Chapter 30: Under Suspicion

After returning from Zhang Qingya's house, Yang Fan took a shower, then cultivated for a while before resting.

The next day, he went online and registered an online shop, planning to sell medicine through it. In addition to selling medicine, he also announced that he would purchase large quantities of medicinal herbs—specifically, expensive ones. Yang Fan published the prices of his medicines and made it clear on the shop's page that no matter the illness, he guaranteed a cure; as for the price, it would depend on the severity of the condition.

After putting the shop online, Yang Fan didn't stay glued to the computer. Instead, he practiced cultivation in the living room. When he finished, he checked the online store for messages. He found quite a few comments and, upon opening them, discovered they were mostly insults.

"Damn, is this merchant an idiot? Claiming to cure any disease—who do they think they're fooling?"

"Come on, I have syphilis. Can you cure that? If you can, I’ll pay you a penny."

"Wow, the guy above, you’re hilarious—just here to cause trouble, aren’t you?"

"Ridiculous, I suggest everyone reports this store. It’s obviously a scam."

Reading through the comments, Yang Fan was left speechless. It was no wonder people were lashing out. After all, no one would believe that a panacea exists in this world, and certainly no one thought he was selling some kind of divine elixir. He couldn't be bothered to respond to these trolls.

Suddenly, he noticed a private message and clicked it open.

The message read: "Hello, may I ask if your medicine can really cure any illness?"

Yang Fan replied immediately: "As long as it’s an illness, it can be cured. The only question is whether you can afford the price."

The other party responded: "Rest assured, as long as your medicine works, you’ll get all the money you deserve."

"Very well, then. Pay a deposit of one hundred thousand first," Yang Fan replied.

The other party retorted: "Isn’t that a bit unreasonable? Asking for a deposit of a hundred thousand before even seeing the patient will make people think you’re a fraud."

Yang Fan didn’t care about such things and replied bluntly, "Take it or leave it."

The other party hadn’t expected Yang Fan to be so direct and was silent for quite a while. Anyone in this situation would suspect a scam—after all, they hadn’t even met, and Yang Fan was already asking for a hundred thousand as a deposit.

After a few minutes, the other party replied, "I can pay you a deposit of one hundred thousand, but you’ll have to give me your phone number so I can reach you easily."

Without hesitation, Yang Fan sent his phone number over.

Soon after, his phone rang.

He answered, and a man’s voice came through, "Are you the one selling medicine online?"

Yang Fan replied coolly, "I am."

"The money has been transferred to the account you provided online," the man said in a deep voice. "If you dare to cheat me, your fate will be far worse than you can imagine. Don’t doubt what I’m saying. I have plenty of ways to find out who you are."

Hearing the threat, Yang Fan sneered, "Mind your tone when you speak to me. In this world, those who threaten me all share the same fate: death."

The other party was taken aback by Yang Fan’s audacity and fell silent for a moment.

"Come to Jiangcheng in ten days. I’ll have someone pick you up," the man finally said, setting the time and giving the address before hanging up.

Yang Fan checked his account and indeed saw a deposit of one hundred thousand.

With his first business complete, Yang Fan shut off the computer.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

When he opened it, he found a man standing outside.

"Hello, are you Mr. Yang Fan?" the man asked.

Frowning, Yang Fan asked, "Who are you and what do you want with me?"

"I’m the assistant to Chairman Liu. I’ve come especially to invite you to treat our old master," the man replied.

Learning that he was sent by the Liu family, Yang Fan inquired further.

It turned out that the Liu family had heard about Yang Fan’s medicines, which claimed to cure any disease, so they sent someone to invite him to treat the old master of the family.

Back in his room, Yang Fan fetched the medicine he had prepared and went downstairs with the man.

After getting into the car, the man drove Yang Fan to the Liu family estate.

After some time, the car stopped at the Liu family manor.

Led by the assistant, Yang Fan entered the main reception hall.

As soon as he stepped in, he felt more than a dozen pairs of eyes turn toward him.

He glanced around before his gaze settled on an elderly man.

The old man was dressed in traditional Chinese attire, seated in a grand armchair. His complexion was poor and his energy seemed chaotic.

Yang Fan was certain that this was the Liu family patriarch.

"Father, this is Yang Fan, the person I told you about," Liu Xuanhe stood up and introduced him to Liu Zhenrong.

Of course, he had already told Liu Zhenrong everything he knew about Yang Fan.

Liu Zhenrong fixed a penetrating gaze on Yang Fan that would have made most people nervous, but Yang Fan’s expression remained calm and unruffled. He found a seat and sat down.

"Young man, I hear your medicine can cure any disease. How much does it cost?" Liu Zhenrong asked.

He knew the seriousness of his own condition and that there was no cure for it. He had heard that Yang Fan was extraordinary, no ordinary man.

Now, learning that he sold medicine and was confident enough to claim he could cure all diseases, Liu Zhenrong wanted to see for himself.

"Let me examine your condition first. Then we’ll talk about the price," Yang Fan said coolly.

Liu Zhenrong didn’t hesitate and allowed Yang Fan to proceed.

Yang Fan took his pulse and used his spiritual energy to assess the illness, soon gaining a complete understanding of the disease.

"I’ve understood your condition. As long as you take my medicine and undergo a round of acupuncture, you’ll recover fully," Yang Fan said calmly. "However, before I start treatment, I want payment up front—one hundred million."

The Liu family was the richest in Yuancheng, a true fat sheep waiting to be fleeced. Asking for one hundred million was not unreasonable.

"One hundred million? Why don’t you just rob us? Charging that much for a treatment—clearly a con artist!" a middle-aged man shouted at Yang Fan.

"That’s right, he’s obviously a fraud, trying to extort us Liu family members, thinking we’re easy marks," a woman chimed in.

"Third brother, what kind of person did you bring here? Are you out of your mind to believe someone like this?" Liu Tingxun reproached.

Everyone present was a high-ranking member of the Liu family. Wanting to see who was so bold as to claim they could cure the old master, they all came to have a look.

Now, it seemed they all regarded Yang Fan as nothing more than a swindler, only here to cheat them out of their money. After all, his asking price was outrageous. Even though one hundred million was not much to the Liu family, it wasn’t something they would hand over lightly.

Liu Xuanhe looked embarrassed, not knowing what to say. While Yang Fan was a formidable fighter, whether his medicine could actually cure anything was another matter entirely.

Yang Fan sat calmly in his chair, facing these people without a flicker of emotion in his eyes. He was prepared for the possibility that they’d see him as a fraud, but he saw no need to explain himself. Whether or not the medicine worked would be clear once it was tried.

"I’ve stated my price. Whether you accept or not is up to you," Yang Fan said evenly.

"Hmph, who needs your treatment, fraud?" Liu Ting sneered, convinced Yang Fan was a swindler.

"Suit yourself," Yang Fan said, not bothering to argue, and stood up to leave.

"Wait," Liu Zhenrong called out, stopping Yang Fan in his tracks.