The village beauty and me!

Chen Huan spoke these words slowly and deliberately, and both the father and daughter standing there were startled.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"I'm not as bad as you say..." the young woman retorted directly.

However, his expression and tone revealed his fear and tension, clearly indicating that Chen Huan had touched on his innermost feelings.

The middle-aged man looked even more shocked.

Staring intently at Chen Huan, he asked, "Did you really figure that out yourself? Did no one tell you?"

Jin Dacheng coughed twice, "Old Zhao, who are you cursing?"

"You don't actually think that Chen Huan and I are teaming up to scam you, do you?"

Am I that kind of person?

The middle-aged man looked slightly embarrassed. "Don't get upset. I naturally have no reason to doubt you, but this young man's behavior is just too surprising."

Kim Dae-sung raised an eyebrow and said with a hint of smugness, "Didn't I tell you? Chen Huan really does have some tricks up his sleeve."

  

"If you still don't believe me, then let's call it quits and I'll send you out."

After saying that, he turned around to open the door.

The middle-aged man was getting a little anxious. "After all these years, you still have the same temper. Isn't it enough that I apologize?"

"Let this young man take a good look at you."

"I'm not a big deal, it's just your niece..."

At this point, the middle-aged man's eyes seemed to redden, and his body swayed even more precariously.

Jin Dacheng quickly returned, "Okay, okay, don't get agitated. Chen Huan and I are good friends, and I will definitely do my best to help."

After saying that, he glanced at Chen Huan.

Chen Huan readily agreed, saying, "No problem, it's no big deal."

The young woman, Zhao Yaru, had recovered from the shock she had just experienced.

She first helped the middle-aged man to a seat, then looked at Chen Huan with a questioning gaze, "You said you could cure my father's premature aging disease, what method do you plan to use?"

"To what extent can it be resolved?"

Although some doubts remain, their attitude has clearly improved considerably.

Chen Huan calmly replied, "This uncle is not young, and he has been suffering from this illness for quite some time. It's impossible for him to be cured."

"But if they can cooperate with my treatment, extending their lifespan by another ten or eight years is not a problem."

"Ten or eight years?"

"Really?"

"We have seen many famous doctors in China, and we have also visited experts from abroad."

"The conclusions they all reached were no more than..." Zhao Yaru said emotionally, then stopped abruptly.

The look of doubt on his face deepened considerably.

"No more than a month, right?" Chen Huan replied slowly.

Zhao Yaru's eyes lit up. "You knew that?"

"That's why I said we need to start treatment as soon as possible. Even delaying treatment by one day will greatly reduce the effectiveness." Chen Huan remained calm, but his expression was full of confidence.

"How to treat it?" Zhao Yaru pressed for an answer.

"Acupuncture combined with traditional Chinese medicine," Chen Huan replied without hesitation.

"That simple?"

"How long will it take, and how many treatment sessions?" Zhao Yaru clenched her fists.

Chen Huan thought for a moment and then replied, "Acupuncture only requires one session, which takes about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"If there are no problems, I will prescribe a dose of medicine for you to take once a day for long-term use, which can help prolong your life."

Zhao Yaru stared intently at Chen Huan, as if trying to find some flaws in his words and actions.

However, nothing seemed amiss from beginning to end.

Finally, he managed to blurt out, "How much money do you want?"

Chen Huan thought for a moment, then held up one finger, "Ten thousand yuan."

"Ten thousand yuan?" Zhao Yaru's eyes twitched.

"What, is it too much?"

"For Lao Jin's sake, I can give you another discount," Chen Huan replied calmly.

Zhao Yaru's expression was somewhat unnatural. "I don't need a discount, but... do you know who we are?"

"What I mean is, you can definitely ask for more, and telling the truth might make me feel more at ease."

Chen Huan casually replied, "I don't know who you are, and I'm not interested."

"Old Jin asked me to come and treat someone, so I came. It's just acupuncture and a prescription, and ten thousand yuan should be enough."

"I'm not greedy."

"Besides, my time is very limited. You need to decide quickly whether or not to get treatment, because I need to go back for dinner after this is all done."

"Are there any risks associated with your treatment?" Zhao Yaru asked quite carefully.

At this moment, the middle-aged man next to him said, "Regardless of the risks, I'm willing to give it a try."

"Young man, I'm ready. You can start anytime."

Zhao Yaru wanted to say something, but the middle-aged man waved her hand to stop her. In the end, she could only stand aside with doubt and worry, her eyes fixed on Chen Huan.

Chen Huan took out his silver needle pouch and slowly channeled his internal energy through his fingers into the silver needles.

After rambling on with the other party for so long, Chen Huan realized that he wasn't actually after that ten thousand yuan.

The initial symptoms of stagnation in his internal energy have appeared. The most important thing is to quickly deplete and clear the blockage.

With a flick of his wrist, one silver needle after another, as if they had eyes, were precisely inserted into the acupoints on the middle-aged man's head, forehead, and sides of his head.

"You..." Zhao Yaru became nervous when she saw that the silver needles were inserted into her head, and that it was done so casually and quickly, which was completely different from the usual methods of traditional Chinese medicine.

He opened his mouth as if to remind or even stop them.

But Kim Dae-sung immediately pulled him aside, saying, "Don't cause trouble at a time like this."

In the short time it took to say those words, Zhao Yaru turned her gaze over again and found that her father had been stabbed like a Teletubby.

There were trembling silver needles all over his head.

Then look at Chen Huan; his hands are like those of a master musician.

The ten fingers continuously made various twisting, rubbing, flicking, and plucking motions at the ends of the silver needles.

The force was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, and the speed was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, with no discernible pattern.

But when the fingertip touches the end of the silver needle, the unique vibration sound it produces is perfectly connected, like a slowly flowing yet ever-flowing spring of life.

Zhao Yaru was initially very worried, but she quickly became immersed in the unique sound, as if she herself was receiving treatment.

Later on, I completely forgot about the passage of time; it felt like I was dreaming.

Until one moment, the sound of the slowly flowing spring of life suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Yaru suddenly came to her senses and realized that she had unknowingly broken out in a sweat and was completely soaked.

"What's wrong with me? What kind of strange treatment is this?"