Chapter 47: The Senior Sister's Wrath, Flattening the Jiang Family!

Lu Fan spoke weakly, "I can't go right now. I'm very tired and need to rest."

He was simply speaking the truth, but to Jiang's father, it sounded entirely different. "Do you know what kind of condition Rushan has? He's in the hospital right now, in agonizing pain and practically dying. All you have to do is apply a few acupuncture needles, what is there to be tired of?"

Exerting his patience, Lu Fan replied, "I have examined Jiang Rushan's condition, so I know he is not in mortal danger for the moment. However, my energy is completely depleted, and I need adequate time to recover."

"What do you mean he's not in mortal danger? Do you know how fast his condition is deteriorating? Since you can save him, why refuse to go right now? Or are you looking for an opportunity to extort benefits? Name your price, just tell me how much money you want."

Lu Fan got off the bed. Soaked through to the bone, he wanted to change into clean clothes before continuing his rest.

"Mr. Jiang, I am not asking for money."

"Fine, then give me one of those medicinal pills you gave to Third Master Qin."

Although Jiang's father did not know those were top-tier pills, he had witnessed with his own eyes how Third Master Qin's health had improved almost immediately after taking one, so he wanted one as well.

Lu Fan shook his head. "I don't have any left. I only had that single pill."

"If you have no medicine, then bring your needles and come with me to the hospital right now."

Jiang Xuesue blocked Lu Fan's path. "Dad, the temperature has dropped over the last couple of days, and Lu Fan's clothes are completely soaked. The least you can do is let him change."

"He's a grown man, the car's air conditioning will dry him off. All you know is how to dote on him, but you don't care that your younger brother is in the hospital practically dying of pain."

Jiang's father refused to listen to reason. "Two of you, come and carry him into the car."

"Dad, Lu Fan is..."

"Shut your mouth!"

Jiang's father's bodyguard was a secondary-tier martial artist. As an ordinary person who was utterly exhausted, Lu Fan had no way to break free and was roughly shoved into the car.

Jiang Xuesue looked at him with a face full of distress. "Are you alright?"

The metallic taste of blood still lingered in Lu Fan's mouth. He smiled bitterly and lowered his head. "Not very well."

His breath regulation had been forcefully interrupted, and right now, his internal organs were throbbing with excruciating pain.

Although Jiang Xuesue did not know the specifics, his complexion alone told her that something was terribly wrong. There were only the two of them and the bodyguard in the front passenger seat, so Jiang Xuesue whispered, "What can I do to help you?"

"Give me time. I need to regulate my breathing. Just as I was recovering, your father interrupted me, and my internal organs have suffered a blockage."

"How long will it take?"

"Last time it took me over two days, but this time I'm afraid it will take more than three days."

Ordinarily, it wouldn't have taken this long, but Jiang's father's reckless interference had backfired.

"But my dad won't give you that much time. My younger brother is their whole world."

"In my current condition, going to the hospital won't allow me to perform acupuncture either."

Lu Fan looked at her. "I don't have my phone on me. Miss Jiang, please call Sister Ziyu. Right now, only she can help me."

Subconsciously, Lu Fan wanted to avoid alarming the Qin family. He had only helped Third Master Qin because of his senior sister's request, and he was not a fool; he could sense the deliberate ingratiating gestures from the Qin family.

Once you got too close to a powerful aristocratic family like that, the entanglement of interests would bring him no good.

Hearing him, Jiang Xuesue smiled helplessly. "You call me Miss Jiang, yet you call her Ziyu. Lu Fan, do you really have to draw such a clear line between us?"

Lu Fan sighed. "Make the call quickly, there's no time left."

Jiang Xuesue dialed the number, and Lin Ziyu's lazy voice came through: "Well, well, what wind blew Miss Jiang's call to my phone?"

"Sister Ziyu, it's me."

"Damn it, Junior Brother, why do you sound like you've completely overdrawn yourself? What happened?"

Jiang Xuesue was sitting very close and naturally heard the words "Junior Brother."

No wonder she had felt that the relationship between Lu Fan and Lin Ziyu wasn't quite normal. At a time like this, instead of calling the Qin family, he had asked Lin Ziyu for help.

A junior brother?

Could Lu Fan possibly be a member of some martial sect?

Yet she had never heard of Lin Ziyu joining any martial sects.

While Jiang Xuesue was speculating, Lu Fan had already recounted the situation.

"Send me the license plate number and your location. Give me ten minutes."

Lin Ziyu's tone changed drastically. "I told you long ago to leave the Jiang family, this is infuriating! If that person surnamed Jiang dares to lay a single finger on you, I'll flatten the Jiang family to the ground!"

"Sister Ziyu, I'm counting on you." The moment Lu Fan finished those words, he lost consciousness once again.

Jiang Xuesue heard every word clearly. Lin Ziyu had been so angry that she even cursed, and her words clearly revealed her deep heartache and protectiveness toward Lu Fan.

If this wasn't romantic affection, then it was undoubtedly the deep bond of martial fellowship.

She rested Lu Fan's head against her shoulder, her fingers gently stroking his cheek.

"Lu Fan, just who on earth are you?"

Thinking of how even the Qin family treated him with such reverence, Jiang Xuesue felt a deep wave of regret for her past actions.

Numbly, she replayed the events of the past five years in her mind.

Lin Ziyu had said ten minutes, but it only took her eight.

At the next intersection, a row of cars was parked horizontally, blocking the path of Jiang's father's vehicle.

It was raining, and Lin Ziyu was accompanied by over a hundred martial artists.

They were uniformly dressed in black and holding black umbrellas.

At the lead stood Lin Ziyu. Her bright blonde hair was striking, and though she usually favored vibrant colors, she too wore a long black trench coat. The only constant was that she was still wearing a pair of ten-centimeter high heels.

Her face was cold as she gazed frigidly at Jiang's father inside the car.

Ordinary people simply could not withstand such spiritual pressure—it carried the oppressive and piercing intensity of a coming mountain storm.

Only then did Jiang Xuesue remember that the usually carefree Lin Ziyu was actually a high-tier martial artist.

She had put away her playful demeanor, enveloped in an aura of biting frost.

Her voice was soaked with chilling coldness: "Where do you think you are taking Lu Fan?"