SWNOVELXO Ch. 4
Chapter 4: The Divine Son-in-Law Faces Humiliation Again, Another Failed Attempt to Show Off
After downing two drinks at “Midnight Charm,” I, Chu Yun, figured it was about time.
Watching a joke unfold was only satisfying if I was there in person.
I floored the gas pedal, driving my flashy Ferrari back to the Wanhao Zhizun Hotel.
At that moment,
The commotion at the hotel entrance had settled. The eight Heavenly Kings, along with dozens of their “elite society members,” had been whisked away to the police station for tea.
The atmosphere in the banquet hall remained eerie, the police’s arrival like a bucket of cold water dousing the festive mood of the birthday celebration.
As soon as I stepped inside, a group of guests immediately swarmed over.
“Oh, Young Master Chu is back!”
“We were so worried about you with all that ruckus outside! Seeing you’re fine puts us at ease!”
“I heard something happened at home, and you rushed back halfway through your fun, Young Master Chu. So filial!”
Listening to their hypocritical flattery, I just waved lazily, my gaze drifting with interest toward the main table.
The real show was just beginning.
Sure enough, my mother-in-law, Li Wenfang, her sharp face already twisted from the earlier humiliation, was a sight to behold.
Unable to find the culprit behind the chaos, she unleashed all her pent-up resentment, now even more intense, onto Lin Fan.
“Useless! You’re nothing but a jinx!”
Li Wenfang pointed at Lin Fan’s nose, her voice shrill and piercing.
“Look at you! Ever since you showed up, nothing good has happened to our Chu family! Today is your grandfather’s eightieth birthday, with all of Jingdu’s elites here, and what happens? The police show up at our door! You, you spineless waste, have completely disgraced our Chu family!”
The surrounding guests joined in, whispering and pointing at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan kept his head down, his fists clenched under the table, knuckles cracking, his entire body like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
His heart churned like a stormy sea!
With the eight Heavenly Kings arrested, he was burning with anxiety, yet he had to maintain his useless persona, unable to reveal even a hint of his true self.
This humiliation, this suffocation, nearly burst his chest!
But he could only endure!
He swallowed the bitter anger, forcing it down.
But just then, something unexpected happened!
“Ugh…”
At the head of the table, the Chu family patriarch, Chu Xiaotian, suddenly let out a pained groan. His once-rosy face turned a ghastly liver-red in an instant!
He clutched his chest tightly with both hands, strange “hrrk hrrk” sounds escaping his throat, as if an invisible hand were choking him. His body went limp, and he collapsed straight toward the floor!
“Dad!”
“Grandpa!”
“Old Master!”
The scene descended into chaos!
The Chu family members rushed forward in a panic, and the entire banquet hall turned into a mess.
“Quick! Call an ambulance!” Chu Qingxue shouted anxiously, her voice trembling with tears.
Amid the chaos, Lin Fan, who had kept his head lowered, suddenly had a brilliant spark flash in his eyes!
Here it was!
The opportunity had arrived!
Heaven was helping him!
Joy surged in his heart like molten lava!
The face he’d lost earlier could now be reclaimed tenfold, a hundredfold, in this perfect moment!
With his peerless medical skill, the “Taiyi Divine Needle,” saving a dying old man was child’s play!
He would show everyone who the real useless one was!
He would make the entire Chu family kneel and beg him!
Lin Fan shot to his feet, stepping forward, his face solemn with a saintly compassion, and spoke in a deep voice:
“Everyone, move aside, I’ll—”
But his words were cut off halfway.
“Brother Yun!”
An utterly ill-timed voice rang out loudly from the crowd—it was that chubby Wang Aijun.
“Brother Yun! Hurry up! Don’t you know some medical stuff? Last time, didn’t you fix my mom’s chronic leg pain from twenty years ago? Go save the Old Master!”
That shout was earth-shattering!
All eyes “whooshed” from the dying patriarch and Lin Fan, who was about to show off, to my irreverent face.
I froze: “…”
Damn it!
This fatty was a real genius!
Chu Qingxue, frantic, grabbed me: “Chu Yun, stop messing around! This is a matter of life and death!”
Pushed to the forefront, I spread my hands, adopting a fearless expression.
“I only know a bit of the basics.”
I sauntered forward lazily, muttering, “An ambulance will take time anyway. Might as well play doctor. Who knows, maybe this blind cat will stumble on a dead mouse?”
This carefree attitude nearly made the Chu family spit blood.
But there was no other option at the moment.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was completely frozen.
He stood like a statue, one foot still mid-step, his hand outstretched in a savior-like pose, his expression shifting from ecstasy to shock, then to confusion, and finally to ashen despair.
The script?
The script was wrong again?!
He watched helplessly as I, under everyone’s gaze, leisurely walked to the patriarch’s side and crouched down.
I extended my fingers, seemingly casually tapping, pressing, and kneading a few major acupoints on the patriarch’s chest, my movements smooth as flowing water, all while muttering some incomprehensible “ancestral chant” under my breath.
To everyone watching, it looked like pure nonsense!
But a miracle happened the very next second!
Chu Xiaotian, who had been gasping with more air leaving than entering, his face purple, suddenly stopped making those strange noises!
He took a deep, shuddering breath, coughed violently a few times, and the terrifying liver-red color rapidly faded, replaced by a healthy flush returning to his face.
“I… I’m okay?”
Chu Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes, sitting up in a daze, feeling as though he’d just walked through the gates of hell, but now his body felt invigorated, his breathing stronger than ever!
The hall fell dead silent!
All the guests’ eyes widened, as if they’d seen a ghost!
The Chu family was collectively petrified, Li Wenfang’s mouth agape, big enough to fit an egg.
Chu Qingxue’s icy, beautiful eyes flickered with shock, confusion, and a trace of disbelief for the first time!
She’d never imagined that her good-for-nothing brother, who only knew how to eat, drink, and play, was hiding such miraculous skills!
Was this…
Was this still the spoiled brother she knew?
At that moment, The person who most wanted to die was, once again, Lin Fan.
He stood there like a clown statue, the most awkward backdrop in the room.
He’d prepared everything—lines, actions, expressions… even the pose to accept the crowd’s worship after saving the day.
And the result?
He only managed to say, “I’ll take a look,” and the patient… the patient was saved by me in an almost playful manner!
His divine medical script was stillborn!
His Taiyi Divine Needle didn’t even get a chance to be mentioned!
“Good! Wonderful!”
The now-conscious Chu Xiaotian grabbed my hand excitedly, tears streaming down his face.
“Little Yun! My dear grandson! You’re truly the Chu family’s lucky star! A divine healer in our midst!”
The patriarch’s golden words instantly sent my status in the family skyrocketing!
Lin Fan listened to the praises ringing in his ears, watching me being swarmed by the crowd, and felt a sickly sweet surge of blood rush to his throat.
His body trembled with extreme anger and humiliation.
Damn it!
Damn that Chu Yun!
My divine medical script was ruined by that bastard again!
How could he know medicine?!
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!