Chapter 2401 - 2394: The Wicked Meet Their Match
Wang Dadong shook his head. To be honest, even he couldn’t tell what exactly was wrong with Fan Shuishui.
But judging from his guess, there was a high chance it was caused by a head injury leading to memory loss.
However, that brought up another problem.
If her memory loss was caused by a head injury, then why did Fan Shuishui feel like she knew him?
He’d never had amnesia or anything like that. If he’d met Fan Shuishui before, he would definitely remember.
After all, with a beauty this stunning, it’s hard to forget even if you wanted to.
"My guess is that Miss Fan is suffering from amnesia." Wang Dadong said after thinking it over.
"Amnesia? I and a few other old geezers also considered that possibility, but her symptoms are very different from typical amnesia. Young friend, take a look." Chen Bowen took out a sheet of paper and handed it to Wang Dadong.
It was a drawing.
Something Fan Shuishui had drawn of the scenes that had flashed through her mind.
The drawing was a bit rough; after all, Fan Shuishui wasn’t a professional artist.
You could barely make out what exactly she’d drawn.
It was extremely chaotic—strange mountains, a land cut by countless ravines, and a river that suddenly stopped halfway as if the flow had been cut off...
Way too abstract. You basically couldn’t tell what it was.
"I thought Miss Fan might have been to a place like this before, but I’ve searched all over the world and still haven’t found anywhere similar to what’s in the drawing." Chen Bowen went on.
"Miss Fan, do you remember any other scenes?" Wang Dadong asked, frowning.
Fan Shuishui shook her head and said, "The images are very jumbled. Whenever I try to think carefully about them, my head starts to hurt..."
"How about this, Miss Fan: I can try to unblock the meridians in your head. Maybe it’ll help you, I’m not entirely sure though." Wang Dadong said, a little uncertain.
Amnesia isn’t like other illnesses; even he couldn’t be a hundred percent sure he could restore Fan Shuishui’s memory.
And Fan Shuishui insisted she’d never had amnesia.
Of course, it was also possible she simply didn’t know.
"Then I’ll trouble you, Mr. Wang." Fan Shuishui nodded.
"Miss Fan, are you afraid of needles?" Wang Dadong asked before starting.
After all, it’s pretty common for girls to be scared of injections.
Fan Shuishui shook her head.
Wang Dadong immediately took out his silver needles and began the treatment.
Fan Shuishui squeezed her eyes tightly shut, her delicate face slightly pale, her long lashes trembling nonstop.
Clearly, she was still somewhat scared inside.
"Don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt at all." Wang Dadong said gently.
But Wang Dadong’s reassurance didn’t really help Fan Shuishui relax.
Come on, with needles that long going into your body, how could it possibly not hurt?
Just getting jabbed by a normal needle is already painful enough.
Wang Dadong shook his head and picked up eight silver needles in one go.
He planned to insert all the silver needles into Fan Shuishui’s body in one shot.
The human body has a reaction time to pain; if the speed is fast enough to exceed that reaction time, then the person won’t feel pain.
Just like people always say: as long as the knife is fast enough, you won’t feel the pain.
"Flying Needles!" Seeing what Wang Dadong was doing, Chen Bowen’s eyes widened.
When it comes to traditional medicine, he could be called the pinnacle of Huaxia Country.
His acupuncture skills were naturally refined to perfection.
He could also use Flying Needles, but that was something he’d only achieved after decades of practice. And how old was Wang Dadong?
Not only that, he was about to fire off eight Flying Needles at once.
You have to know, Chen Bowen himself could only launch five Flying Needles at the same time.
If he went beyond five, he couldn’t accurately hit the acupoints.
The speed of Flying Needles is extremely fast, so the patient won’t feel any pain.
But this places incredibly high demands on the practitioner.
You not only have to hit the exact acupoints, you also have to control the force precisely.
If the force is too light, the treatment won’t be effective; too strong, and you might injure the patient.
If Chen Bowen knew that Wang Dadong’s limit was launching more than a hundred Flying Needles at once, his jaw would probably hit the floor in shock.
"Stop!" Just as Wang Dadong was about to unleash the Flying Needles, an angry voice rang out.
Wang Dadong, who was ready to fire, furrowed his brow slightly, looking a little displeased. Why was this guy everywhere he went?
That’s right, the person who suddenly shouted to stop him was none other than Xu Hao!
"Xu Hao, what are you doing? Don’t you see the Divine Healer is administering needles?" Chen Bowen was angered by Xu Hao’s sudden interruption and said in a deep voice.
Xu Hao first cupped his hands to Chen Bowen, then said, "Chen Gong, how can you let just anyone treat Sister Shuishui? Don’t you know how valuable Sister Shuishui is right now? If something goes wrong, the loss to Tianyu will be incalculable."
"What, you don’t trust me?" Chen Bowen narrowed his eyes.
Xu Hao snorted coldly and said, "If you were personally taking action, Chen Gong, of course I’d trust you. But to casually let Any Tom, Dick, or Harry treat Sister Shuishui? I will absolutely not agree to that."
A shadow flickered across Wang Dadong’s face. Even a clay idol has three parts temper, and he had never been the patient type. Xu Hao had provoked him again and again; clearly, it was time to teach him a lesson.
The next second, the silver needles in Wang Dadong’s hand shot out.
But they weren’t aimed at Fan Shuishui—they flew toward Xu Hao!
"You... you dare stick needles in me?" Xu Hao roared, yanking all the silver needles out of his body.
As soon as he did, his expression suddenly changed.
"What... what did you do to me?" Xu Hao realized something utterly terrifying.
He’d actually lost control of his bladder!
People don’t just start peeing themselves for no reason. There could only be one explanation: Wang Dadong had done something to him.
He hastily clamped his legs together.
No joke, okay? He was at least some sort of public figure. To suddenly wet himself in public—there was nothing more humiliating.
Especially with his Goddess watching...
"I suggest you keep your mouth shut." Wang Dadong said with a cheerful smile.
"I’ll f— you... mmph!" Xu Hao had just opened his mouth to curse when he realized the "Water Dragon Head" down below had instantly turned on, completely out of his control.
Xu Hao still wanted to curse him out, but he didn’t dare say another word.
He glared at Wang Dadong, eyes practically spitting fire.
Chen Bowen didn’t try to stop Wang Dadong at all.
Second-generation brats like Xu Hao had long deserved a good lesson.
Because of his own status, he disdained getting physical with Xu Hao.
But Wang Dadong was different.
This guy was the classic "bite back if you’re bitten" type, and he never cared who you were.
This is what they mean by "only a villain can deal with another villain."
Xu Hao stormed off in a rage.
Wang Dadong continued administering needles to Fan Shuishui.
"So, does it really not hurt at all?"
"Mm." Fan Shuishui nodded.
"Once might not be enough. After a few days, I’ll give you another treatment." Wang Dadong said.
"Xie Xie." Fan Shuishui wasn’t just pretty; she was always so polite and well-mannered that people felt very at ease around her.
By the time the treatment for Fan Shuishui was finished, it was already seven in the evening. Originally, Chen Bowen wanted to keep Wang Dadong for dinner, but then Wang Dadong received a call from Feng Dagang.
"Bro, get over here and save me!"