The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 243: Kindness Taken for Granted_1

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Kindness Taken for Granted_1

"Stop! Don’t go! The moment my car’s brakes fail, you coincidentally appear in front of my vehicle. The instant I crash, you immediately come over to pretend to check my grandfather’s pulse, and even curse my grandfather to die... How can there be such a coincidence? Could it be that you have ulterior motives and harbor ill intentions towards my grandfather and me?"

The young woman spoke harshly, extending her arm to block Ning Fan’s way.

"If you don’t believe me, so be it. I tried to be kind and you’re accusing me in return? I don’t have time to argue with you." Ning Fan shook his head and walked around the young woman.

"Did I say you could leave?" The young woman reached out and grabbed hold of Ning Fan’s clothes.

"Yong Lin, do not be disrespectful. Let go of this gentleman immediately. It’s wrong to think so badly of others."

At this moment, the old man finally spoke.

Only then did the young woman glare fiercely at Ning Fan before letting go.

"Sir, please go ahead. My heart indeed has some problems, but it should only be because I was shaken during the car accident. I’ll be fine after some rest." The old man apologized to Ning Fan again.

"I said five minutes before, but now, it seems you have at most two minutes left," Ning Fan took another look at the old man and said.

"How dare you!" The young woman flew into a rage. Ignoring the old man’s attempts to stop her, she delivered a sweeping kick toward Ning Fan’s head, accompanied by a whooshing sound.

Smack!

Ning Fan raised his arm to block.

Hiss—

The young woman felt as if she had kicked a concrete pillar, the pain making her gasp sharply and retreat repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Ning Fan walked away without looking back.

"This bastard is definitely up to no good!"

Watching Ning Fan’s retreating figure, the young woman gritted her teeth and spoke angrily.

Then she turned back to the old man and said, "Grandfather, it must be those people who, seeing that you’ve stepped down, have become unbridled enough to send someone to test you, hmph!"

But the old man didn’t answer the young woman. Instead, he suddenly clenched his chest with his hand, his body trembling, his face turned ashen, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans dropped from his forehead.

Spurt!

The next second, the old man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell backward.

"Grandfather!"

The young woman was immediately terrified, losing all composure as she rushed to kneel down and help the old man, but as soon as she touched him, the pain on his face worsened, and he continued spitting out fresh blood.

"Somebody help, please! Quickly save my grandfather!"

In a panic, the young woman pulled out her mobile phone to dial for emergency help.

But the fresh blood the old man was spitting out became more and more copious, his breathing weaker and weaker, his body began convulsing uncontrollably, and it seemed he wouldn’t last much longer.

He probably wouldn’t even hold on until the ambulance arrived!

"Who can save my grandfather! Wh-who..."

The young woman knelt beside the old man and began to cry desperately.

"Do you believe me now?"

A faint voice suddenly came from behind her.

The young woman looked back and saw Ning Fan, who had returned without her noticing.

"Is that you? I beg you, please save my grandfather! I believe you, I believe you! Just save my grandfather, and whatever you say, I’ll believe!"

The young woman clung to Ning Fan’s arm like a lifeline.

"Then step aside," Ning Fan said, motioning the young woman to move. He then placed his hand over the old man’s chest, channeling his Spiritual Power into him, his brows immediately furrowing.

"Under this old gentleman’s heart, there’s a bullet?" Ning Fan asked.

"Yes, my grandfather was hit by a bullet on the battlefield in the past. The bullet is too close to the heart, so surgery was deemed too dangerous to remove it; it has remained in his body... Wait, how did you know?"

The young woman stopped mid-sentence, looking at Ning Fan in surprise.

"So he is a hero who fought for his country!"

Ning Fan didn’t answer the young woman but silently paid his respects in his heart.

Then, without further hesitation, he sent a stream of Spiritual Power directly below the old man’s heart, carefully locating the bullet.

This bullet had been in the old man’s body for decades and had almost become a part of him, which wouldn’t normally cause further harm.

But the car accident had caused a significant impact near the man’s heart, causing the bullet to move about two millimeters towards the heart.

Two millimeters elsewhere might be negligible, but in the heart, it could be deadly!

Carefully enveloping the bullet with Spiritual Power, Ning Fan gently pulled it back two millimeters.

He then placed a cluster of Spiritual Power carefully in between the bullet and the heart, preventing it from pressing against the heart again.

After completing these steps, Ning Fan took out a bottle of Spiritual Liquid, poured some into the old man’s mouth, and then used his own Spiritual Power to dissolve the Spiritual Liquid, guiding the Spiritual Energy within to the old man’s bleeding sites to stop the blood flow...

Having done all this, Ning Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand.

By then, the ambulance had arrived, and the paramedics were running towards them with a stretcher.

"It’s Old Yuan! My God! Quick, get Old Yuan onto the stretcher!"

The lead paramedic recognized the old man and became visibly alarmed, rushing to lift him onto the stretcher.

Old Yuan, after all, was a high-ranking official who had only recently retired from the provincial capital and had appeared on TV just last week!

But the next second, Old Yuan, who had been lying on the ground seemingly at death’s door, suddenly sat up on his own.

The pain on his face had vanished, replaced by surprise and relief.

"Old Yuan? What happened?" the lead paramedic asked, puzzled.

"Grandfather, how are you feeling?" The young woman also asked worriedly.

"I’m okay now?!"

Old Yuan stretched out his hand, touching the spot over his heart, his face brimming with joy.

Then he turned towards Ning Fan, and said with emotion, "Young man, thank you for saving my life. Please accept Old Yuan’s gratitude!"

As he spoke, he bent forward to bow to Ning Fan.

"Grandfather! How could you?" the young woman exclaimed.

"Old Yuan! That’s not appropriate!" the lead paramedic was also shocked.