Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

"Where's that self-proclaimed miracle doctor, Dr. Lin?! Why is he hiding in the corner trembling after giving me acupuncture?"

The nurse's desperate, even utterly distorted screams.

A loud explosion resounded in the corridor of the VVIP emergency room at the First People's Hospital.

Upon hearing this, Qian Daqiang, the richest man in Jinghai City, turned deathly pale.

He shoved aside the bodyguard blocking his way and kicked open the frosted glass door of the emergency room.

The pungent smell of blood immediately hit us.

On the emergency table, blood was gushing out of Mr. Qian's chest like a burst fire hose.

The electrocardiogram monitor next to me emitted a sharp "beep" sound.

The once stable heart rate curve is now plummeting vertically at an alarming rate.

In the darkest corner of the emergency room.

Lin Fan, the "heaven-defying divine doctor" who usually exudes an air of otherworldly elegance and arrogance, and who makes all sorts of big shots kneel and kowtow at the drop of a hat.

At this moment, he was covering his head with his hands, trembling like a frightened quail.

His stylish retro robe was splattered with Mr. Qian's blood.

Ten minutes ago, Lin Fan was still a legendary figure in the entire medical community of Jinghai City.

As long as he opens the system panel in his mind, he has everything from "one-click perspective" to "automatic acupoint finding".

Even if someone is terminally ill, he can be brought back to life by simply closing his eyes and randomly inserting a few needles.

Just now, he arrogantly raised a ten-centimeter-long silver needle, preparing to perform a "resurrection" in front of the Qian family.

A piercing "Connection interrupted" message suddenly echoed in his mind.

Then, his supposedly remarkable X-ray vision vanished completely.

Those glittering Chinese medicine secrets in my mind also shattered into nothingness like bubbles.

Faced with Mr. Qian's complex pulse and severely deteriorating internal organs.

Without his cheat code, Lin Fan was completely at a loss.

His actual educational background was nothing more than that of an unemployed bum who couldn't even get into a junior college nursing school!

Forget about blindly searching for acupoints, he can't even tell where the aorta is in the human body!

But it was all for the huge consultation fee of ten million and the thrill of showing off in front of the wealthy.

He steeled himself and, relying entirely on guesswork, plunged the needle in hard.

This needle precisely pierced the aorta of Mr. Qian's heart.

"Quickly! Everyone move aside! Prepare the defibrillator! Perform vascular closure immediately!"

The head of surgery at the First People's Hospital, along with a group of qualified Western medicine experts, rushed into the emergency room like a celestial army.

Without any hesitation, they kicked Lin Fan aside, who was blocking the way, and quickly took over the operating table.

Hemostats, sutures, ventilator, high-pressure blood bags.

The rigor and science of modern medicine demonstrated at this moment a true, hardcore power capable of snatching lives from the jaws of death.

Qian Daqiang grabbed Lin Fan by the collar and forcibly lifted the good-for-nothing from the ground.

"You, surnamed Lin! Didn't you say you could bring my dad back from the dead with just one injection?!"

Qian Daqiang's eyes were bloodshot, and he angrily spat on Lin Fan's face.

"You call this ruptured artery and massive bleeding a miraculous recovery? You're practically committing murder in public!"

Lin Fan was so frightened that his legs went weak, and a large yellow stain appeared in his crotch.

But his stubbornness, honed over years of using the system to show off, was still trying to salvage his last shred of dignity.

"Mr. Qian! Please let me explain! This is detoxing!"

Lin Fan trembled all over, stammering incoherently as he tried to defend himself.

"Once the old man spits out this mouthful of poisonous blood, he'll live to be a hundred years old..."

"Live to a ripe old age? I think you want him to pass away immediately."

A cold and authoritative voice came from outside the emergency room without warning.

Two fully armed local patrol officers, accompanied by several officers from the special investigation team, strode in.

The officer in charge had a stern expression and pulled out a gleaming silver bracelet from his lower back.

A crisp, metallic clicking sound.

The cold, insulated handcuffs tightly locked the wrists of this "miracle doctor" who were still trembling violently.

"Lin Fan, we have already checked your records. You do not have a state-issued medical practice license."

The police officer, holding his body camera, coldly read out his charges.

"You don't even have the most basic medical knowledge."

"Using false packaging to practice medicine illegally, defrauding people of huge sums of money, and nearly causing death."

The police officer stared at him coldly, his eyes filled with disgust for this kind of conman who disregarded human life.

"You are now suspected of practicing medicine without a license and intentional assault."

"Save your excuses for when you get back to the interrogation room and face the wall!"

Lin Fan looked at the cold handcuffs on his wrists, and his mental defenses finally collapsed completely.

"No! I really am a miracle doctor! I have the unparalleled secret manual of the Taiyi Divine Needle technique in my mind!"

He struggled frantically, staring intently at the ceiling and wailing, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"System! System, come out now! Quickly exchange this for a Marrow Cleansing Pill! I need to save people! I don't want to go to jail!"

The police officer grabbed him with disgust and dragged him out the door like a dead dog.

"Systemic Marrow Cleansing Pill? You can't even tell the difference between cold medicine and amoxicillin."

"Go back to the detention center and slowly get your Taiyi Divine Needles inserted."

"The inmates inside happen to need someone to massage their feet and do cupping; you could go and give them a free detox."

Lin Fan's mournful cries faded at the end of the corridor.

Finally, from the operating table, the attending physician let out a long sigh of relief.

"Mr. Qian, the blood vessel has been successfully sutured, and the blood pressure has stabilized. The old man's life has been saved."

Qian Daqiang collapsed onto the bench, utterly exhausted.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and cursed through gritted teeth, still shaken.

"What kind of utterly miraculous doctor is this! They're all charlatans and fraudsters! From now on, I'll only believe in modern science!"

The pretentious medical professional has finally been brought to justice under the heavy hand of the law.

Meanwhile.

The massive earthquake triggered by this system collapse also precisely affected the financial sector of Jinghai City.

In the center of Jinghai, there is a hundred-story skyscraper costing billions of yuan.

The top-floor VVIP luxury conference room.

Even with the central air conditioning set to the perfect 26 degrees Celsius, the atmosphere in the conference room had plummeted to a terrifying freezing point.

Known as "Young Master Leng" as the youngest and most ruthless business tycoon in Jinghai City.

He was standing at the very front of the conference table, his face ashen.

He gripped the expensive mahogany tabletop tightly with both hands, his gaze fixed menacingly on the dozen or so top Wall Street investors in suits before him.

"You must sign this proposal today."

Leng Shao skillfully narrowed his long, narrow eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled into a cold, domineering CEO-style smile.

He attempted to once again unleash that invincible "CEO brainwashing aura" that could drive any normal person mad.

"Because, this is what I, Leng Aotian, said."