Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Looking at Xue Ying’s seductive little face, Lin Chen had long felt a stirring within him.

"Yingjie, I was wrong, I was just kidding," Lin Chen stammered as he spoke to Xue Ying.

"Hmph, you little thing..." Xue Ying, seeing the blush of shyness on Lin Chen’s face, couldn’t help but laugh happily.

Lin Chen took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Xue Ying, "But I really did bring a little gift for you."

"What gift?" Xue Ying curiously glanced at the small porcelain bottle, knowing that whatever Lin Chen brought out was no ordinary item.

Lin Chen smiled, "This is a skin moisturizing and beauty product, Sister should find it useful."

"Haha, good, my skin has been a bit allergic recently, I can use some ’Divine Doctor’ brand skincare," Xue Ying took the small bottle. If she hadn’t been driving, she would have tried it already.

"Hmm, you try it first, and if it works, I’ll make another bottle for you," Lin Chen said. The ingredients for this beautifying skincare product were just common herbs from the mountains, and the process wasn’t very complicated, so it wasn’t hard to make.

"That’s more like it! Oh, should I drop you back at Peach Blossom Village?" Xue Ying asked.

"No need, just stop at the entrance of DY Hospital, I’m going to visit a patient."

"Alright, let me know when the Xingyang tea and weight loss pills are ready, I’ll have someone pick them up," Xue Ying said, laughing.

"Okay, thanks, Yingjie," Lin Chen got out of the car.

After buying a bag of fruit, Lin Chen entered the hospital and arrived at the room where Zhao Xiaowen’s father was staying, seeing Zhao Xiaowen sitting by the bed, peeling an apple for the IV-administered Zhao Gang.

Lin Chen walked in and smiled, "Uncle Zhao, how are you feeling?"

"Lin Chen, why have you come? It’s such a long trip for you, I really feel bad about it," Zhao Gang, seeing a guest, quickly sat up.

"It’s only right, Xiaowen and I are classmates as well as friends," Lin Chen said as he set down the fruits.

Lin Chen moved a stool and sat down next to Zhao Xiaowen, "Uncle, what’s the issue with your illness?"

"Ah, I feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, but the doctors can’t find anything wrong. They said it seems like coronary heart disease. I didn’t agree, but these two wouldn’t listen," Zhao Gang shook his head helplessly, clearly concerned about the cost.

"Dad, you must take care of your health. You always brushed it off before, and look where that’s gotten you now," Zhao Xiaowen chided.

Lin Chen added, "Uncle Zhao, Xiaowen’s right, you shouldn’t delay treatment. How about this, let me take your pulse for you."

"You know how to treat people?" Zhao Gang was taken aback.

"Yeah, I learned a bit of traditional Chinese medicine before," Lin Chen smiled and replied.

"Great, then please check on me, I always feel these hospital doctors are unreliable; they do tons of tests and it’s just like robbery!" Zhao Gang said dissatisfied.

"Dad, you’re worrying about the money again. I’ve said before, money can be earned, but health is your own," Xiaowen said beside him.

Placing his hand on Zhao Gang’s pulse position, Lin Chen was just going through the motions; he already knew what was wrong with Zhao Gang.

"How is it?" Zhao Xiaowen asked anxiously beside him.

In the village, Xiaowen had also heard about Lin Chen’s ability to heal, so she hoped he could cure her father’s illness.

"Uncle Zhao, I have a set of massage techniques that should help with your condition, would you be willing to give it a try?" Lin Chen asked for Zhao Gang’s permission.

"Sure, I’m so tired of these constant IVs, I think our traditional medicine is more reliable," Zhao Gang said.

Lin Chen helped Zhao Gang to sit properly, then began to massage him following the technique in his mind.

This technique worked by clearing several meridians in the body, allowing blocked blood vessels to flow freely again, thereby curing coronary heart disease.

Lin Chen massaged Zhao Gang for about ten minutes before stopping.

When Lin Chen’s hands left Zhao Gang’s body, Zhao Gang took a deep breath and his face showed a look of astonishment.

"It feels great, the suffocation is gone, and my breathing is smooth. It’s miraculous," Zhao Gang said excitedly.

"Dad, are you serious?" Zhao Xiaowen looked at her father in disbelief.

Just moments ago, her father had been telling her that it felt as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest, so how could it be that Lin Chen had massaged him and then nothing was wrong.

"Really, now if you asked me to carry a bag of flour, I’d feel no issue," Zhao Gang felt as though he had regained his energy.

At that moment, Zhao Xiaowen’s mother, holding a lab report with a worried face, walked in with a beautiful female doctor.

Lin Chen’s gaze involuntarily lingered on the beautiful doctor.

The female doctor, in her twenties, was dressed in a white coat, with slender willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, and creamy skin, fresh as a lotus flower out of water. With just one glance, the beautiful doctor’s appearance was deeply imprinted in Lin Chen’s mind.

"Mom, this is my classmate Lin Chen," Zhao Xiaowen hastily introduced Lin Chen to her mother.

Lin Chen also retracted his gaze and stood up to politely say, "Hello, Auntie."

Wu Mei nodded, then said to Zhao Gang, "Old man, the test results are out, and your condition isn’t good. You might need a stent."

At this moment, the beautiful doctor behind Wu Mei also said, "Mr. Zhao, your blood vessels are severely blocked. If you don’t get a stent, there will be a risk to your life at any time."

Upon hearing the doctor’s words, Xiaowen, who had just been smiling, suddenly looked upset.

At this juncture, Zhao Gang suddenly said, "Dr. Su, he just gave me a massage, and I feel much better. I should be fine now; maybe we don’t need the stent."

"A massage? That’s ridiculous." Hearing Zhao Gang’s words, Su Yun’s expression turned sour, her eyes coldly staring at Lin Chen.

"Who allowed you to randomly massage the patient? If something happens, can you take responsibility?" Su Yun said sternly.

Hearing Su Yun’s words, Lin Chen slightly frowned and said, "Dr. Su, it wasn’t a random massage. I used traditional Chinese medical techniques."

"Traditional Chinese medicine, a kid like you understands it? Besides, in my many years of practicing medicine, I have never seen a massage cure heart disease," Su Yun coldly retorted.

At this moment, Wu Mei also spoke with displeasure, "Lin Chen, instead of taking care of your father who is full of ailments, what are you doing here messing with our old man? I know you like our Xiaowen, but you might as well give up; our Xiaowen would never choose someone from a poor, incapable family like yours."

"Mom, what are you talking about!" Wu Mei’s words also made Zhao Xiaowen’s face turn ugly.

Zhao Gang was even more furious; "What are you talking about, woman? Lin Chen is such a good kid. He came to see me out of kindness, and you can’t even be grateful, instead saying these heartless things."

Lin Chen helplessly shook his head and said, "Auntie, my visit to Uncle Zhao was genuinely sincere, and he should be fine now. He really doesn’t need the stent. Alright, I have to go now."

Having said that, Lin Chen stood up and said to Zhao Gang and Xiaowen, "Uncle Zhao, Xiaowen, I’m heading back first."

"Wait a moment." Just then, Su Yun suddenly called out to Lin Chen.

"Is there something else?" Lin Chen stopped in his tracks.

"You just randomly massaged the patient, and we need to perform a physical examination to see if anything unexpected happens; you’ll be responsible," Su Yun said coldly.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "No problem, but how about we make a bet?"

"A bet on what?" Su Yun snorted coldly.

"A bet on whether Uncle Zhao’s health has recovered," Lin Chen smiled.

Su Yun looked at Lin Chen, then glanced at the medical record. Zhao Gang had just had his checkup an hour ago, showing typical severe coronary heart disease symptoms. It couldn’t possibly be cured without surgery.

After a moment of thought, she nodded and said, "Fine, if you lose, you must carry a sign around the hospital and read aloud what’s written on it while walking."

"What’s written?" Lin Chen curiously asked.

"I am a charlatan," Su Yun said with a sly smile.