Chapter 41: Recognized

Hearing Yang Fan’s absolute confidence in curing him, the old man was astonished. His illness had long been deemed incurable; all he could do was await the day death would claim him. He had already lost all hope.

But now, hearing Yang Fan say he could heal him, a spark of hope was reignited in his heart. After all, he was not yet ready to return to dust. Moreover, Yang Fan had described the state of his body with complete accuracy, not missing a single detail.

“Young man, if you truly can cure my illness, I will give you the jade pendant,” the old man said, somewhat agitated. As long as his illness could be cured, what harm was there in giving away the pendant?

“Old sir, have you lost your senses? This fellow is obviously a fraud,” Ye Ke said, thinking the old man was truly muddled for agreeing to let Yang Fan treat him.

“Young lady, you have no idea about the condition inside my body,” the old man said to Ye Ke. “I know my own illness well, and everything this young man just said was correct.”

Since Yang Fan could clearly state the old man’s condition and recent symptoms, the old man already believed him. To be able to diagnose so accurately by taking his pulse showed Yang Fan possessed extraordinary skills. One had to know, only specialized medical equipment could detect the illness inside his body.

“But there’s no medicine on earth that can cure a disease so quickly after being taken,” Ye Ke still did not believe Yang Fan. After all, he had said that taking his medicine would bring an immediate cure. Such words sounded impossible. What medicine could work such a miracle?

“My medicine is far beyond the comprehension of the ignorant,” Yang Fan said, glancing at Ye Ke with a cold sneer. He took out a small bottle of medicine and handed it to the old man. “Old sir, as long as you take this, I guarantee your illness will be cured. If not, I’ll ask nothing for your jade pendant.”

The old man looked at the bottle in Yang Fan’s hand and took it. Opening it and inhaling, he felt a sense of comfort wash over him.

“Drink it quickly, or the medicine’s efficacy will dissipate,” Yang Fan urged.

Without hesitation, the old man drank the medicine. As it went down, the discomfort inside him gradually faded, his breathing became easier, and the nausea in his throat disappeared. Moving his body, he found he had more strength than before; the weakness was gone.

“Amazing,” the old man exclaimed in delight. The improvement in his body left him deeply shaken. He hadn’t felt this comfortable in a long time.

“Young man, thank you for your medicine. I am healed,” the old man said gratefully, gripping Yang Fan’s hand. He could scarcely believe that one bottle of medicine had cured an illness that plagued him for over a decade.

In his eyes, Yang Fan had become a miracle doctor.

“This is the jade pendant—take it,” the old man said, removing it and handing it to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan did not refuse. After receiving the pendant, he also wrote a check for two million and gave it to the old man. The old man was surprised by this gesture and initially wanted to refuse, but Yang Fan showed no sign of taking it back. Yang Fan knew well the true value of the jade pendant—it was far more than two million. Even a bottle of his medicine could not compare to its worth.

The old man thanked him again and left.

Ye Ke stood rooted in place, staring at Yang Fan and the old man, her emotions in turmoil.

“Ignorant,” Yang Fan said coldly, glancing back at Ye Ke before turning and leaving.

“Scoundrel!” Ye Ke cursed inwardly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She felt utterly humiliated. She had thought Yang Fan was interested in her, but now she realized that was not the case at all.

“Ye Ke, why are you so upset?” At that moment, a young woman approached her with curiosity.

“It’s all because of that infuriating man,” Ye Ke said angrily.

“Who was it, daring to bully the famous Miss Ye?” Zhang Yuyan asked with a laugh.

“That guy,” Ye Ke said, pointing at Yang Fan.

Zhang Yuyan followed her gaze, her eyes landing on Yang Fan. “He looks oddly familiar,” she murmured, staring at him, feeling sure she had seen him before.

Suddenly, she remembered. “It’s him—the wretched thief!” Zhang Yuyan cried out and rushed toward Yang Fan.

Ye Ke was puzzled, not knowing what Zhang Yuyan was up to, and hurried after her.

“Stop!” Zhang Yuyan caught up with Yang Fan and shouted.

Hearing someone call out, Yang Fan turned and saw Zhang Yuyan standing before him. He immediately recognized her as the woman with the spirit stone from the train. That moment had left a deep impression on him.

His expression unchanged, Yang Fan asked calmly, “What do you want?”

“Hmph, what do I want?” Zhang Yuyan snorted. “Yang Fan, return the spirit stone to me at once!”

She knew the man before her was the outcast driven from the Yang family.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Yang Fan replied impatiently.

He turned to leave, but Zhang Yuyan blocked his way. “Don’t play dumb. On the train last time, you stole my spirit stone. Hand it over, now!” she demanded loudly.

The surrounding passersby began to look their way.

“Oh, so you’re a thief after all,” Ye Ke sneered, joining Zhang Yuyan in glaring at Yang Fan with contempt. “I knew you weren’t a good person.”

Yang Fan regarded them calmly and said, “You should have evidence before making accusations. If you say I stole your spirit stone, show me the proof. If you have evidence, I’ll admit to it.”

He was confident in his own skill; there was no way Zhang Yuyan could prove anything. There were no cameras on the train, nothing to check.

Zhang Yuyan was momentarily at a loss. She indeed had no evidence, though she was certain Yang Fan had taken her spirit stone. Of that, she was sure.

Seeing that Zhang Yuyan could produce no proof, Yang Fan sneered inwardly.

“If you can’t prove it, then don’t block my way. I’ve no time for you,” he said coldly, sidestepping her and heading for the station exit.

“You’re not going anywhere! Give me back my spirit stone!” Zhang Yuyan stepped in front of him again, refusing to give up now that she had found him.

“Don’t push my patience, or don’t blame me for being rude,” Yang Fan’s voice grew colder.

But Zhang Yuyan remained unmoved, still blocking his path.

“Oh, so you want to hit someone because you stole from them?” Ye Ke couldn’t stand it any longer. She came over to Zhang Yuyan’s side, both of them now standing in Yang Fan’s way.

“You think I wouldn’t dare?” Yang Fan’s gaze turned icy.

“Help! This ruffian is assaulting me!” Ye Ke suddenly shouted.

The people in the station all turned to look.

Yang Fan’s patience snapped. He raised his hand and slapped Ye Ke across the face.

A sharp sound rang out, and a bright red handprint appeared on Ye Ke’s cheek. She was stunned into silence.