Chapter 0101: Apologizing to Doctor Zhang

The reason they didn’t intervene was that they wanted to watch Zhang Xiaofan embarrass himself, thinking that if he made a fool of himself, his accusations against Huichun Tang would be invalidated without any rebuttal.

The other patients nearby watched with a sense of amusement, many believing that the young man was merely putting on a forced show of bravado.

Zhang Xiaofan paid no mind to the indifferent onlookers. After the middle-aged man set his son down, Zhang Xiaofan steadied the boy with one hand.

Then, to the astonishment of many, Zhang Xiaofan struck the youth’s chest with a single palm. Immediately, the boy coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, even blood clots visible.

This action caused the man with the black mole to burst into raucous laughter. “Is this how you treat patients? I bet you’ve killed someone who would’ve otherwise survived!”

“Hahaha, this is hilarious. Is this your medical skill? Even when showing off, you don’t pull stunts like this, do you?” another disciple from Huichun Tang sneered.

“Little brother... even if you don’t know how to heal, there’s no need for this...” The middle-aged man’s expression shifted, anxiously looking at his son.

Zhang Xiaofan ignored their words, then swiftly pressed two fingers upon the young man’s body, tapping rapidly on specific acupoints. Afterward, he curved his fingertips to glide over the previously tapped points in sequence, finally pressing down sharply with his thumb.

Once again, astonished gazes focused on the boy, who suddenly began coughing violently and opened his eyes.

“My son, you’ve finally woken up!” The middle-aged man was overjoyed, nearly bursting with relief. He then knelt before Zhang Xiaofan. “Thank you, divine healer, for saving him...”

Zhang Xiaofan merely smiled. “Weren’t you worried I’d kill your son just now?”

The man’s face flushed with embarrassment. Indeed, he had doubted Zhang Xiaofan and feared he might do harm. He hurriedly apologized. “Divine healer, it was my mistake to doubt you. Tell me how much you want, and I will find a way to pay.”

The man was simple-minded. Zhang Xiaofan did not hold a grudge, though he felt somewhat displeased—he was treating the boy, and yet he had been doubted.

“No need for money. Your son should just rest well for a few days and eat light food,” Zhang Xiaofan replied.

“Thank you, thank you, divine healer!” The man had expected a fee but was surprised that Zhang Xiaofan asked for nothing.

“All right, get up now,” Zhang Xiaofan gestured to the man.

The middle-aged man expressed his gratitude several times before returning to his son’s side, his face full of tenderness.

Meanwhile, on the side of Huichun Tang, the man with the black mole and the other disciples wore grim expressions. They never expected that this young man could heal with just a single palm strike and a few taps.

Especially the man with the black mole, who was certain the boy’s condition was beyond saving.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaofan turned to the man with the black mole, sneering coldly, “Well? I healed him. Are you ready to eat your words?”

The man with the black mole felt deeply humiliated inside but showed no trace of it on his face, returning a cold laugh. “That was just a lucky shot. You really think you’re something? Let’s talk about you tearing up our banner. Today I swear, I won’t let you leave Huichun Tang without losing a hand.”

Hearing this, a trademark smile appeared on Zhang Xiaofan’s face again. Lin Siyu glanced nervously and thought, “Oh no, this guy’s going to start a fight again, and he’s still injured.”

She said, “Xiaofan, you’re hurt. Don’t fight them. It’s not worth it for these people.”

Zhang Xiaofan smiled faintly. “No problem. They’re just a bunch of petty thieves. I can deal with them easily.”

He then looked at the man with the black mole. “I just healed your patient, so you owe me. Now that he’s healed, I say you eat your words. You’re not only playing dirty but also want to hit me? Fine...”

“Arrogant!” The man with the black mole snorted coldly and grabbed a kitchen knife, preparing to strike.

“Stop!”

At that moment, a strong, resonant voice came from the staircase leading to the second floor. The disciples of Huichun Tang halted their steps at the sound.

Zhang Xiaofan turned to see a man in traditional Tang attire descending the stairs. Seeing the newcomer, Zhang Xiaofan smiled—it was none other than Gao Zhipeng.

“Ah! Isn’t this Divine Healer Gao?” one whispered.

“Yeah, this kid’s really in trouble now. Divine Healer Gao knows plenty of experts; just one strong person could deal with this kid easily,” another said.

“I don’t think it’s necessary to make it so complicated. Those disciples alone could take care of this kid,” someone else remarked.

...

“Master, why did you come out?” The man with the black mole hurried over to Gao Zhipeng and immediately began complaining, “Master, this kid is a mad dog! He tore up our banner.”

Gao Zhipeng followed the man’s pointing finger to Zhang Xiaofan and was struck with surprise. He thought silently, *How did this extraordinary person come here?*

Zhang Xiaofan looked at him and said, “Divine Healer Gao, your disciples are quite something. They mistook cultivated ginseng for wild ginseng and nearly killed a patient. But that’s not even the main issue. Your disciple lost a bet and refuses to admit it, even threatening to chop off my hand. That’s what really bothers me. So, what do you say we handle this?”

Before Gao Zhipeng could respond, the man with the black mole shouted at Zhang Xiaofan, “Kid, who do you think you are, talking to my master like that?”

“Smack!”

Before he finished, Gao Zhipeng struck the man with a heavy slap and roared, “How do you talk to Divine Healer Zhang?”

“Divine Healer Zhang?”

The man with the black mole was dumbfounded. The other Huichun Tang disciples and onlookers were equally stunned. Could this young man truly be a divine healer?

Could it be that he really was?

Gao Zhipeng glared fiercely at the man with the black mole and bellowed, “Is what Divine Healer Zhang said true? If you lie, I will expel you from Huichun Tang, and you will no longer be my disciple.”

The man with the black mole’s shock was overwhelming. He wasn’t an idiot—he had seen enough to realize that his master not only knew this young man but also respected him. Most unbelievable of all was the fact that this young man truly was a divine healer!

His master was a person of great stature; if he spoke like that, there could be only one conclusion: This young man was indeed a divine healer!

Regret gnawed at him. How could he have been so blind? But the young man simply didn’t look the part...

If Gao Zhipeng expelled him, his reputation would be ruined, and he’d lose everything. So, he bowed his head and said, “I used the cultivated ginseng we reclaimed recently. It did grow in the mountains but was transplanted when it was very young. As for the patient, I admit he was critically ill. I intended to prescribe a strong tonic to see if it might help...”

“Smack!”

Gao Zhipeng struck the man again, tears forming in his eyes.

“Go apologize to Divine Healer Zhang!” After the slap, Gao Zhipeng roared, “You lost the bet, didn’t you? Do whatever Divine Healer Zhang says, or pack up and leave!”

The crowd watching were astonished. So this young man was truly formidable! If Divine Healer Gao called him a divine healer, could it be that this youth was even more extraordinary?

The man with the black mole, looking utterly miserable, thought that losing face was nothing compared to being expelled. He stepped up to Zhang Xiaofan and said, “Divine Healer Zhang, I was wrong. Please forgive me. Eating shit is too harsh... How about something else?”

Zhang Xiaofan sneered. “If you had been quieter and more obedient earlier, it wouldn’t have come to this.”

“I’m a reasonable person. What exactly did you call me just now?” Zhang Xiaofan asked.

“I’m a mad dog! I’m a mad dog! Woof, woof, woof...” The man with the black mole’s quick wit was undeniable—his imitation was uncannily accurate. Lin Siyu burst out laughing beside them.

Gao Zhipeng’s expression darkened. This man with the black mole was his senior disciple, and this was a blow to his dignity. Yet, Zhang Xiaofan was no ordinary person—he was not someone to offend lightly.

“Hahaha...” The surrounding crowd couldn’t help but laugh.