Chapter 6: Senior Brother, You've Been Sold, and You're Still Counting the Money!

Who was responsible for this?

This question hit Xiao Chen right in the sore spot.

He had thought that, after his rebirth, his knowledge of the future would allow him to turn things around and escape his tragic fate.

But who could have imagined that before he even had the chance to take off, his ambitions and bright future would be crushed—by a woman weighing over 200 pounds?!

Can someone tell me why?

Of course, that woman hadn't meant to do it.

And as a protagonist with a magnanimous heart, he wouldn't blame an innocent bystander.

Instead, all his resentment was directed at—

"Lin Beifan! It's all because of him!!!" Xiao Chen gritted his teeth.

Zhao Siming was stunned. "Lin Beifan? The guy who called me? What does he have to do with this? The doctor told me he was the one who brought you here and even prepaid your medical expenses! There aren't many good people like him left in this world!"

Xiao Chen glared at Zhao Siming furiously.

Brother, you've been sold, and you're still helping the seller count the money!

In the previous life, you were tricked so badly that you lost your job, were forced to leave Song Family Hospital, and ended up living a miserable life.

But I don't blame you, Senior Brother!

Because I was reborn—you weren't. You don't know how devious that man truly is!

Lin Beifan is dangerously cunning.

Despite possessing immense talent and powerful connections, he insists on pretending to be a clueless rich kid. He lulls everyone into underestimating him, only to strike with devastating precision when they least expect it!

Even more terrifying is his impeccable strategy.

He doesn't play dirty—he plays smart!

He always stands on the moral high ground, cornering his opponents with righteousness, leaving them utterly defenseless.

In my past life, I wasn't the only one who fell victim to him. Several of my sworn brothers were also ruined by his schemes!

Our careers were destroyed!

Our women ran off with him!

Even now, just thinking about it makes my heart ache!

"Senior Brother, don't be fooled by his harmless appearance! Go ask around—he's the eldest young master of the Lin family, a second-generation rich playboy who does nothing but waste money! How could someone like that be a good person?"

Zhao Siming hesitated. "Is that… really true?"

"Of course it is! Why would I lie to you, Senior Brother? That guy is rotten to the core—pure evil!" Xiao Chen gritted his teeth. "But there's no point saying too much right now. You'll understand in time! Just trust me—I'd never deceive you!"

Zhao Siming nodded.

"Alright, let's not dwell on this anymore." Xiao Chen forced a smile. "Senior Brother, I called you here not just to meet up, but also to ask for your help in treating my injuries!"

He sighed bitterly. "As you can see, I have three fractured ribs. Normally, it would take at least two months to heal, but I can't afford to wait that long! I need to recover as soon as possible!"

"Haha! Junior Brother, you came to the right person!" Zhao Siming laughed confidently. "With my skills, I guarantee you'll be fully recovered within a week!"

Xiao Chen's eyes lit up. "Senior Brother, does that mean… your Ghost Valley Nine Needles technique has reached the seventh stage?"

Zhao Siming nodded proudly. "The Ghost Valley Nine Needles are divided into nine stages:

The First Needle relieves pain.

The Second Needle dispels cold.

The Third Needle reduces fever.

The Fourth Needle stops bleeding.

The Fifth Needle promotes tissue regeneration.

The Sixth Needle heals internal organs.

The Seventh Needle mends bones.

The Eighth Needle revives the soul.

The Ninth Needle—the Death Needle—can take a life!

Although I don't have your level of talent, I've been training diligently day and night. Not long ago, I finally mastered the Seventh Needle—Bone Mending!

With this technique, I can accelerate your bone healing! Under my treatment, you'll be back on your feet in less than a week!"

Xiao Chen was ecstatic. "Haha! Senior Brother, you're incredible! Hurry, let's begin!"

He clenched his fists. Lin Beifan, just you wait! Once I recover, I'll settle the score with you!

"Alright, Junior Brother, let me start the treatment!"

With that, Zhao Siming took out a silver needle from his medical kit.

After sterilizing it over a flame, he said solemnly, "Junior Brother, this might hurt a bit, but bear with it!"

Xiao Chen nodded, determination in his eyes. "Senior Brother, go ahead! After what I endured last night, this is nothing!"

"Alright, here I go! Brace yourself!"

Zhao Siming pressed the needle against Xiao Chen's chest and pushed.

But—

The needle wouldn't pierce through!

He tried again.

Still nothing.

"Junior Brother… have you been practicing internal energy cultivation?" Zhao Siming asked in confusion.

Xiao Chen shook his head. "How could I? If I had, I wouldn't have ended up like this! I don't know why, but my skin has become really tough! Senior Brother, try using more force!"

"Got it!"

Zhao Siming pressed harder.

The needle bent.

"It's fine, I'll try another one!"

He switched to a thicker needle and attempted again.

Still no luck.

Frustrated, he tried one after another, but each needle either bent or broke without leaving so much as a scratch.

"This is impossible!"

Zhao Siming clenched his teeth, grabbed his last and thickest silver needle, and put all his strength into it.

He even climbed onto the bed to gain better leverage.

"Take this!"

But just as he thrust the needle down—

His foot slipped!

"Ahhh!"

The needle vanished.

Xiao Chen blinked. "Senior Brother, did it go in?"

Zhao Siming's face turned deathly pale. "Yes… it went in."

"But… why don't I feel anything?"

Zhao Siming clutched his thigh and whimpered, "Because… it went into me…"

"..."

Xiao Chen, speechless.