The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 251 A woman with the surname Long_1

Chapter 251: Chapter 251 A woman with the surname Long_1

"Mr. Ning, be careful!"

Yuan Yonglin shouted anxiously.

The young woman had intended to push Ning Fan aside with a palm strike and then stab Yuan Huaiyi to death, but when her palm struck Ning Fan, it was as if she had hit a mountain.

Immovable as Mount Tai, not a thread moved!

Instead, it was the young woman herself who was blasted back by the force rebounding off Ning Fan, immediately sent flying backward.

"What?"

The young woman quickly scrambled up, staring at Ning Fan with a shocked expression.

She hadn’t expected that her palm, which contained all her inner strength, wouldn’t even make Ning Fan’s body sway in the slightest!

How strong was this person?

Whoosh!

But she quickly got up, stamped her foot, and once again charged at Ning Fan like an arrow, with her dagger held high.

This time, she was aiming for Ning Fan!

Even if Ning Fan was exceedingly strong, as long as she could make him move his hands that were holding the silver needles, she could send Yuan Huaiyi to his death!

Whoosh!

The young woman’s dagger cut through the air, instantly aiming for Ning Fan’s neck.

Ning Fan furrowed his brows, his hands holding the silver needle and the scalpel remained perfectly steady, but his lower body moved like lightning, his foot kicking out and striking the young woman in the chest.

Bang!

The young woman was instantly shot backward like a cannonball, smashing through a wall, spitting out blood, and collapsing into the rubble.

Whoosh!

At this moment, several bodyguards from the Yuan Family rushed up, quickly subduing the young woman.

"Mr. Ning, how is my grandfather? Were you affected just now?"

Yuan Yonglin asked Ning Fan anxiously.

"It’s fine."

Ning Fan said calmly, his hands continuing their work.

From his unruffled expression, one couldn’t tell that he had just been in a grave peril.

After a while longer, Ning Fan finally finished stitching up the wound on Yuan Huaiyi’s chest.

The effects of the anesthetic gradually wore off, and Yuan Huaiyi regained consciousness.

"Grandfather! How do you feel?" Yuan Yonglin asked with concern.

"Mr. Yuan, you don’t feel any discomfort, do you?" Director Wu nervously asked.

Yuan Huaiyi slowly stood up, took a few deep breaths, looked down and felt his chest, then reached unbelievingly toward the area below his heart.

"Mr. Yuan, the wound has just been stitched up; you mustn’t touch it!" Director Wu quickly cautioned.

"It’s okay to touch it lightly," Ning Fan said.

He had completely avoided the blood vessels during the surgery and had not damaged any other organs; he only cut through the skin and muscle.

Just like when someone accidentally gets cut by something sharp, they might not feel it at all, and there’s no bleeding, because the blood vessels were inadvertently avoided.

Wounds that don’t damage the blood vessels are very easy and quick to heal.

"I feel fantastic! I haven’t felt this good in decades!"

Yuan Huaiyi exclaimed with surprise and excitement.

He had been tormented by this bullet for decades, and now he was finally free from this agony. The relief and joy were indescribable.

"Mr. Ning, please allow Yuan to bow in gratitude!"

In his excitement, Yuan Huaiyi was about to give Ning Fan a deep bow of respect.

"Mr. Yuan, there’s no need for such formalities."

Ning Fan quickly extended his hands in a gesture to stop him, and an invisible force of Spiritual Power prevented Yuan Huaiyi from bending his waist no matter how hard he tried.

Yuan Huaiyi gave Ning Fan another surprised look, this being the second time he felt such astonishment.

"Mr. Ning, thank you for removing the bullet from my grandfather and saving his life. Whatever reward you desire, please do not hesitate to ask. I will fulfill it to the best of my ability!" Yuan Yonglin also expressed her immense gratitude.

"Yes, young brother Ning, you mustn’t refuse like you did yesterday; not accepting anything would leave me, old Yuan, nowhere to put my face," Yuan Huaiyi said with a good mood, chuckling.

"I saved Mr. Yuan out of respect for his past service to the country, no repayment is necessary," Ning Fan reiterated, shaking his head.

Dean Wu also stepped forward quickly and gave Yuan Huaiyi a physical check-up, excitedly saying, "Mr. Yuan, now that the bullet is removed, with your constitution, you could live another twenty years without a problem!"

Then, Dean Wu bowed to Ning Fan and said with contrition and sincerity, "Mr. Ning, I must apologize for my earlier offense. I didn’t believe in your medical skills, which I deeply regret. Only now do I realize that your medical expertise is godlike. You must be a great healer hidden amidst the ordinary. I beg your forgiveness for my previous rudeness."

"It’s nothing," Ning Fan simply shook his head.

"You bastard! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

At that moment, a young woman being restrained by several Yuan Family bodyguards struggled furiously, shouting in anger.

"Who are you? Why did you try to assassinate my grandfather?" Yuan Yonglin’s face turned cold as she demanded furiously.

"Your grandfather is an ungrateful wretch; of course, I wanted to kill him!" the young woman sneered.

Just as Yuan Yonglin was about to have the bodyguards take the young woman away for interrogation, Yuan Huaiyi gestured for them to stop and asked, "You say I am ungrateful? In all these years, no one has ever accused me of such. Can you tell me why you say that?"

The young woman’s sneer grew even colder as she replied, "Yuan Huaiyi, how dare you claim you’re not an ungrateful villain? Have you forgotten your sworn brother on Wolong Mountain?"

"What?"

On hearing this name, Yuan Huaiyi’s body jolted, and he quickly asked, "You, who are you to Wolong Mountain’s Han Feihu?"

"I am his granddaughter, Han Shuang’er," the young woman said.

"I see..."

Yuan Huaiyi’s face showed remorse, and he waved his hand at the bodyguards, saying, "Let her go, let her leave. I, Yuan, have nothing to be ashamed of towards heaven and earth, nor towards my country, but I do owe my sworn brother, Han Feihu."

The bodyguards had no choice but to obey and released Shuang’er.

"I’ll come back to kill you!" Shuang’er said through clenched teeth.

"With your insignificant skills, if it weren’t for my grandfather’s surgery today giving you an opportunity, you wouldn’t even be able to step inside the Yuan Family’s gate! If you dare come again, I’ll make sure you leave horizontally!" Yuan Yonglin said bluntly.

"Hmph!"

Shuang’er snorted coldly, gave Ning Fan a deep look, and angrily said, "You despicable man, assisting a tyrant! Sooner or later, I will kill you too!"

After saying that, she leapt up and left the Yuan residence.

Ning Fan then brewed some medicine and gave Yuan Huaiyi some Rejuvenation Pills and Spiritual Liquid, instructing him to apply it to the wound. He assured him that it should heal within a day or two.

As evening approached, Ning Fan declined Yuan Huaiyi and Yuan Yonglin’s earnest invitations to stay and left the Yuan residence.

Watching Ning Fan’s retreating figure, Yuan Huaiyi suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "I suddenly feel that this young brother Ning bears some resemblance to an old acquaintance from years ago."

"Is it the Han Feihu you just mentioned?" asked Yuan Yonglin.

"No, it’s a woman with the surname Long, a woman of incomparable grace and beauty... It really is similar..." Yuan Huaiyi mumbled.