Chapter 47: Subdued with One Hand

After a night of cultivation, Wang Gang had already reached the threshold of the Qi Refining stage; with diligent practice, he would soon attain the early phase of Qi Refining. Now, he regarded Yang Fan as a figure of divine prowess.

In the morning, Yang Fan took Wang Gang with him to a villa on the outskirts of River City. This estate, called Emerald Spring Manor, sprawled across a vast area, its landscape blessed with clear mountains and flowing waters, and servants could be seen everywhere.

Upon reaching the manor’s grand entrance, Yang Fan explained the purpose of their visit and was promptly escorted inside by a servant. They arrived before a luxurious villa, where a middle-aged man stepped out to greet them.

“You’re Doctor Yang Fan?” the man asked, his expression tinged with doubt. He had imagined Yang Fan to be an elderly sage, not someone so young. In his heart, he had already deemed Yang Fan to be a reclusive master physician, though whether he could actually cure the illness would only become clear after an examination.

Yang Fan simply nodded, saying little.

“My name is Li Quan. I was the one who paid the hundred-thousand yuan deposit,” Li Quan said to Yang Fan.

“Let’s begin the consultation. Once we’re done, I must be on my way,” Yang Fan replied coolly.

Li Quan’s brow furrowed, his heart somewhat displeased with Yang Fan’s attitude.

“You may go in, but he must stay here,” Li Quan said, pointing at Wang Gang.

“He is my assistant. He must accompany me. Otherwise, I’ll leave at once,” Yang Fan retorted, his tone turning somewhat forceful.

Seeing Yang Fan’s intractable manner, Li Quan was irritated and almost spoke up, but in the end, he restrained himself. After all, he was relying on Yang Fan to cure the illness.

“Very well, please come in,” Li Quan gestured.

Yang Fan and Wang Gang followed Li Quan inside. Upon entering, Yang Fan noticed six people in the main hall. Among them, an older man in his fifties or sixties sat on the sofa, his piercing gaze fixed upon Yang Fan with a hint of intimidation.

Standing beside him were four burly men in black suits—clearly bodyguards. Another man in a suit sat to the side, regarding Yang Fan with open hostility.

“Doctor Yang, this is my employer, Mr. Wyatt,” Li Quan introduced the man on the sofa.

Then, turning to Wyatt, Li Quan said, “This is the doctor I mentioned, Yang Fan. He may have a way to cure young master Ross’s illness.”

Wyatt’s eyes scrutinized Yang Fan. “Is your medicine truly so miraculous? Can you cure any illness?”

When Li Quan first told him that Yang Fan’s medicine could cure all ailments, Wyatt had felt skeptical. He knew the young master’s illness was no ordinary affliction—certainly not something common medicine could resolve.

Even with the current level of medical science, it was untreatable.

“If it is an illness, there is nothing my medicine cannot cure,” Yang Fan replied with pride and confidence.

“Hmph, I think this fellow is a fraud, trying to fool us,” scoffed the middle-aged man sitting to the side. “Li Quan, have you lost your mind? Do you really believe some random person found online can cure young master Ross?”

Li Quan did not refute him, for he himself was uncertain whether Yang Fan could cure Ross’s illness.

This man was Lin Jiancheng, in truth Li Quan’s rival. Both worked for the Ross family, vying to become their business agent in the Yanhuang nation. Should Yang Fan succeed in curing young master Ross, Li Quan would have a real chance at the position. Naturally, Lin Jiancheng did not want Li Quan to win such credit, hence his open skepticism.

“Ignorant fool,” Yang Fan remarked coldly, glancing at Lin Jiancheng with a sneer.

Feeling slighted, Lin Jiancheng grew agitated. “You call me ignorant, yet what proof do you have that your medicine can cure all ailments?” he sneered.

“If you want proof, bring out the patient for me to examine. As long as it’s an illness, I can cure it,” Yang Fan declared with assurance.

“Hmph, who knows if your medicine is even safe? If there are side effects, can you bear the consequences?” Lin Jiancheng pressed on, his distrust evident.

Yang Fan could not be bothered to argue further and fixed his gaze on Wyatt. “Whether or not you wish for treatment is up to you,” he said indifferently. If they did not trust him, he would not waste his breath.

Wyatt hesitated, weighing whether to allow Yang Fan to try. He knew nothing of Yang Fan’s background, and if something went wrong, the consequences could be dire—after all, young master Ross held an extraordinary place within the Ross family.

“Make up your mind. I don’t have time to wait for you,” Yang Fan said impatiently. “If you refuse, I won’t be returning the hundred-thousand yuan deposit.”

Li Quan bristled at the mention of the deposit, and Wyatt’s expression soured. The four bodyguards beside him stared intently at Yang Fan, ready to act at a moment’s notice.

“Go and invite the young master out,” Wyatt finally ordered, after shooting Yang Fan a deep look.

Lin Jiancheng seemed about to speak, but Wyatt silenced him.

“Young man, should you fail to cure my family’s young master, do not expect to leave here easily,” Wyatt warned, his voice grave.

Yang Fan scoffed. “You’d best not threaten me. I do not take kindly to threats,” he replied, his tone cold and laced with a faint killing intent.

Sensing the murderous aura emanating from Yang Fan, Wyatt was inwardly alarmed. The four bodyguards beside him tensed, as though facing a formidable foe.

At that moment, a man in his twenties was wheeled out. Upon seeing him, both Li Quan and Lin Jiancheng bowed in greeting.

Yang Fan observed the young master Ross; the latter’s face was deathly pale, his breath weak, as if he might expire at any moment. Moreover, a chilling aura seemed to emanate from his body.

“Young master, this is Doctor Yang. He is here to treat you,” Wyatt introduced.

Ross nodded but said nothing.

Wyatt motioned for Yang Fan to approach.

Yang Fan stepped forward, reaching out to examine the patient. Just as his hand extended, the young man beside Ross suddenly struck, launching a surprise attack. Instantly, Yang Fan sensed danger and reacted swiftly, seizing the assailant’s wrist and exerting force.

With one hand, Yang Fan lifted the young man into the air, suspending him off the ground. Channeling his spiritual energy into his arm, Yang Fan slammed the youth forcefully to the floor.

A thunderous crash echoed through the hall, causing the entire room to shake. Looking down, there was now a large pit in the ground, with cracks spreading like a spider’s web.

The young man lay on the floor in agony, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

This sudden turn of events left everyone momentarily stunned. Wyatt, in particular, was shocked by Yang Fan’s display of strength.

He knew the youth Yang Fan had subdued was among the top experts in the Ross family. That Yang Fan had so easily overpowered such a master spoke volumes of his extraordinary prowess.

“Mr. Yang Fan, please, there is no need for anger. He acted only to protect young master Ross,” Wyatt hastily explained.

Yang Fan cast a cold glance at the youth. “I’ll spare your life this time,” he said.

Had it been before, Yang Fan would not have hesitated to kill.