Chapter 80 Could She Be His Girlfriend?

Lin Yang heard what Shen Limin said and couldn’t help but question the events surrounding the car accident two years ago once again.

“Uncle Shen, why didn’t you mention this before?” Lin Yang asked.

“I told President Qin and the City Guard in charge of the case about it,” Shen Limin replied.

“What did Qin Meno say at the time?” Lin Yang pressed.

“President Qin said I was overthinking it, or maybe misremembered, but I’m certain I didn’t,” Shen Limin insisted, his voice resolute.

“Uncle Shen, don’t mention this to anyone else. I’ll look into it myself,” Lin Yang said, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes. For now, the biggest suspect remained Qin Meno.

“Qin Meno, if you truly were the one who killed my parents, I swear I’ll make you pay,” Lin Yang thought to himself, narrowing his eyes.

He called Qi Yixin, asking him to deliver some medicinal herbs. For both Liu Julan and Shen Limin’s illnesses, besides acupuncture, a course of medicine was needed.

Lin Yang first applied acupuncture to Liu Julan.

He took her pulse, reviewed her medical records, and gained a thorough understanding of her condition.

Liu Julan suffered from kidney qi exhaustion, which was gradually progressing toward kidney necrosis.

But she hadn’t yet reached the stage of complete kidney failure; the exhaustion was simply severe.

Ordinary doctors might focus exclusively on the meridians and acupoints related to the kidneys, but such treatment only addressed symptoms, not the root cause.

To truly cure this illness, the key acupoints were the Taiji points—specifically, the Divine Portal and the Gate of Life.

The Gate of Life is the door to vitality, harboring the true fire within, the foundation of a person’s yang energy.

Using the Ling Fire Divine Needle technique from the Eight Golden Needles to stimulate the Divine Portal and Gate of Life, one could awaken and enhance the body’s primordial energy, ignite the movement of qi between the kidneys—this was the true path to healing.

Once the movement of qi between the kidneys was activated and the kidney’s vitality restored, treatment could then be augmented with relevant meridian points and medication, ensuring a complete cure.

Shen Limin and Shen Youwei watched in awe as Lin Yang’s fingers moved swiftly, inserting silver needles into Liu Julan’s acupoints—Taixi, Mangyu, Gaoyu, and others.

They didn’t understand the medical intricacies, but after the treatment, Liu Julan’s complexion noticeably improved.

After about forty minutes, Lin Yang withdrew all the needles, finishing the session.

“From now on, I’ll apply acupuncture every three days, and with two courses of medicine, Aunt Liu will recover fully,” Lin Yang declared.

Shen Limin was stunned.

“Young master, your medical skills are truly incredible! When Julan was examined at the City First Hospital, they said it couldn’t be cured, only managed with medication and dialysis. Can you really cure her completely?”

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Shen Limin could hardly believe it.

“Of course. The doctors at City First Hospital can’t compare to me,” Lin Yang replied without a trace of modesty.

“Dad, it’s true! Even the hospital director, Han Liqun, deeply respects Brother Lin Yang and calls him Master Lin, the divine physician,” Shen Youwei said, brimming with pride.

At that moment, Liu Julan awoke, her face flushed and healthy; anyone could see she was greatly improved.

“Julan, you’re truly saved now,” Shen Limin exclaimed, gripping her hand in excitement.

“Uncle Shen, let me rest a moment, then I’ll treat you! Your condition is less severe, and easier to cure,” Lin Yang said with a smile.

Just then, the doorbell rang outside. Lin Yang asked Shen Youwei to answer it—it was Qi Yixin arriving with the medicine.

Shen Limin and Liu Julan naturally recognized the famous physician of Luocheng, Qi Yixin.

“Isn’t this Doctor Qi? Young master, did you invite him as well to treat us?” Shen Limin asked.

“He’s here to deliver medicine,” Lin Yang explained.

Qi Yixin entered and said, “Mr. Lin, I’ve prepared the herbs exactly as prescribed. They’re all here.”

“Just leave them there,” Lin Yang replied calmly.

Qi Yixin set down the herbs. Shen Limin said, “Thank you, Doctor Qi, for coming in person.”

Although Qi Yixin didn’t know Shen Limin or Liu Julan, anyone in Lin Yang’s house was clearly not ordinary; he dared not be disrespectful.

“Please don’t call me that. In front of Mr. Lin, I wouldn’t dare claim to be a divine physician. He’s the true master—I’m just here to run errands and deliver medicine at his command,” Qi Yixin said.

Seeing the illustrious Doctor Qi show such reverence for Lin Yang, Shen Limin and Liu Julan became even more convinced of Lin Yang’s extraordinary medical skills.

“This Ling Coffin Sutra, take it and copy a version for yourself,” Lin Yang said, tossing the book to Qi Yixin.

Qi Yixin received the tome as if it were a priceless treasure and knelt directly to give thanks.

“Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your generosity. I am deeply grateful. Should you require anything, the Qi family will go through fire and water without hesitation.”

Lin Yang waved him off, and Qi Yixin left, satisfied with the book in hand.

Shen Limin and Liu Julan were dumbfounded. Their young master had reached a higher echelon—he could casually bestow a book and one as esteemed as Qi Yixin would kneel in gratitude.

Had they not witnessed it themselves, it would have been impossible to believe.

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Lin Yang divided the medicines and handed them to Shen Youwei to decoct, then began treating Shen Limin with acupuncture.

Compared to Liu Julan, Shen Limin’s treatment was much simpler; it took only half an hour and required no further sessions. With one course of medicine, his body would be fully restored.

Lin Yang had just sat down when the doorbell rang again—it was Murong Yun.

Murong Yun knew the villa’s password; after ringing twice, she let herself in, running into Shen Youwei who was about to answer the door.

“Who are you?” they both asked in unison.

“I’m here to see Mr. Lin,” Murong Yun replied, surprised to find a beautiful young stranger in Lin Yang’s home.

“You’re looking for my brother? He’s inside,” Shen Youwei said, sizing up Murong Yun. The more she looked, the more inferior she felt.

Shen Youwei was confident in her looks—she was one of three campus beauties at Luocheng Normal University—but standing next to Murong Yun, that confidence evaporated.

This woman, in both appearance and demeanor, far outshone her.

“You’re Mr. Lin’s sister? I’m Murong Yun, your brother’s friend,” Murong Yun said, though internally she wondered how Lin Yang suddenly had a sister. But she was used to storms and kept her composure, showing no sign of surprise.

“You’re Murong Yun?!” Shen Youwei exclaimed, astonished. That name was famous throughout Luocheng.

Though she’d never met Murong Yun, she knew the name well—one of Luocheng’s two greatest beauties, the queen of the business world, renowned far and wide.

Murong Yun smiled. “May I come in?”

“Y-yes…” Shen Youwei replied, still dazed.

“Thank you,” Murong Yun nodded politely, passing Shen Youwei and walking straight into the villa.

“Murong Yun? I actually met Murong Yun? And she’s Brother Lin Yang’s friend? Could she be his girlfriend?” Shen Youwei’s mind was a swirl of questions; her mouth hung open in surprise as she turned and hurried after them into the villa.