Top-tier Unruly Master

Ding Fan had merely shaken hands with that Peter and was able to discern events from over twenty years ago?

The people present, including Dyna standing by, watched Ding Fan with skepticism, well aware that even the most advanced equipment in the world couldn't possibly detect events from more than twenty years prior.

While Dyna and the others harbored doubts, the expressions on Peter's face were all serious at this moment.

"Then, is there a way to completely cure this disease?" Peter asked from the side.

When Peter asked his question, everyone was taken aback. Peter did not refute Ding Fan, which implied that what Ding Fan said was mostly true.

"Peter, is what Mr. Ding Fan said true?" Unable to suppress his curiosity, the black man who had spoken earlier questioned Peter.

At this time, Peter nodded slightly. "Everything Mr. Ding Fan said is true."

It was actually true!

The people present were all filled with astonishment as they turned to look at Ding Fan beside them.

To have only gently shaken hands and then be able to diagnose the cause of an illness from twenty years ago is beyond abnormal—it's practically defying the heavens.

"But, Peter, I've never seen you with a coughing illness," inquired the black man.

Peter replied, "I am a man from Rakshasa Country, where it's extremely cold, just as Mr. Ding Fan said. When I was young, a cold wind hurt my lungs, and whenever the seasons change, especially from winter to spring, I can't stop coughing, even waking up at night due to the coughing, not to mention the brain oxygen deprivation and unbearable pain due to the coughing."

Upon hearing this, the crowd nodded, now understanding Peter's condition.

"Mr. Ding Fan, since you can identify the cause of my disease, do you have any way to eradicate this persistent problem?" At this time, Peter's face showed his eagerness for a solution.

The cough may not seem like a severe illness, but once it flares up, it can be life-threatening. An episode of coughing not only results in sleepless nights but also leads to brain oxygen deprivation and intolerable pain.

To address this issue, Peter had consulted numerous renowned medical experts and scholars.

However, the consensus was nearly the same for everyone: Peter suffered from a chronic bronchial disease, and a complete cure seemed impossible. For the time being, the only option was gradual recovery.

To manage his illness, Peter seldom returned to Rakshasa Country since its colder climate substantially impacted his condition.

Currently, seeing Ding Fan identify the cause with just a handshake, Peter's eyes filled with a glimmer of hope. Since Ding Fan could diagnose the cause, there was a chance he could also cure the condition.

"This condition has caused me immense suffering. Mr. Ding Fan, if you can cure my disease, I am willing to provide you with a generous reward!" Peter said.

As Peter finished speaking, almost everyone turned their gaze towards Ding Fan.

Ding Fan simply smiled indifferently. "It's just a minor bronchial disease. It's nothing difficult."

Seeing Ding Fan say this, a hint of joy crossed Peter's face. "That's wonderful, Mr. Ding Fan, so when can we start the treatment?"

"We can start right now," Ding Fan said.

Right now? Peter glanced around. This was just an ordinary reception room, lacking any equipment or supplies—how could any treatment be done here?

"Mr. Ding Fan, are you sure you want to proceed with the treatment here?"

Ding Fan nodded. "It's a matter of minutes, I'll just cure it casually."

A matter of minutes?

If it weren't for the fact that Ding Fan had identified the cause of his twenty-year illness with simply a handshake, Peter would really have doubted if Ding Fan were boasting.

Considering his condition, countless hospitals, experts, and scholars had all failed, yet Ding Fan spoke of a few mere minutes...

Ding Fan then stood up. "Come stand over here."

Peter hesitated but stood up and walked over to where Ding Fan had pointed.

Just as Peter had barely reached Ding Fan's side, Ding Fan suddenly made his move.

Peter didn't even have time to react before he was abruptly embraced by Ding Fan, catching him off guard.

But before Peter could even comprehend what was happening, Ding Fan's hands forcefully sprung into action.

Instantly, Peter felt as though he was clamped by an iron hoop, struggling desperately to move, but no matter how hard he fought, he could not budge an inch.

The onlookers were stunned by this scene, knowing that these individuals were somewhat versed in medicine and had conducted research, else how could they hold positions at the Red Cross Society?

They had never seen, let alone heard of, a treatment method like Ding Fan's.

Although the crowd was uncertain of Ding Fan's intentions, they all watched intently, convinced that Ding Fan had his reasons for acting this way.

After all, someone hailed as a divine doctor by Dyna was certainly no ordinary individual.

Ding Fan embraced Peter in his arms for what seemed like three minutes. By then, Peter's face was flushed red as if he'd had a drink.

Only now did Ding Fan slowly loosen his grip on Peter.

Peter's body went limp, nearly collapsing onto the floor as Ding Fan released him. In that moment, Ding Fan's hand firmly snatched up Peter by the neck.

With Peter, who weighed around 160 or 170 pounds, dangling like a small chicken, Ding Fan's right hand shot out forcefully.

Thump, thump, thump, thump... In mere moments, Ding Fan's hand struck several times with rapid succession.

Ding Fan's speed was astoundingly fast, leaving those around him tongue-tied. His movements were so swift that they created afterimages, utterly astounding the observers. The proficiency of this technique alone was enough to subdue those present.

After tapping madly on Peter's back, Ding Fan's right hand transformed into a palm, which then heavily struck Peter's back heart area.

Pff!

Along with Ding Fan's strike, Peter spat out a mouthful of fresh blood directly.

Ah...

Seeing Peter cough up blood, the crowd from the Red Cross Society all revealed expressions of astonishment.

And just when these people were still in shock, Ding Fan had already brought Peter back to his seat.

Ding Fan directly took out a Medicine Pill and administered it to Peter.

"Mr. Ding Fan... is there nothing wrong with Peter?" At this time, Dyna came over and asked.

Ding Fan gave Dyna a slight smile. "Your friend is fine, he is already better now."

Better?

The people in the reception hall, upon hearing Ding Fan's words, all looked incredulously at Peter.

At the time, Peter's face was devoid of any color, his eyes closed as he lay on the couch, looking in no way like someone who had recovered.

Probably less than a minute had passed when Peter slowly opened his eyes.

"What happened just now..."

Upon opening his eyes and seeing everyone surrounding him, Peter asked with some confusion.

"Peter, don't you remember? You asked Mr. Ding Fan to treat you. How do you feel now?" Dyna beside him asked.

Upon hearing Dyna's words, Peter seemed to suddenly remember something. "Just now... I felt very uncomfortable..."

As he spoke, Peter slowly stood up.

"Peter, your complexion looks so rosy, how do you feel now?" Dyna, on the other hand, was observant.

A minute earlier, Peter's face had been deathly pale; now, in less than a minute, Peter's complexion had become rosy. How could anyone believe this was true if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes?

Others around them, after hearing Dyna's words, all turned their gaze towards Peter's complexion.

Looking at Peter's complexion, they couldn't help but let out a series of exclamations.

"Indeed, Peter's complexion has improved a lot."

"Not just that, look at Peter's spirit, he seems even more energetic than before!"

...

Peter's colleagues were all discussing the change they observed in him.

"Peter, how do you feel?" At this point, Dyna interrupted the others' speculation and asked the Peter beside her.

Peter closed his eyes, and then took a deep breath.

Dyna knew that Peter was feeling his own body.

"Huh? How is this possible?"

Peter's eyes were wide with astonishment.

"What happened, Peter?"...

Peter's colleagues all turned their attention to him.

Peter's eyes were filled with shock. "Breathing feels so enjoyable right now, and before, whenever I took in a sudden gust of cold air, I would start coughing violently. But just now, after inhaling a large amount of cold air, not only did I not cough, I actually felt extremely comfortable! I feel... I feel like my illness has been cured!"

Cured?!

Everyone present at the scene looked at each other.

When Ding Fan was treating Peter just now, everyone saw very clearly; Ding Fan simply lifted Peter up and held him for three minutes, then tapped a few acupoints.

Adding up the time before and after, it was no more than ten minutes in total. In just these few minutes, Ding Fan had completely cured Peter's cough...

It was truly miraculous.

"Your cough has been completely cured," Ding Fan said to Peter at that moment.

The method Ding Fan used to treat Peter was exactly the treatment technique recorded in the "[Mystery True Doctor]" passed down from Ning Luoxi's ancestors. Combined with a bit of True Qi and the final Medicine Pill Ding Fan had refined himself.

If he couldn't even cure a minor cough, Ding Fan figured he might as well buy a block of tofu to smash himself to death!

"Doctor! Miracle doctor!" At this moment, Peter simply did not know what words to use to express his current mood.

An illness that had plagued him for so many years was resolved in less than ten minutes, if this wasn't a miracle doctor, then who would be one!

"How can I repay you?" Peter said with a face full of gratitude.

"No need to be polite, I merely did what came naturally..." Ding Fan said.