange, faint, seven-colored glow.