The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 58 God of Redemption_1

Chapter 58: Chapter 58 God of Redemption_1

"Mr. Ning... Mr. Ning... Mr. Ning, I was wrong, please save me..."

Li Wanshan murmured as if he had seen his redeemer, a God.

"Mr. Ning, please save my man!"

Xu Yan knelt on the ground, shuffling her knees in front of Ning Fan, begging desperately.

"Ning Fan... whatever decision you make, I’ll support you."

Xu Yourong said, looking at Ning Fan.

"Thank you, Miss Xu."

Ning Fan nodded to Xu Yourong, then glanced at Li Wanshan and said to the others: "Bring him in."

"Thank you, Mr. Ning... Thank you..."

Li Wanshan couldn’t finish his words before his eyes darkened, and he fainted.

Xu Yan, He Wushang, and the numerous bodyguards rushed forward and clumsily carried Li Wanshan into the villa.

Next, as He Wushang had hoped, Ning Fan once again used the Thirteen Ghost Needles.

Half an hour later, he had dramatically pulled Li Wanshan back from the brink of death, his half-entered soul at the Ghost Gate.

At this moment, the pitch black on Li Wanshan’s face had not entirely disappeared, but it was much lighter. Lean as a skeleton, his paper-white face also had gained a bit of rosiness. Although it still hadn’t completely returned to a normal appearance, the improvement was a significant change from before.

"Mr. Ning, your Thirteen Ghost Needles are really miraculous, truly miraculous!" He Wushang exclaimed repeatedly.

"Mr. Ning, I’m so grateful I could kowtow to you," Xu Yan said excitedly, about to bow her head to Ning Fan, but he waved his hand and refused.

"Ning Fan, did you also save me like this before? Thank you."

Xu Yourong, having witnessed Ning Fan’s medical skills bringing Li Wanshan back from what was nearly death, was suddenly filled with gratitude and couldn’t help but look at Ning Fan with even softer eyes.

"Miss Xu, aren’t I your boyfriend? Why are you being so formal with your own boyfriend?" Ning Fan said, mustering some courage.

"Eh? You..." Xu Yourong smiled and looked at Ning Fan.

She could feel that over the past few days, there had been subtle changes in Ning Fan.

She couldn’t quite put this change into words.

But she could feel it... Ning Fan was becoming increasingly confident!

Previously, there was always a sense of inadequacy about Ning Fan, but now, she could sense an overwhelming confidence emanating from him!

Hu—

After a while, Li Wanshan slowly opened his eyes and came to, looking dazed for a moment before realizing that he had come back to life!

"Mr. Ning, thank you for saving my life. I, Li Wanshan, cannot repay this great kindness. Half the shares of Wanshan Group are yours!" Li Wanshan said as he got up, gripping Ning Fan’s hand with immense agitation.

"I don’t want your estate. And don’t be in a hurry to thank me. I’ve told you before that the issue with your body isn’t an illness. Although I’ve pulled you through for now, the fundamental problem hasn’t been found. If we leave it at that, in a few days, you’ll experience life-force exhaustion and die again," Ning Fan said, shaking his head and speaking earnestly.

"What? Mr. Ning, are you suggesting... my problem really is with Feng Shui?" Li Wanshan himself guessed something, his expression shifting as he spoke.

"Let’s go, take me to see your house," Ning Fan said.

"Yes, yes, let’s go. I will take Mr. Ning right now," Li Wanshan nodded repeatedly, eager to proceed.

His attitude was a stark contrast from before.

Soon, the group arrived at Li Wanshan’s house. Xu Yourong wanted to witness Ning Fan’s capabilities beyond medicine, so she joined as well.

"Wanshan? You, you’re alright? That’s, that’s, that’s great!"

Li Wanshan’s wife, Yuan Haili, saw him come back full of life and bore a strange expression, but she immediately forced a smile and said.

"What? Seeing that I’m fine, are you disappointed?" Li Wanshan said coldly.

He had nearly died the previous night, and throughout the night, Yuan Haili hadn’t called him once, let alone accompany him to seek Ning Fan’s help. Instead, it was Xu Yan who stayed by his side.

And when he thought about what Ning Fan had previously mentioned, that he was naturally infertile, yet his wife had given birth to a son...

"How could that be? What are you talking about, Wanshan... You weren’t home last night, and I don’t know how worried I was, but I had to stay home to take care of our son..." Yuan Haili struggled to maintain her composure.

"Hmph."

Li Wanshan snorted and momentarily cast this issue out of his mind. He then respectfully said to Ning Fan: "Mr. Ning, please have a look around and see what’s wrong with my house."

Ning Fan nodded and began to walk slowly through every room in Li Wanshan’s house.

But after inspection, Ning Fan found nothing suspicious.

As he puzzled over this, his gaze was drawn to the year-old child Yuan Haili was holding.

This child was Li Wanshan’s nominal son.

Around him lingered the same black aura that had surrounded Li Wanshan before!

"Wah!"

As if noticing Ning Fan’s attention, the one-year-old child suddenly burst into loud crying.

Ning Fan frowned slightly and stepped closer to the child.

"Wah! Wah! Wah!"

The child started to cry even more loudly, almost hysterically, his face contorting into a frightening expression.

Ning Fan’s frown deepened, for he faintly discerned that this cry was not human.