Rakish Little Immortal Doctor

"???"

Upon seeing Zhang Di brazenly pouring a bottle of laxative into his chicken soup, Li Qianfan's face was a picture of confusion. Damn, who the hell is this guy, poisoning me right under my nose? Does he really think I'm blind?

Oh...right, in the eyes of many, I am indeed blind.

But still, you can't just bully a blind man so blatantly!

"You blind fuck, this is a potent laxative that'll shit you to death!"

After adding the laxative, Zhang Di's mouth curled up in a wicked smile, and then he swaggered off.

"Stop right there!"

Li Qianfan's face was cold, and he shouted angrily.

At his command, Zhang Di stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at Li Qianfan, and asked indifferently, "What do you want?"

Without answering Zhang Di's question, Li Qianfan picked up the chicken soup and stood up, walking toward Zhang Di.

Watching Li Qianfan approaching, Zhang Di felt as if he were being targeted by a ferocious wolf, experiencing an unprecedented fear, a feeling he never even had in front of the Pavilion Master. This guy was eerily strange.

However, when he remembered that the other party was blind, Zhang Di's tension gradually faded away. He was, after all, a Second Rank martial artist of the Four Seas Martial Pavilion. If he was frightened by a blind man, how could he continue to stand in this world? Read latest stories on empire

"What do you want?"

With a frown, Zhang Di asked while holding his dinner plate.

"Why did you poison my chicken soup?"

Li Qianfan placed the chicken soup in front of Zhang Di and questioned him with an ice-cold tone.

Damn??

Hearing Li Qianfan's accusation, Zhang Di furrowed his brows, incredulity filling his eyes. How could this blind man see that he had put poison in the chicken soup?

Could someone have told Li Qianfan about it?

No, that couldn't be right; he hadn't told anyone about poisoning Li Qianfan's meal.

"When did you see me poison your chicken soup? Don't spout bullshit," Zhang Di denied vehemently.

Li Qianfan calmly stated, "You know that I cannot see."

"Yes, even you know that you can't see," Zhang Di boasted arrogantly: "Since you can't see, why accuse me of poisoning your chicken soup? You're obviously talking nonsense. I could even sue you for defamation..."

Sue me for defamation?

Li Qianfan was immediately amused and angered. He looked down at the chicken soup in his hand, his eyes brimming with a frosty glint.

Seeing that Li Qianfan remained silent, Zhang Di thought he had nothing to say and coldly spoke, "You stinking blind man, don't fucking frame me. I'll let it slide this time, but if you dare to trouble me again, I'll kill you!"

However...

Before Zhang Di could finish, Li Qianfan's large hand instantly struck, locking around his neck. A powerful sense of suffocation overwhelmed him, bringing the scent of death itself.

Then a force pulled him down, and he found himself dragged under the crotch of Li Qianfan, his plate snatched away.

"How dare you fucking lay hands on me!"

Zhang Di had never expected Li Qianfan to be so bold and threw a punch straight at Li Qianfan's stomach.

With this punch, he exerted ten levels of his strength; even Fourth Rank martial artist Zhao Tianjie wouldn't dare to take this punch head-on. What shocked him was that, despite the punch landing squarely on his opponent's stomach, it didn't move him at all.

Boom!!

Zhang Di was stunned on the spot, his eyes filled with undeniable shock.

"Child's play!"

Li Qianfan sneered and secretly channeled the Dragon and Phoenix Mystery Skill, allowing a wisp of True Qi to spread in his palm and then directly injected it into Zhang Di's body. Soon after, Zhang Di felt his entire body go numb and his strength seemed to be sucked out in an instant.

Completely devoid of strength, his body felt soft and limp, leaving him no choice but to let Li Qianfan hold his arm with his elbow.

The next moment, he saw Li Qianfan bring a bowl of chicken soup to his lips. Seeing this, Zhang Di panicked, but he currently had no strength to resist and was forced to drink the entire bowl of chicken soup.

He wanted to call for help, but found he couldn't make a sound!

Although there were many people in the restaurant, the two of them were in a corner, and as long as they didn't make too much noise, nobody would notice them. Moreover, Li Qianfan's actions looked like a brotherly tussle, hardly drawing a second glance from anyone.

Gulp gulp—

In no time, Zhang Di had finished the whole bowl of chicken soup, not a drop was left.

Li Qianfan released Zhang Di, letting him slump to the ground. He said coldly, "This time, I'll spare you. If you dare to trouble me again, I'll kill you!"

After throwing Zhang Di's words back at him, Li Qianfan picked up the dinner plate from the table and left.

Zhang Di sat there dazed for a long time. What method did that damned blind man use? Why did his strength disappear without any capacity to resist? Having suffered such an immense humiliation, he somewhat regretted acting alone.

If he had brought two of his brothers, he might not have had chicken soup forced upon him!

Chicken soup…

All of a sudden, Zhang Di's face changed. He immediately opened his mouth and used his fingers to induce vomiting, hoping to eject the chicken soup. However, as he was retching, his stomach suddenly made 'gurgle gurgle' sounds.

Then, a wave of pain struck.

Zhang Di rushed into the restroom immediately.

About half an hour later, he walked out of the restroom clutching his stomach in pain. Remembering that intense discomfort, he felt a deep-seated hatred for Li Qianfan, wishing to disembowel him right then and there.

But the thought of Li Qianfan's mysterious methods doused some of his anger.

Seeking revenge on Li Qianfan now would be akin to seeking death.

He needed to find help!

With that thought, Zhang Di immediately took out his phone and called Zhao Tianjie: "Brother Tianjie, I've been bullied by that new damned blind man; you must help me get revenge…"

…

After the meal, Li Qianfan returned to Ye Ling'er's office.

While he was meditating on the sofa, the office door was pushed open, and an excited Ye Ling'er ran in. Seeing Li Qianfan, she exclaimed in surprise, "Li Qianfan, the tumor in my lung really disappeared, how did you do it?"

Li Qianfan answered with a smile, "I did it with massage techniques."

"I know!"

Ye Ling'er sat down beside Li Qianfan, her excited little face flushed, like a child, and said, "What kind of massage technique is this? It solved a problem that countless divine doctors couldn't resolve. It's too miraculous; the most important thing is, after the tumor disappeared, I can still clearly feel the presence of 'Qi'. This is exactly what I've dreamed of happening."

"This set of massage techniques was taught to me by my grandfather, and it just happens to have the effect of eliminating tumors," replied Li Qianfan.

"You're really incredible," Ye Ling'er looked at Li Qianfan with eyes that were no longer as cold as before. Initially, she thought Li Qianfan was just a beneficiary of nepotism, but now her impression of him had changed drastically.

This guy is not as simple as he appears!

"However, don't get too excited yet. With the 'Qi' still present, there's still a chance that tumors might grow in your lungs again," said Li Qianfan, his expression turning serious.

In fact, Ye Ling'er thought that the 'Qi' bestowed by the heavens was just the Power of the Solar Terms.

While the Power of the Solar Terms within Ye Ling'er gave her an exceptionally high talent for martial arts, the presence of this hot toxin continuously damaged her body. The tumor in her lung was one of the mildest symptoms—if the Power of the Solar Terms were to erupt, her life could be in danger.

"I know!"

Yet, Ye Ling'er nodded with a grave face, "Grandfather said that as long as I successfully learn the Phoenix Fist, I'll be able to control the 'Qi' within my body. At that time, tumors will no longer form, so let's hurry up and cultivate together now!"