Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 7 Come and help me wipe my sweat!}

Fortunately, Lin Yuan, who had been sitting at the side, was quick to help Song Xuan lean back against the chair.

Yan Ruyue panicked as she watched Song Xuan nearly collapse from anger. She had expected her mother to scold her a little, then the matter would be resolved. But instead, Song Xuan's condition worsened suddenly, and she fainted. Although her mother controlled most aspects of her life, after her father's departure, Song Xuan was the only family member left who genuinely cared about her.

"Doctor! Someone, please, hurry!" Yan Ruyue shouted in distress.

Within seconds, five or six doctors rushed into the room, looking as though they had been expecting this moment.

Song Xuan was limp, sitting motionless in the chair.

"Heart failure!" one of the doctors quickly diagnosed.

The team swiftly prepared an emergency bed to move Song Xuan and began hooking her up to various life-saving equipment, but nothing seemed to help.

"Are these fools trying to kill her?" Lin Yuan muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes at their actions.

With his divine-level medical expertise, Lin Yuan could immediately tell that these doctors had misdiagnosed Song Xuan's condition. They assumed heart failure was the cause and were trying to use a pacemaker to stimulate her heart. But in reality, this was not heart failure, and such treatment would only worsen the situation.

Lin Yuan had come today not just to break off his engagement but also to observe Song Xuan's condition. Over the years, Song Xuan had steadfastly upheld the reputation of the Yan clan, bearing the weight of their legacy. But at the cost of her own health. She had undoubtedly consulted with specialists, as evidenced by the doctors' preparedness.

It was also apparent why no male doctors were present—just like Yan Ruyue, Song Xuan was not fond of men, though she didn't harbor the same animosity as her daughter did.

Lin Yuan recalled that Song Xuan had a heart failure-like episode in a week's time in the original timeline, which would cause her to lose consciousness. Her condition had rapidly deteriorated, likely due to a cardiogenic shock. Even renowned doctors had failed to treat her in the past, but the protagonist—who had a close bond with the Yan family—had successfully healed her with his skills.

Lin Yuan had intended to step in at the right moment and prevent the protagonist from ever reaching her, believing his divine-level abilities far surpassed those of the protagonist. Yet, it seemed that the butterfly effect from the novel had already begun. The confrontation over the marriage contract had provoked Yan Ruyue into speaking out against her mother, causing Song Xuan's condition to worsen prematurely.

'In that case, I'll treat her now,' Lin Yuan thought.

He had always admired Song Xuan's wisdom and resilience. Although she could be sharp, she was also deeply appreciative of those who helped her. Lin Yuan saw no harm in lending his assistance.

Though his mind was filled with thoughts, only a brief moment had passed since the doctors began treating Song Xuan. Yan Ruyue stood at the side, gazing at her unconscious mother with silent tears. The doctors, unsure of what to do, remained frozen in helplessness.

Treatment for such a condition could not be rushed, for whoever administered the wrong care would bear the responsibility if something went wrong. The doctors were unwilling to risk Song Xuan's life.

"Step aside!" Lin Yuan barked, pushing past the doctors and Yan Ruyue. He reached Song Xuan's side and swiftly retrieved a small piece of cloth from his waist.

To everyone's shock, the cloth unfurled to reveal a series of silver needles arranged meticulously, each one gleaming in the light.

Without missing a beat, Lin Yuan expertly held ten silver needles between his fingers like a delicate butterfly gathering nectar from flowers. He plunged them quickly into Song Xuan's key acupuncture points on her head.

There were several critical points on the body where blood vessels converge—such as the crown of the head and the base of the skull—that Lin Yuan targeted with precision.

In mere seconds, Lin Yuan had inserted all ten needles into Song Xuan's head, breathing a sigh of relief. Her condition was no longer life-threatening. Though he had originally come to break the engagement, it turned out that his silver needles had been an unanticipated yet fortunate tool to stabilize her.

To Lin Yuan, these needles were invaluable—they could save lives, but they could also end them if used improperly. Yet, in this case, he was certain he had done the right thing.

To the others, however, it appeared that Lin Yuan was simply stabbing a series of silver needles into Song Xuan's head.

"What are you doing!" Yan Ruyue shouted, her voice cracking as she held back sobs.

"I'm treating her," Lin Yuan replied coolly. "Now be quiet."

Yan Ruyue was seething with anger, nearly fainting from frustration as she watched Lin Yuan perform what seemed like a bizarre procedure. She couldn't understand why he would do this after their engagement was called off. Was he truly so unhinged that he would resort to this on her mother?

The five female doctors stood frozen, equally shocked and fearful.

They had been preparing to intervene, but just as they were about to push Lin Yuan away, something unexpected happened. Song Xuan's body twitched, and her fingers moved slightly. Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open!

"Listen to… Xiao Yuan…" Song Xuan whispered softly, barely audible, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.

Though she had been unresponsive moments before, she could still hear the sounds around her. As soon as Lin Yuan's needles had been inserted, she had felt a drastic improvement. Knowing the healing properties of acupuncture, the first words she spoke were a command for everyone to listen to Lin Yuan.

Everyone stood stunned. Yan Ruyue was especially taken aback by her mother's words. It finally clicked for her—Lin Yuan was indeed treating her mother's condition, not harming her.

Lin Yuan paid no mind to their astonishment. His focus remained solely on his task. Seeing that Song Xuan was now awake, he quickly inserted more silver needles into her, addressing her condition with expert care.

"Everyone, leave. The crowd here is distracting me," Lin Yuan said, his tone firm.

The doctors hesitated, unsure of what to do.

However, as they looked at Song Xuan, whose face had regained some color and whose breathing had become steady, they relented and quietly filed out of the room. Only Yan Ruyue stayed, her concern for her mother evident in her eyes.

Lin Yuan noticed her lingering but said nothing. He continued his work in silence. After five minutes, his silver needles had covered Song Xuan's head, back, and arms. The process had drained Lin Yuan physically, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

Acupuncture was a delicate art, and while it had only been a short time, the effort had drained much of his strength.

Without missing a beat, Lin Yuan turned to Yan Ruyue. "Come here and wipe my sweat. It will affect the treatment if I'm distracted."

With only three people remaining in the room—Lin Yuan, Song Xuan, and Yan Ruyue—it was obvious to whom Lin Yuan was speaking. Yan Ruyue bit her lip, unsure how to respond.

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