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Tiantian turned around and walked out of the crowd to report to the captain, preparing for an emergency landing to seek medical assistance. At the same time, she made up her mind: she would absolutely never have anything to do with this brat again. As for the stolen first kiss just now... well, let's just consider it a sacrifice made to capture the hijacker and save the passengers...
"Quick, please save my dad!" The middle-aged man with glasses clung to Yan Xiaobao like he was his last hope, urging him non-stop.
"What's the rush? Since I said I'll save your dad, he won't die." Yan Xiaobao stretched out his index finger and tapped the elderly man's forehead. "Done."
"What? Done?" The middle-aged man with glasses stared at Yan Xiaobao in disbelief.
Others around him shook their heads, unsure of what to say.
The beautiful doctor had diagnosed the condition as a brain hemorrhage, and just moments ago Yan Xiaobao claimed the patient was about to die.
But now, with a casual poke on the patient's forehead, he claims he's cured?
This is utter nonsense! Who would believe that...
"How could you do this?" Xia Rou frowned and said angrily, "Lives are at stake! How can you joke around like this? If you don't know how to treat people, don't mess around! If you delay treatment, can you bear the responsibility?"
"Are you freaking joking with me?" The middle-aged man with glasses finally lost his temper. He grabbed Yan Xiaobao by the collar, roaring, "My dad's life is on the line, and you're here messing with me? If anything happens to my dad, I—"
"What? What will you do?" Yan Xiaobao retorted, equally annoyed. "If you don't let go, I'll hit you, okay?"
The middle-aged man with glasses grew even angrier. "You're going to attack me in front of all these people? I am—"
"Zh… Zhixue…" A faint calling shattered the middle-aged man's fury, leaving him stunned like he'd been struck by lightning. He turned slowly and incredulously...
"Awake... awake?"
"Awake? The patient actually woke up!"
Gasps and murmurs erupted from the surrounding passengers.
The elderly man who had been in a coma moments ago suddenly opened his eyes. Looking slightly confused, he asked, "Zhixue, why are you arguing with people?"
"Dad! You—" The middle-aged man immediately released Yan Xiaobao and rushed to his father's side, grasping his hand tightly, "Really? Are you actually better? How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"
"What happened?" The elderly man looked at his son, puzzled. "I just took a nap. There's nothing wrong with me."
"Whoa!"
An even louder wave of astonishment swept through the crowd.
"An elderly man who had just been on the brink of death due to a brain hemorrhage, now waking up completely healthy, claiming he merely took a nap... How is this possible?"
"Was the beautiful doctor's diagnosis wrong? Was it not actually a brain hemorrhage?"
"Hard to say. Maybe this young guy really has miraculous medical skills."
"Or maybe…" someone whispered to their companion, "this is all a scheme they orchestrated. Let's go, stop watching, and be careful not to get tricked."
Amid the buzzing speculations of the passengers, Xia Rou herself was overwhelmed by turmoil.
She had full confidence in her medical expertise. Based on the man's symptoms just now, there was over a 90% chance it was a brain hemorrhage, and if not, it was definitely still a severe cerebrovascular disease. There was no way he could simply be "perfectly healthy and just sleeping."
Yet Yan Xiaobao cured the elderly man with a mere touch in less than a second. This meant...
That Yan Xiaobao was certainly a genius, an extraordinary figure whose medical skills were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people!
If that were the case, then maybe her sister Xia Yan truly had a chance to be saved!
But… if Yan Xiaobao could really cure Xia Yan, then her previous promise... what should she do...
By now, the middle-aged man had already told his father about everything that had just transpired.
After hearing the story, the elderly man's entire body trembled, his face full of shock.
One finger to kill a gun-wielding hijacker, one finger to save himself from a sudden brain hemorrhage.
One touch brings life, one touch brings death. One touch controls the world!
Could this young man truly be the legendary…
The elderly man suppressed his astonishment and, along with his son, walked up to Yan Xiaobao. Bowing respectfully, he handed over a business card. "Thank you, Divine Doctor, for saving my life. I am Zhang Hongde, and this is my son, Zhang Zhixue."
"Divine Doctor is fine—but why add the word 'little'?" Yan Xiaobao was visibly displeased and made no effort to accept Zhang Hongde's business card. "You're not a beauty, and neither is your son. Why would I care about your names?"
Zhang Hongde wasn't bothered at all. He chuckled and placed the card into Yan Xiaobao's hand. "Words can't express our gratitude. If there's ever anything we can help with, my son and I will do our best."
Yan Xiaobao tucked the card into his pocket indifferently, not feeling that he would ever need anyone's help—especially not from this elderly man who had almost died moments ago.
At this point, Tiantian returned from the cockpit, astonished to see the previously dying elderly man now standing energetically, looking entirely healthy as if he'd never been sick.
Did Yan Xiaobao truly save a dying man in such a short span?
Yan Xiaobao puffed out his chest and stood proudly in front of Xia Rou, as if seeking praise. "Rourou, how about it? I said I'd save him, and I did. My medical skills are amazing, right?"
"Amazing, amazing…" Xia Rou murmured absently, still struck by the wave of shock and unable to recover completely.
Hmph! Just because you're skilled at martial arts and medicine doesn't mean you can randomly claim beauties as your wife!
Tiantian turned away with a huff and ran back into the cockpit to report to the captain: the patient had regained consciousness, and there was no need for an emergency landing or medical assistance anymore.
"Rourou, I saved that old man. Give me a kiss as my reward, okay?" Yan Xiaobao grinned, tilting his face toward Xia Rou.
"Sorry, but I'm not your wife yet." Xia Rou blinked playfully. "We agreed that you have to cure my family's patient first. Then... we can discuss the whole 'wife' thing."
"Oh…" Yan Xiaobao's face briefly showed disappointment before he quickly regained his cheerful demeanor. "No problem! I can cure any patient. Very soon, you'll be my wife. So, kissing me in advance should still be okay."
"No boasting allowed! Cure the patient first, then we'll talk." Xia Rou pushed his face away.
Although Xia Rou had just witnessed Yan Xiaobao's miraculous medical skills, she still harbored a bit of skepticism. After all, curing an acute brain hemorrhage wasn't as challenging as reviving a vegetative person—especially one who had been comatose for ten years. From the perspective of modern medicine, the possibility of recovery for someone who'd been in a vegetative state for a decade was nearly zero.
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