Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

After the last needle was inserted, Kang Ping leisurely dusted his hands off, looking arrogant and haughty, almost as if he were banging his chin up to the sky.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the poker-faced man to wake up. This was Dr. Kang's work; how could he not wake up?

However, Poker Face did not open his eyes immediately and still showed no signs of life.

Kang Ping was somewhat anxious. His Thirteen Needles of Resurrection were incredibly effective; how could they fail to save someone's life?

So Kang Ping, holding the gold needle on Poker Face's forehead, continued to press it deeper, muttering to himself, "Wake up quickly!"

Lin Ping hurriedly turned off the X-ray function. Seeing that the golden needle was about to touch the poker-faced man's vitals, he finally stepped forward and said softly, "If you keep twisting like this, he will really die. Don't you know that the needle should not be twisted more than three-tenths of an inch deep?"

Kang Ping was extremely angry at the accusations made by a mere child, but when he heard the last sentence, he was powerless to refute it.

He had read in an ancient book that needles should not be inserted into the head to a depth of more than three-tenths of an inch, but now, he had already reached three-tenths of an inch.

Three-tenths of an inch is about one centimeter, which is about the thickness of the human skull. Beyond this depth lies the cerebral cortex. If you are pierced by a needle, even if you don't die, you will basically become an idiot.

"You little brat, stop talking nonsense! How dare you interfere when I'm performing acupuncture?" Kang Ping said angrily, stopping the needle manipulation.

Lin Ping's appearance shocked everyone, and they all stared at him as if he were mentally challenged.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes experience; the older one gets, the better one's medical skills become. You, Lin Ping, are just a novice. Even if you have been learning medicine since you were born, you have only just begun to learn. You are not qualified to point fingers at Kang Ping at all.

If they hadn't received Lin Ping's kindness, they probably would have already started to sigh and even throw out the rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs that they had prepared beforehand.

"Hmph, it's you again, take him down!" Wang Ba stormed up to Lin Ping, looking for a place to vent his anger.

Two servants, who had learned their lesson before, tiptoed to Lin Ping's side, gave him an awkward smile, and said, "We're going to offend you again!"

This time, the two were more careful, carrying a water-and-fire stick in their hands, so they wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

In addition, the poker-faced guard also held a curved knife to Lin Ping's neck, fearing that he would interfere with Kang Ping's acupuncture.

"He can live for another twelve finger snaps, but that's it!" Lin Ping sneered.

Half of the four-minute golden time had passed. Since Wu Guo had no concept of minutes, Lin Ping used twelve finger snaps to represent it.

"You're spreading rumors and cursing Lord Dou!" Wang Ba retorted, seizing the opportunity.

The officer cooperated, his strong arms immediately controlling Lin Ping's arms, and said coldly, "Come with me. You'd better hope that Lord Qi is safe and sound."

In this era steeped in feudal ideology, cursing an official could lead to legal trouble, and if the official actually died, it would be a serious crime.

“Prince…Prince’s consort…” Li Yongnian stared at Lin Ping in disbelief, stammering and unable to utter a complete sentence.

Previously, Lin Ping had been hiding in the crowd, and Li Yongnian's attention was entirely focused on the poker-faced man. If he hadn't heard that familiar voice, he really wouldn't have noticed him.

Upon hearing that Lin Ping had severed ties with the City Lord's Mansion and forcibly swallowed back the title of "Prince Consort," he excitedly asked, "Young Master Lin, is it really you?"

Lin Ping smiled knowingly; that was exactly what he was waiting for.

If Li Yongnian hadn't been there, no one would have believed that this young man knew medicine, and he probably wouldn't have even had a chance to demonstrate it.

"Young Master Lin? Is he the one from Jiangcheng Prefecture?" Pei Shaotian asked excitedly. To be honest, he had only heard of Lin Ping's great name but had never been able to meet him.

Li Yongnian nodded repeatedly, immediately recalling Lin Ping's words, and exclaimed loudly, "I guarantee with my integrity that Young Master Lin can save Lord Qi's life!"

Li Yongnian was carrying a medicine box, clearly indicating that he was a doctor. Moreover, he was walking side by side with Doctor Zhang, suggesting that his medical skills were not low. Even if the people of Yingtian Prefecture did not know him, they still had a certain respect for him.

"Forgive my poor eyesight, but I have never met you before, nor do I know how much your character is worth. If something were to happen to Lord Qi, would you be able to bear the consequences?" Kang Ping replied disdainfully.

Does that mean, who do you think you are? How dare you presume to comment on someone's character?

Go somewhere cool and stay there!

"Hmph, quack! If it weren't for Dr. Zhang's recommendation, I would have kicked you out long ago!" Wang Ba said arrogantly, showing no regard for Li Yongnian either.

“Dr. Zhang, this young man’s medical skills far surpass mine. I’m sure he can save Lord Qi,” Pei Shaotian whispered in Dr. Zhang’s ear.

Although Pei Shaotian's medical skills were superior to Doctor Zhang's, he was not well-known in Yingtian Prefecture and his words carried little weight.

Doctor Zhang glanced at Lin Ping, a strange sense of trust creeping into him. Mustering his courage, he said, "I guarantee with the clinic that if Young Master Lin fails to save Lord Qi, this clinic will henceforth belong to Yiyuantang!"

These words shocked everyone. This was a prime location, where an ordinary shop would be worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, let alone the renowned Anletang.

"Sir, do you really want to watch Lord Qi die?" Lin Ping asked sarcastically.

The constable wasn't stupid; he roughly guessed that Kang Ping couldn't save Poker Face, and that he would be implicated as well. Rather than waiting to die, he decided to let Lin Ping give it a try.

After all, if Dr. Zhang dared to use his clinic as a wager, why shouldn't he take a gamble as well? So he sheathed his scimitar and released Lin Ping's arms.

“You little brat, who did you learn medicine from? Do you even have the qualifications to practice medicine?” Kang Ping blocked Lin Ping’s path, his tone quite disdainful.

This translates to: Which university did you graduate from? Do you have a medical license?

Even in ancient times, it wasn't easy to treat people's illnesses. First, it required guidance from a renowned master, and second, it required the experience of an apprentice.

Faced with Kang Ping's incessant questioning, Lin Ping lost his temper, kicked the other man in the chest, and said coldly, "Go to hell!"

This is not because Lin Ping is of low quality, nor because he does not know how to respect the elderly and care for the young; it is simply... out of his nature!

With only one minute left in the golden rescue window, how could Lin Ping wait? If Poker Face died, he would face legal trouble, and even Dr. Zhang, who vouched for him, would be in trouble as well.

"Stop him!" Wang Ba said through gritted teeth, clearly not giving Lin Ping a chance.

Two servants stood in front of Lin Ping, holding fire and water sticks, their legs visibly trembling.

"Get out!" A soldier kicked one of them away, then held a curved blade to Wang Ba's neck, angrily saying, "If anything happens to Lord Qi, you won't get away with it either!"

He had long disliked Wang Ba's arrogant and disrespectful behavior, but had only tolerated it out of fear of the other's illustrious family background. Now that his own life was in danger, what did he have left to worry about?

Wang Ba was a typical bully who preyed on the weak. Seeing the gleaming curved blade, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.