The beauty rolled her eyes dramatically. "I'm on my period, thank you, goodbye!"
"Uh..."
Lin Fan blinked. How many con artists had this beauty encountered?
"Beautiful lady, you're sick... don't hit me!"
"Beautiful lady, are you unable to produce milk after giving birth? I can help with that."
"Beautiful lady, please listen to me first. I'm really not a con artist..."
He tried to stop more than a dozen beauties in a row, but instead, he nearly got beaten up.
"Is the city's social scene this complicated?"
"The elaborate sales pitch I painstakingly devised has apparently already been used by con artists."
Lin Fan's head ached.
Just as he was wondering if he should buy his sister-in-law a set of pajamas, his eyes lit up.
A man and a woman were walking towards him.
The woman was in her twenties, with a lively and cute appearance. While not as beautiful as Ye Qingcheng, she was certainly attractive.
Most importantly, she had a voluptuous figure, comparable to Song Yue's.
The man had white hair all over his head and, despite the sweltering heat, wore long sleeves and long pants, appearing to be around sixty years old.
The young woman was arm in arm with the old man, chatting and laughing, their interaction incredibly intimate.
It wasn't uncommon nowadays for older men to be with younger women.
What made Lin Fan happy was that, within his Purple Extreme Spiritual Eye's vision, the old man was enveloped in a dense, unmoving black aura.
"Excuse me, please stop for a moment."
Lin Fan smiled and walked towards them.
The old man looked at him with a confused expression. "What is it?"
"Esteemed sir, I observe a black mist surrounding you and a redness between your brows. I fear you have only three days to live," Lin Fan stated truthfully.
"Con artist, get lost! We don't have money!" the young woman cursed.
"Qi Qi, do not be rude!" the old man rebuked.
He then explained, "Those who practice fortune-telling also have to make a living; it's not easy for anyone."
The girl named Qi Qi stuck out her tongue, her eyes practically rolling to the heavens.
The old man nodded slightly at Lin Fan and was about to leave.
Lin Fan quickly added, "Sir, have you been experiencing chest tightness and headaches recently? Occasional hallucinations and hearing things? Do you feel nauseous when you see the sun?"
Upon hearing this, the old man immediately stopped, a look of surprise on his face.
Qi Qi, however, snorted, "We're walking in the shade, and my grandfather is wearing long sleeves and pants. Anyone with eyes can see he's afraid of the sun."
Lin Fan chuckled awkwardly. "So he's your grandfather? I thought..."
He didn't dare to say the rest, but it still provoked Qi Qi's displeasure.
"You pervert!"
"Qi Qi!"
The old man reprimanded her again. Then, he cupped his fists towards Lin Fan. "Young master, I apologize for any offense caused. Please forgive me."
The symptoms Lin Fan had just described had been tormenting him for a week.
He had consulted experts at major hospitals across Tianjiang Province, but none could diagnose the cause.
He had even gone to top hospitals in Shangjing, but there were no results.
To think that this young man, with just one glance, had described all his symptoms.
This reignited a flicker of hope in his despairing heart.
"Young master, can you cure my illness?" the old man asked excitedly.
"It's as easy as turning my hand," Lin Fan replied confidently.
The old man grabbed his hand. "Young master, how much are the medical fees? Money is no object as long as you can save me!"
"Grandpa, don't believe him. He's just a con artist, and a lustful one at that!"
Qi Qi pouted. The experts in Shangjing were helpless, so how could this pervert with his wild thoughts possibly cure him?
"Qi Qi, stop talking nonsense, or Grandpa will be angry."
The old man sighed. He wasn't afraid of death, but this illness was too torturous.
Now, he was unwilling to give up even the slightest glimmer of hope.
"Let's treat the illness first, then discuss the fees," Lin Fan said.
"Alright!"
The old man nodded emphatically and prepared to take off his shirt.
"Why are you taking off your clothes?" Lin Fan stopped him.
"Don't you need to examine me? Other doctors always ask me to undress for examination," the old man replied, puzzled.
"Ahem, no, no need. I'm not interested in men."
Lin Fan thought to himself, if it were your granddaughter, I might consider it, but I don't want to see your washboard abs.
He gently grasped the old man's wrist.
In the next second, he knew the cause of the illness.
It was a heart-devouring worm. It favored the shade and detested the sun. It burrowed into the body in its larval stage, fed on blood to grow rapidly, and within ten days, it would travel through the blood vessels to devour the heart before bursting out of the chest.
These worms were minuscule and moved within the blood vessels, undetectable by modern scientific technology.
Lin Fan's lips curved slightly. He had been unsure before, but now he was one hundred percent certain that this old man had been cursed by a sorcerer.
A week had already passed, and the heart-devouring worm was now close to his heart.
If he didn't receive treatment immediately, this old man would surely die!
Lin Fan extended his sword finger, a faint purple light swirling around his fingertip, and pressed it firmly onto the old man's chest.
Instantly, the purple light pierced through the body, creating an extremely tiny puncture wound.
Blood gushed out, mixed with a microscopic black worm, barely visible to the naked eye.
Swish!
Lin Fan's only remaining Golden Silkworm Gu flew out from his hair like lightning and swallowed the heart-devouring Gu in one gulp.
Then, it contentedly returned to Lin Fan's hair to continue its slumber.
The entire process was incredibly swift. The old man only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and after a few seconds, he felt an immense sense of relief throughout his body.
"Done."
Lin Fan clapped his hands, a smile on his face.
"That's it?"
"So fast?"
Qi Qi was completely shocked. She had no idea what had just happened.
The old man was also astonished. He had visited so many hospitals and seen hundreds of experts who were all helpless.
Yet, this young man had finished it in less than a minute?
He cautiously stepped into the sunlight and found that the discomfort was indeed gone, filling him with ecstasy.
"Divine doctor, truly a divine doctor!"
The old man wept with joy.
This feeling of seeing the sun again was truly blissful!
"Let's talk about the consultation fee," Lin Fan said with a smile.
The old man nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, of course, you must be paid. Name your price."
Lin Fan wore a troubled expression. This grandfather and granddaughter were clearly wealthy, but for him, it had only consumed a tiny bit of spiritual energy.
He was genuinely unsure how much to charge.
"If I charge too little, I'm afraid you'll think I'm looking down on you. If I charge too much, I'm afraid your granddaughter will accuse me of being greedy."
"This is quite difficult... How about you decide? How much do you think your life is worth?"
Hearing Lin Fan's words, the old man burst into laughter.
This young man was rather interesting.
The old man took out a wad of red bills from his wallet, which appeared to be over ten thousand yuan, and gave it all to Lin Fan, a look of apology on his face.
He then handed Lin Fan a business card. "Young master, I only have this much cash on me. If you feel it's not enough, you can come back with me to collect more."
"It's enough, it's enough."
Lin Fan happily pocketed the money and looked down at the business card.
Luo Yuntian, Chairman of Tianyun Group!