Chapter 32: So, We Were Wrong!

"Who's causing trouble?"

At that moment, a young nurse stormed in, leading seven or eight burly security guards. At her direction, the guards immediately surrounded the troublemaking charlatan, each rubbing their fists and itching to show off their strength.

No matter how intimidating the security guards appeared, Chen Yufeng stood his ground, unafraid. If they wanted to handle things politely, fine—but if they insisted on using force, he would be more than happy to showcase his prowess, just as the ancient overlord once did.

Seeing so many powerful guards arrive, He Shihao felt a surge of delight. He quickly shouted at them, "You lot, give this fraud a good beating! Then take him to the police station. I'll reward you handsomely!"

"Yes, sir, Mr. He! Don't worry, we'll make sure to avenge you and beat this charlatan to a pulp!"

The guards were elated. Who didn't know He Shihao? One of Ninghai City's most renowned tycoons. If he promised a generous reward, it would surely be substantial—perhaps two or three thousand in tips, just for this task. Their monthly salary was only three or four thousand; now, by helping a wealthy man beat someone up, they could make the same amount, plus likely earn a bonus from the hospital. And they got to enjoy themselves in the process.

Of course, they were thrilled.

"You damned charlatan, how dare you come to the hospital to swindle people? Do you think we're just decoration? Brothers, get him—"

The lead guard wasted no words; he ordered them to attack. The eager guards, desperate for their tip, surged forward together.

Their fighting style was crude—just punches and kicks, a chaotic brawl at best, their combat ability no greater than that of ordinary passersby.

In Chen Yufeng's eyes, each of them was far inferior to Wu Weiming. Yet, with their numbers, seven or eight guards could still put on a show. The real motivation was the tip; the prospect of money spurred them to show off their fighting skills more vigorously.

To the observers in the ward, it looked as if a pack of ferocious wolves were descending upon a helpless lamb. But what happened next left their mouths agape, eyes wide, faces frozen in shock.

The man who had seemed a doomed lamb suddenly erupted with astonishing power. With just a few swift moves, he knocked all seven or eight wolfish guards to the ground.

The whole process took no more than ten seconds.

"How—how is this possible?"

"This charlatan has terrifying strength..."

"How can his punches be so fast, and his force so immense..."

The fallen guards lay stunned, unable to believe that so many of them had been felled by one man. Yet, they had felt his frightening strength firsthand.

Was this even human?

In the ward, He Shihao, He Meixuan, Zheng Jiancheng, Wu Weiming, and the two nurses were equally dumbfounded, their minds unable to process what they had just witnessed.

The scene, though brief—just a few blinks—was perfectly clear to them: with a few casual punches and kicks, this charlatan had effortlessly knocked down seven or eight guards. It was a crushing defeat.

The guards were all big, burly men, yet before this seemingly slender charlatan, they had no ability to fight back, collapsing instantly.

Earlier, Chen Yufeng had easily defeated Wu Weiming, lifting him overhead like a toy, which had already shocked everyone. Now, dispatching seven or eight guards in seconds left them even more shaken.

A true master—an extraordinary expert!

They had only seen such prowess in movies and television, but witnessing it firsthand was far more astonishing. If they told anyone, no one would believe it; after all, he had taken down seven or eight strong men barehanded.

While everyone else reeled in disbelief, Chen Yufeng merely shook his head in disappointment, glancing at the groaning guards as if still unsatisfied, muttering, "Honestly, you're so weak. Couldn't you at least let me enjoy myself before collapsing?"

At this moment, Chen Yufeng felt as if possessed by the overlord's spirit, his body surging with strength and an endless fighting will. It had taken only moments to knock down his opponents, yet he still felt unsatisfied, eager for more action.

"Shall we play a little longer?"

He looked at them teasingly.

"No, no, no, master, you win, you win, we admit defeat..."

The guards quickly waved their hands, begging for mercy, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads. They were terrified, their bodies aching terribly, and had no courage left for another fight—it would only mean more misery.

They felt this was a day for freak encounters. Originally, they were to help the tycoon vent his anger by beating a charlatan, but unexpectedly, they met a true master.

Instead, they were beaten themselves—a stroke of terrible luck.

Chen Yufeng did not trouble the guards further; he had no reason to hold a grudge. After a moment, he strode over to He Shihao, his expression sour as he said, "So, tycoon, you still want me beaten and sent to the police station? Is this how you treat your benefactor?"

"Don't—don't do anything rash,"

Having witnessed Chen Yufeng's frightening combat abilities, He Shihao felt a surge of panic and subconsciously stepped back.

But Chen Yufeng did not assault him; he merely grabbed his collar and dragged him over to the bedside.

Lu Qiaoling, who had just taken the miraculous medicine, felt her mind suddenly clear, her chaotic thoughts sharpening, and even long-lost memories resurfaced. At the same time, a warm current flowed through her body, washing over her limbs and bones as if cleansing her from within.

Within a few breaths, she felt indescribable comfort, as if all her minor ailments had vanished. The sensation was so wonderful she could hardly describe it.

She even felt the illusion that her body contained not a trace of impurity, as if she had been reborn.

As she returned to normal, Lu Qiaoling saw her husband and beloved daughter at the bedside. Her heart ached, tears streaming down her face as she choked out, "Shihao, Meixuan, my precious daughter..."

"Qiao—Qiaoling..."

He Shihao heard his wife call his name and for a moment could not react. He was too excited, too overwhelmed. For half a year, he had not heard her address him, and now he stood frozen, unable to believe it.

"Mom... are you calling me?"

He Meixuan was equally stunned. It had been a long time since she had heard her mother call her 'precious daughter.' Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth hanging open, unable to accept it as real.

During the six months her mother had suffered from mental illness, she had not recognized her at all. Now, her mother could clearly call her 'precious daughter.' What did this mean?

Had her mother's illness truly been cured?

"Shihao, Meixuan, I'm all right now..."

Finally, after Lu Qiaoling called them a few more times, He Shihao and He Meixuan snapped out of their daze and rushed to embrace her.

The family could no longer control their emotions; their tears flowed freely, their voices quavering as they spoke.

"Qiaoling, are you really all right?"

"Mom, are you truly better?" He Meixuan still could not believe it.

"Yes, I'm really fine now."

Lu Qiaoling nodded, crying and laughing at once.

"Mom is really better. I feel wonderful inside, not a trace of pain, even my old minor ailments are gone. My mind is clear and alert, my spirit and memory have improved so much."

"Even your old ailments are gone? Your mind is sharper than before?"

"What? How—how is it possible? To treat a mental illness and cure all the body's problems as well?"

He Shihao and He Meixuan stared at her in disbelief.

After repeatedly confirming that Lu Qiaoling was sane, her body healthy, and that she was not rambling, they were so overwhelmed they could hardly speak.

The family clung to one another, crying in each other's arms.

At first, He Meixuan had only the faintest hope in the master, little more than a beautiful fantasy. When she heard the master boast, "Give me one minute and your mother will recover," all hope seemed lost, her dreams shattered.

Yet now, her mother had miraculously returned to normal. Her mind reeled—it was beyond reason, utterly incredible.

But the facts before her could not be denied.

No matter what, her mother's mental illness had been cured. That alone was a blessing beyond measure.