The Villain Who Slapped the Heroines Until They Begged to Marry Him - Chapter 35:

Chapter 35: Helpless as Flowers Fall, Yet Familiar as Swallows Return:

Ye Fan soaked in the praise of the crowd, his chest swelling with satisfaction as he took in their stunned expressions.

“Just a moment ago, you were all mocking me, despising me. And now, you look at me with admiration? Pathetic worms.” He thought, though he kept a solemn expression for Mr. Zhu’s benefit.

“Trust me, future father-in-law!”

“I trust you, Ye Fan! If you can cure Xiaomin, I’ll immediately begin preparing for your wedding!” Mr. Zhu’s eyes filled with hope. He was willing to put his faith in Ye Fan—after all, a disciple of the renowned Medicine Valley Doctor couldn’t be ordinary. Luckily, his future son-in-law hadn’t taken offense at his initial doubts. Everything could still turn out well.

Ye Fan turned to Zhu Zhimin, who lay in visible pain, and reassured her, “Don’t worry, Xiaomin. You’ve been poisoned—perhaps you unknowingly offended someone. All I need to do is apply needles to a few acupuncture points—Fengchi, Taiyuan, and Xiabai—to neutralize the toxin immediately.”

Through her pain, Zhu Zhimin felt a flicker of hope, looking at him with anticipation. “Maybe I was too harsh earlier, If he can heal me, maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.” She thought.

Wasting no time, Ye Fan pulled out his silver needles and began the treatment. He felt a slight unease, worried that the mishaps from the day before might repeat themselves. However, after the first needle went in smoothly, he relaxed. Yesterday was just a fluke.

“Such skill with the needles!”

“Truly worthy of Medicine Valley Doctor’s legacy!”

“Looks like we’re the fools!”

The spectators couldn’t help but marvel at his technique. Seeing him work, they realized they’d misjudged him. Some even felt nervous, knowing that offending this healer might prevent them from receiving his aid in the future. Hearing their praises, Ye Fan grew even more pleased with himself.

Now they would see how foolish they were to doubt him.

He was about to insert the second needle when he noticed Yang Lu smiling at him from across the room. That smile… it was the same smile from yesterday. In an instant, an unsettling thought crossed his mind, “Please, don’t let it happen again…”

“System, activate the Lowered Intelligence Skill,” Yang Lu muttered.

[Ding! Skill activated successfully![

Yang Lu’s grin widened, “If you insist on showing off, don’t blame me for what comes next.’

Suddenly, Ye Fan’s mind went blank. He felt a sinking dread wash over him. No, not again! It was just one more needle!

“What’s wrong, Ye Fan? Why aren’t you finishing?” Mr. Zhu urged him anxiously. The first needle had eased his daughter’s symptoms, but now Ye Fan was hesitating, and her condition was worsening again. The crowd, too, grew impatient.

Why wasn’t he doing anything?

Then Ye Fan turned to them with a sheepish expression. “Um… does anyone know where the Xiabai point is?”

The room fell silent, faces turning from admiration to disbelief.

Did this so-called miracle doctor really not know such a basic acupuncture point? Mr. Zhu’s face flushed with anger, and the crowd began murmuring in frustration. They had believed in his skills, and now he was wasting their time.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhimin’s symptoms returned, ten times worse than before. She turned her frustration on Ye Fan, kicking him away. “What kind of doctor doesn’t know the points? You’ve only made things worse!”

Ye Fan flew backward, landing in a heap as the crowd’s laughter erupted around him.

“My daughter, no! Someone, please help her! I’ll give anything—just save her!” Mr. Zhu pleaded desperately, tears streaming down his face. He had placed so much hope in Ye Fan, only to discover he was a fraud. As he watched his daughter’s condition deteriorate, he was on the verge of breaking down.

“You can help her, can’t you?” Lin Xiaohan turned to Yang Lu, panic and worry in her eyes. She grabbed his hand, pleading, “Yang Lu, I know you can do something. Please, save Xiaomin!”

Yang Lu cast a glance at Zhu Zhimin, then replied, “Oh, I could help her. But why should I?”

Hearing his response, Lin Xiaohan quickly said, “Please, Yang Lu. I’ll do anything if you save her. Whatever you ask of me, I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure? No take-backs?”

Yang Lu’s interest piqued. He hadn’t intended to intervene, but her desperation intrigued him. He wanted to make sure she’d hold up her end of the bargain.

“Yes… I’m sure!” Lin Xiaohan replied, her heart pounding with anxiety. She had no idea what he might ask, but she was willing to take the risk for her friend. Seeing her determination, Yang Lu leaned close and whispered his terms in her ear.

“Wait, you want me to…?”

“Take it or leave it.” He replied casually.

After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded, her face turning red. “Fine, I agree.”

Satisfied, Yang Lu strolled over to where Zhu Zhimin lay struggling.