I lent my brother 500 yuan, and he offered his wife as collateral.

……

Inside the restaurant.

"Cough cough cough—Pfft!"

A chilling cough suddenly rang out, followed by a sharp crash as the porcelain plate shattered on the floor.

Qin Feng turned his head and saw that the old man in the Zhongshan suit at the next table was lying on the table, spitting out a mouthful of black blood all over the table.

In just a few seconds, that ashen face turned a deep purplish-red.

"Old Zhao! Old Zhao, what's wrong?!"

The young assistant standing next to the old man turned pale with fright, and his briefcase fell to the ground with a "thud".

He frantically helped the elderly man up, shouting to those around him, "Doctor! Is there a doctor? Call an ambulance!"

The restaurant, which had been filled with soft music, suddenly erupted in chaos.

The diners quickly stood up and made way for him, afraid of being tainted by bad luck.

The manager and several waiters stumbled over, and when they saw the table covered in blood, their legs went weak.

If he dies in the restaurant, who will dare to eat here again?

"Call 120! Hurry!" the manager screamed at the top of his lungs.

Su Qingxue trembled with fright at this sudden turn of events.

She instinctively shrank her shoulders, her eyes filled with fear, looking at Qin Feng like a frightened fawn.

In her world, loud noise often means the beginning of violence.

"Don't be afraid."

Qin Feng put down his teacup and fixed his gaze on the old man named Zhao Huaichuan.

In my field of vision, the golden data panel above the old man's head had turned a blinding blood red and was flashing wildly!

[Character: Zhao Huaichuan]

[Current condition: Rupture of emphysema leading to acute asphyxia and heart failure.]

[Time remaining: 1 minutes and 58 second.]

Should we provide treatment?

[Solution: Requires 5 points of Treasure Energy to activate "Thirteen Ghost Needles" (Beginner), combined with bloodletting therapy to clear blockages.]

[Note: This treatment can only save lives, not eradicate the lesions, and the upper limit of lifespan cannot be reversed.]

Five points of treasure value?

Qin Feng frowned slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

I only have 10 points of Treasure Qi now. I originally wanted to save up 100 points to treat the poison scars on Su Qingxue's face.

The scars on her face were not only the result of toxin buildup, but also the root of her low self-esteem.

Every bit of her "treasure value" means she can hold her head high one day sooner.

If we save this old man, we'll have to take half of his money.

"Is it worth it?" Qin Feng quickly calculated in his mind.

His gaze swept over the old man's well-tailored Tang suit and the title of "Vice President of the Provincial Treasure Appraisal Association" that the system had just displayed.

This old man was not only a leading figure in the antique world, but also the key to contacting the Su family in Yanjing.

Su Qingxue wants to take back everything that belongs to her. Money alone is not enough; she also needs power and connections.

and so.

These five points of "treasure value" are not for charity, but for angel round investment.

"call……"

Qin Feng let out a breath.

I voted!

At this moment, Zhao Huaichuan's eyes rolled back, his body convulsed violently, and more and more blood foam appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The assistant frantically tried to pinch his philtrum, which only made things worse.

"Get out of the way."

A calm voice pierced through the noisy crowd.

Qin Feng stood up and strode over, shoving aside the assistant who was getting in his way.

"What are you doing?!" The assistant, staggered from the shove, immediately bristled. "Who are you? Don't move! Can you take responsibility if something happens to Old Master Zhao?"

"If you keep pinching him, he'll be meeting the King of Hell in less than two minutes." Qin Feng didn't have time to waste words with him and grabbed Zhao Huaichuan's wrist.

The pulse was erratic, and the breath was faint.

"You know medicine?" The manager looked at the plainly dressed young man with a sense of unease, as if grasping at a straw.

"I know a little." Qin Feng replied without turning his head. "Do you have any needles?"

"Needle? What needle?" The assistant was bewildered.

"Acupuncture needles."

"This...this is a seafood restaurant, where did you get acupuncture needles from?!" The manager felt like crying.

Qin Feng clicked his tongue. "Yeah, who would bring that thing to eat?"

A quick glance revealed a box of medicine peeking out from the briefcase that had fallen to the ground.

"Does this old man have diabetes?" Qin Feng asked.

"Yes...Mr. Zhao has type 2 diabetes..." the assistant blurted out.

"Do you have a blood sugar test needle? Give it to me!" Qin Feng stretched out his hand, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Huh? A lancet? How long is that thing? Can it save lives?" Although the assistant looked confused, he was intimidated by Qin Feng's imposing aura and hurriedly rummaged through a box of disposable lancets and handed it over.

The surrounding diners were dumbfounded.

This is as absurd as asking if the surgeon has a kitchen knife when performing brain surgery.

"Are you crazy? Using a lancet for emergency treatment?"

"Young man, don't be reckless! This old man looks like someone important. If he dies, you'll have to pay with your life!"

Qin Feng turned a deaf ear.

He silently prayed in his mind, "System, redeem the treatment plan."

[Ding! Treasure Aura Value -5. Remaining Treasure Aura Value: 5.]

The Thirteen Ghost Needles (incomplete) technique has been loaded into the host's muscle memory.

A warm current instantly flowed through his arms, and those previously unfamiliar acupoint diagrams were now as clear in his mind as if they were engraved in his bones.

"I'm sorry."

Qin Feng tore open the packaging and pinched the tiny lancet between his fingertips.

Without any hesitation.

Swift as lightning!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Qin Feng's hand speed was so fast that no afterimage could be seen.

Shaoshang, Zhongchong, Guanchong, Shaoze...

Even though the blood-drawing needle is extremely short, under Qin Feng's technique, each insertion is aimed at the acupoint on the fingertip, accompanied by a special frequency of twisting.

"Sizzle—"

Several streams of black blood spurted out from the needle hole, splattering onto the pristine white tablecloth.

"You're killing me!" The assistant, terrified at the sight, lunged forward to grab Qin Feng, shouting, "Stop! Stop!"

"roll!"

Qin Feng shrugged his shoulders, and with a clever force, sent his assistant flying two meters away.

Then, he placed the last needle on the old man's philtrum, pressed down sharply, pressed his thumb against the old man's Zhiyang acupoint on his back, and slapped it hard!

"Pass!"

A muffled thud.

Zhao Huaichuan, who had stopped breathing and whose face was purplish-black, suddenly straightened up.

"Wow--!!!"

He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with black blood that had accumulated in his trachea, which landed directly on the ground.

The audience was silent.

Everyone held their breath and stared wide-eyed at the scene.

one second.

two seconds.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Zhao Huaichuan's tightly closed eyes trembled as he opened them, greedily inhaling the air. Although his chest heaved violently, it finally gained rhythm.

The purplish discoloration on her face faded at a visible speed, returning her to her original paleness.

He's alive?!

How can a few pricks with a blood sugar test needle bring someone back from the brink of death?

"A miracle doctor! A miracle healer!"

Someone shouted something, followed by a collective gasp.

The manager plopped down on the floor, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. "Thank God, thank God..."

Qin Feng casually tossed the blood-stained lancet into the trash can, grabbed a wet wipe, and slowly wiped his hands.

"Don't let him lie flat. Let him rest in a semi-reclining position for ten minutes," Qin Feng said calmly to his assistant, who was still in a daze. "When the ambulance arrives, take him to the hospital to register for a respiratory specialist, and then to the cardiology department for an ultrasound."

After saying that, he turned and left.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

This level of sophistication has to be maxed out.

"etc!"

A weak yet aged voice came from behind me.

With his assistant's help, Zhao Huaichuan managed to sit up straight, his gaze fixed on Qin Feng's retreating figure with a complex mix of emotions.

The suffocating feeling of near death still lingered in his mind. He knew very well that without this young man, his old bones would have died here today.

"Young brother... I can't thank you enough for such a great kindness."

Panting, Zhao Huaichuan shakily pulled a gold-embossed business card from his pocket and handed it out with both hands: "I am Zhao Huaichuan. If you don't mind... let's be friends."

The people around him nearly popped their eyes out when they saw the business card.

Vice President of the Provincial Treasure Appraisal Association!

A towering figure in the world of antiques!

In the antique circles of Sichuan City and even the entire Southwest region, this business card is equivalent to a royal decree!

With this level of gold content, this kid is going to make a fortune!

Qin Feng stopped and looked back.

His expression was calm.

He reached out and took the business card, glanced at it, and casually stuffed it into his pocket: "Qin Feng. It was just a small favor, Mr. Zhao, don't worry about it."

This composure actually made Zhao Huaichuan look at him with more respect.

This boy is no ordinary person!

Just as Zhao Huaichuan was about to say something more, his gaze inadvertently swept over the dining table behind Qin Feng.

There was a girl sitting there.

She lowered her head, her dry, messy hair covering most of her face, and buried her head in her arms, trembling.

But just as she slightly raised her head, revealing her jawline without a birthmark and her startled eyes...

Zhao Huaichuan was jolted, as if struck by lightning.

That silhouette... that charm in the eyes...

A memory that had been buried for twenty years suddenly exploded in my mind.

That was twenty years ago, at that stunning full-moon celebration in Yanjing that shocked the wealthy families, there was that woman of unparalleled beauty.

"picture……"

Zhao Huaichuan's pupils contracted sharply, and he murmured in disbelief, "It's so similar!"

Ignoring his weakness, he hurriedly pushed his assistant aside and went over, his voice trembling: "Young lady... could I take a look at you...?"

"Old Zhao."

A figure suddenly cut in front of him, blocking Zhao Huaichuan's view.

Qin Feng stood between the two. Although he was not particularly tall, his invisible aura acted like a wall, protecting Su Qingxue behind him.

His eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at Zhao Huaichuan with a hint of warning.

"My girlfriend is timid and shy," Qin Feng said calmly, yet with an undeniable firmness. "She's been frightened and needs to rest."

Su Qingxue is still too fragile right now.

She has neither the ability to protect herself nor the confidence of a wealthy heiress.

If her identity were revealed at this point, she would likely attract not relatives, but hungry wolves ready to devour her alive.

Zhao Huaichuan was taken aback. When he met Qin Feng's deep eyes, he felt a sudden chill in his heart.

Is this young man... warning me?

"I'm sorry... I was being presumptuous." Zhao Huaichuan, being an old hand, immediately composed himself and bowed apologetically. "I just felt that this young lady looked familiar, like an old friend."

There are many similar people in the world.

Qin Feng didn't say anything more. He turned back to the table, picked up his coat and draped it over Su Qingxue's shoulders, saying softly, "Are you full? Let's go."

Su Qingxue had long wanted to escape this place where she was being watched, so she nodded quickly, tightly gripping Qin Feng's clothes, and followed behind him like a little tail.

The two quickly walked out of the restaurant.

Until the revolving door turned again, shutting out the heat from outside.

Zhao Huaichuan remained staring blankly in the direction the two had left, unable to snap out of his daze for a long time.

"Mr. Zhao?" the assistant called out cautiously, "Are you alright?"

Zhao Huaichuan then came to his senses, took a deep breath, and murmured:

"They look so alike..."