C10 Mr Qin

Before he could finish speaking, Luo Sanli, ignoring the severe injuries covering his body, snapped open his eyes. With remarkable speed, he leaped to his feet and dropped to his knees, begging for mercy and kowtowing with such urgency that the bystanders were left dazed by the rapid succession of movements.

The intense pain couldn't overshadow the shock in the depths of his heart. Though he was seething with rage, a sense of dread surged from his spine to his forehead. Having braved the dangers of the martial world for years, encountering many ruthless individuals and narrowly escaping death time and again, he had never experienced a shock quite like this.

Luo Sanli made a split-second decision to kowtow and admit his mistakes, choosing to save his life rather than seek immediate revenge. A wise man knows that revenge can wait.

"Now, you have two choices: apologize to our staff and compensate them for their losses, or continue this fight. But be careful, the old injury at the back of your head could flare up and be the death of you," Qin Fann stated, his tone easy and assured, as if the matter was already resolved.

Luo Sanli felt as if a bomb had gone off in his head. His pupils shrank, and his body trembled uncontrollably. How could this man know about his hidden affliction?

"From whom did Young Master Qin learn?" Luo Sanli asked with a respectful bow, astonished that Qin Fann knew secrets that not even his closest kin were aware of.

"My origins are not worth mentioning," Qin Fann said, brushing off the question. "Your injury has been with you for twelve years, right? If I'm not mistaken, it causes you pain every night at midnight, and again at noon, doesn't it?"

Qin Fann tossed aside the broken bottle, speaking in riddles that left much to the imagination.

"Young Master Qin, do you have knowledge of medicine?" Luo Sanli asked, his expression one of awe, despite the blood that marred his face. "I beg you, please cure me."

"It's a simple matter," Qin Fann replied with a casual air, his words sounding like a lifeline to Luo Sanli.

Twelve years ago, Luo Sanli was just a street thug, scrapping for territory with rival gangs. Though he came out on top, a vicious strike from a nail-studded club inflicted a lasting injury that had tormented him ever since.

Twelve years earlier, Luo Sanli was just a street thug fighting for turf. Although he emerged victorious, a brutal blow to the head with a nail-studded bat left him with a chronic condition. No hospital dared to operate on such a delicate area, and the fact that he had survived this long was nothing short of miraculous. Lately, his headaches had become more frequent and excruciating, occurring daily like clockwork, so painful he often wished he could split his own head open for relief.

His growing irritability stemmed from this constant pain and the uncertainty of how much longer he had to live. "If you can cure my stubborn illness, I will follow any command you give, at any cost," Luo Sanli pledged, willing to pay any price for his health.

He then awkwardly apologized to Xu Lu, his tone unusually soft and respectful. Whether or not Xu Lu accepted, he forced a bank card with 100,000 yuan into her hand, announcing to everyone that he was now Xu Lu's big brother, and anyone who dared to bully her would not see the light of the next day.

Luo Sanli, a man of stature, was not concerned with losing face if it meant achieving his goals. His offer to pay 500,000 yuan in damages for the disturbance he caused left everyone in shock, wondering if they were dreaming.

"Given Little Luo's sincerity, I'll be magnanimous and forgive him on Xu Lu's behalf, accepting all compensation. Let's pretend nothing happened today," Qin Fann stated, winking at Xu Lu.

Luo Sanli was stunned. Qin Fann had cleverly taken advantage of the situation. Now that everyone knew he had taken a sister under his wing, what bothered him even more was Qin Fann calling him 'Little Luo.' It had been years since anyone had dared to address him with such familiarity.

If Qin Fann could heal his chronic condition, Luo Sanli would gladly accept even being called 'grandpa.' But if not? He found himself at Qin Fann's mercy, too intimidated to even think of retaliation after witnessing his capabilities.

Inserting a needle into the most dangerous part of the brain, Qin Fann was the picture of confidence, his movements as fluid as if performing a well-practiced magic trick. After all, it wasn't his head at risk. His deft actions left the onlookers spellbound.

Watching Luo Sanli's misfortune, Qin Fann couldn't help but feel a sense of schadenfreude. He grabbed Luo Sanli's right arm and, with a couple of quick snaps, set the bones back in place. Then, he deftly pulled a three-inch golden needle from his pocket and plunged it into the base of Luo Sanli's skull.

Inserting the needle into the brain's most dangerous area, Qin Fann was unshaken, confident in his actions. After all, it wasn't his own head he was needling. His fluid movements dazzled the onlookers.

Moments later, Qin Fann withdrew the golden needle, now stained with coagulated blood. "The wine bottle I smashed on your head was to dissolve the blood clot. The golden needle was to expel it. Your headache should subside for now. After three treatments, you'll be completely cured."

Luo Sanli shook his head and immediately felt much better. His circulation improved, his breathing became easier, and his mental clarity increased. This man was no ordinary individual—the son-in-law of the Tang family was truly exceptional. His confidence, composure, and impressive skills likely came from training within a reclusive and powerful family. He was not someone to be trifled with.

Luo Sanli's tone became even more respectful. "Thank you for saving my life, sir. If it ensures my recovery, I am willing to spend my entire fortune."

"We'll see. Maybe when I'm in a better mood," Qin Fann replied indifferently.

Qin Fann casually waved his hand as if shooing away a fly, effectively issuing Luo Sanli his leave. Yet, Sanli showed no dissatisfaction; on the contrary, he became even more respectful.

Sanli quickly gathered his men to escort his injured subordinate out, his smile ingratiating as he politely exited the door. He was exceedingly amiable and humble, even going so far as to warmly inquire about the well-being of the cleaning lady as if she were family.

Everyone watched Qin Fann and Luo Sanli's exchange in stunned silence, feeling as if they were in a different world.

"This kid is definitely hiding something big. He's got some real skills," they thought.

Wang Dong clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his teeth nearly grinding to dust as he glared at Qin Fann, his eyes burning with a red-hot intensity.

He knew that if Qin Fann managed to establish himself in this era, he could replace him at any moment.

Meanwhile, all the princesses gathered around Xu Lu, who had turned her misfortune into a blessing. Not only did she receive compensation, but she also gained Luo Sanli's protection, ensuring that no one would dare to bully her again.

Qin Fann's stature in their eyes had grown immensely, akin to a savior. His god-like figure was etched deeply into their minds, and their fondness for him soared.

A man as handsome and capable as Qin Fann, who could turn the tide with a mere flick of his wrist, was indeed their ideal match.

With just a beckoning gesture from Qin Fann, they would eagerly volunteer themselves, employing every trick in the book to win his favor.

Yet Qin Fann found the swarm of admirers overwhelming and quickly excused himself to escape their attentions.

At home, it was just the young Tang Bao'er, lounging in her oversized cartoon pajamas. Her long, flawless legs swung carelessly in front of Qin Fann. Aside from her youth, everything about her seemed mature beyond her years.

Tang Bao'er had grown accustomed to heeding Qin Fann's advice, and so she dutifully stayed in to review her lessons. In the past, she would have been out gallivanting until at least three in the morning.

Seeing his sister transform for the better filled Qin Fann with relief. He affectionately patted her head before retiring to his bedroom, oblivious to the wistful gaze she cast his way.

Between attending classes by day and managing the nightclub by night, Qin Fann was stretched thin, scarcely finding a moment to converse with Tang Bao'er.

One day, Tang Bao'er's patience ran out. She questioned why her sister would fall for such a stoic man as Qin Fann. "I'm going out with some friends tomorrow night," she declared.

When Qin Fann's gaze shifted to her, Tang Bao'er quickly clarified, "They're not troublemakers, but the young elites of Zhonghai. My sister suggested I mingle with them more—it's good for us. You don't mind, do you?"

Qin Fann couldn't help but smile inwardly, though he maintained a stern facade.

"If you're concerned, why don't we go together?" Tang Bao'er suggested with a pout, her voice tinged with caution.

Truth be told, she was thrilled at the prospect of Qin Fann joining her.