Under One Person: My Name is Wan Jing Zhenjun

"Third son, why are you so stubborn!" The moment the door opened, Wang Weiguo, who had been saying everything was negotiable, instantly changed his expression, transforming into a typical Chinese parent who grabbed Wang Xiao's ear and demanded, "Would I be harming you by making you see a doctor? What are you trying to do?"

"Hey, Dad, be gentle!" Wang Xiao grimaced as his ear was twisted. "How can you go back on your word! Didn't you just say we should talk it over? At least a gentleman uses words, not fists!"

"What do you care about your dad? I'll do whatever I want." Wang Weiguo glared at Wang Xiao, then his tone softened. He sighed and said, "Third son, just listen to your dad and go see a doctor. I know seeing doctors all the time is annoying, but your life is more important, isn't it? What will your mom and I do if something happens to you? What will your brothers do? Listen to me, come with me to see a doctor, consider it..."

As he spoke, Wang Weiguo fell silent, his voice barely audible, "I'm begging you, Dad..."

Hearing Wang Weiguo's words, Wang Xiao sighed inwardly.

It seems that things have come to this point, and it's no longer appropriate to keep it a secret...

Of course, despite this, Wang Xiao still did not intend to explain his supernatural abilities to his family, since he believed that the vision in his mind was no less wondrous than the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

If this gets out, something is bound to happen.

However, while supernatural powers cannot be spoken of, changes are not necessarily unspeakable. He didn't need to tell Wang Weiguo about his supernatural powers; he only needed to let his father know that he was alright.

With this in mind, Wang Xiao stopped Wang Weiguo from continuing, and raised his hand to grasp the hand that was holding his arm.

Wang Weiguo was taken aback for a moment, then heard Wang Xiao say to him with a smile, "Dad, it's not a bad thing to see a doctor, but you have to listen to something I have to tell you first."

"What's wrong?"

"Come inside with me first." With that, Wang Xiao pulled Wang Weiguo into the house.

Seeing this, Wang Weiguo, though unsure of what his son was up to, didn't think much of it and followed him into the house.

After entering the room, Wang Xiao returned and closed the door, then locked it before turning to look at his father, who was frowning.

"Third brother, what are you trying to say? Why did you lock the door? Is it something mysterious?"

Wang Xiao smiled and nodded. "Dad, please sit down for a while. I'm going to get something."

"Okay, but don't linger too long. The experts are still waiting downstairs." Wang Weiguo nodded and sat down in the living room.

"Okay." Wang Xiao replied and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Not long after, Wang Xiao returned.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough!"

Wang Weiguo, who was leisurely drinking tea in the living room, spat out the tea he had just put in his mouth when he saw Wang Xiao walking over, followed by a violent cough.

What made him do this was none other than the fruit knife that Wang Xiao was holding, which was gleaming with a cold light.

"Cough cough! Holy crap! Third brother, what are you doing? Don't do anything stupid!" Wang Weiguo, who had recovered from coughing, stood up in a panic and hurriedly walked towards Wang Xiao, trying to snatch the knife from his hand.

Wang Weiguo, who single-handedly built a behemoth like China Overseas Group and was also a veteran, naturally wasn't afraid of Wang Xiao stabbing him with a fruit knife.

He also felt that his son would never stab him over something as trivial as a doctor's visit.

As for why he was so flustered, it's actually quite simple.

What he feared was that Wang Xiao would take his own life.

Furthermore, given his third son's sensible nature, he felt the probability of him committing suicide was indeed not low.

The thought of his wife crying and saying that he had driven his son to his death filled Wang Weiguo with dread and made him feel utterly overwhelmed.

"Oh dear! Third brother, don't scare Dad! Put the knife down! Don't do this, Dad promises you, Dad promises you'll never see a doctor again, okay? Let's put the knife down..."

"Dad." Looking at his father, who was in a panic and didn't know what to do, Wang Xiao shook his head helplessly and explained, "Sit down first. I don't intend to kill myself, and I certainly won't stab you with a knife. Don't make a fuss."

"Then what is this?" Wang Weiguo refused to sit down, his eyes still fixed on the fruit knife in Wang Xiao's hand.

"Dad, I'm actually all better now," Wang Xiao said after a moment's hesitation. "Dad, you've probably heard of superhumans, right?"

"An extraordinary person?" Wang Weiguo paused for a moment, then fell silent.

With its businesses spanning the entire country and its financial strength being widely recognized, the China Overseas Group certainly knew about superhumans; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to invite so many superhuman doctors recently.

"Third brother, what do you mean?" Wang Weiguo was silent for a moment before looking at Wang Xiao with disbelief. "Could it be that you now..."

Wang Xiao nodded. "I have awakened my innate superpower."

He paused, then added, "However, the way my innate ability manifests is somewhat unique. Ordinary people can't see it; it can only be shown through its actual effects."

"Actual effect? ​​Third brother, you mean it needs to draw blood?" Wang Weiguo glanced thoughtfully at the knife in his hand and immediately guessed what was going on.

Wang Xiao nodded, and without saying a word, picked up the knife and made a small cut on his finger. Then, in front of Wang Weiguo, he began to activate his supernatural powers, using the wood element to heal the wound.

Instantly, although Wang Weiguo could not see the green energy swirling around his fingertips, he could see that the wound on Wang Xiao's fingertips was growing granulation tissue at a visible speed, and then quickly healing.

In the blink of an eye, the wound was gone, and the only evidence at the scene was the blood on the fruit knife, which proved that Wang Xiao had indeed cut his hand.

Wang Weiguo's mouth gaped open.

Although he had seen many superhumans, and even had many black-glove superhumans employed by the Zhonghai Group, he still found it hard to believe that his own son could become a superhuman.

A moment of silence fell over the scene.

Seeing Wang Weiguo deep in thought, Wang Xiao didn't rush to interrupt him.

After a long while, Wang Weiguo finally raised his head, looking at Wang Xiao with barely concealed excitement, and asked, "Son, you're not trying to tell me that your awakened innate ability can cure your illness, are you?"

It's no wonder Wang Weiguo thought of this; after all, if Wang Xiao could heal wounds, then curing cancer wouldn't be so unreasonable.

Of course, he, being a roughneck, didn't understand things like cancer and wounds being different concepts.

All he knew was that his son might be saved.

At this moment, under Wang Weiguo's hopeful gaze, Wang Xiao smiled and nodded.