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Li Xiaoyao really hadn’t noticed that Officer Zhang was such a chatterbox; after settling down at the table, he barely stopped talking, essentially carrying the conversation on his own.

Li Xiaoyao and his friends had their meal especially early, and judging by the pace, he estimated they would finish eating around 5:30 PM. However, Li Xiaoyao still sent a message to Tang Tiantian, telling her he was at a social engagement and would probably be home late, advising her to eat on her own and not wait for him.

Several minutes later, Tang Tiantian replied with a simple "Oh."

Li Xiaoyao put away his phone and continued to drink and boast with Officer Zhang, while Zhu Xiaoyue chatted with Zhang Meng.

The girls’ conversation, as they sat together, revolved around things like makeup, handbags, shoes, and the like.

At 5:30 PM, when Li Xiaoyao saw that the eating and drinking were nearly finished, he said, "Officer Zhang, you’ve had quite a bit to drink tonight, you should head to bed early."

Officer Zhang waved his hands and said, "It’s fine, I’m used to staying up late, suddenly going to bed this early would feel strange."

Li Xiaoyao responded, "It’s not often you can get home early, don’t keep your wife waiting too long."

As soon as Li Xiaoyao said this, Officer Zhang’s face suddenly darkened, and Zhu Xiaoyue looked at Li Xiaoyao with a reproachful expression.

Li Xiaoyao didn’t realize what he had said wrong, but Officer Zhang seemed not to mind and stood up, saying, "It’s getting late, let’s go."

Li Xiaoyao couldn’t have been more eager to leave earlier. He asked the waiter to print the bill and settled the meal, then all four of them headed out of the private room together.

As the four of them were waiting for the elevator, they suddenly heard a series of shouts behind them.

"Dad, please be okay, you must be okay."

"Call an ambulance, quick!"

Turning around, they saw a man in his fifties suddenly collapse on the ground, his limbs convulsing as he spat out something continuously from his mouth.

A few people surrounded the man; among them, a young woman knelt beside him, crying bitterly.

The waiter, already frightened by the scene, reacted quickly and immediately took out their phone to dial for an ambulance.

Officer Zhang had a serious look as he quickly approached and stood in front of the people, asking, "What happened to him?"

The crying woman looked at Officer Zhang and said with a choked voice, "My dad has a strange illness that many doctors haven’t been able to diagnose. I brought him to Ling City to see a famous doctor. I just wanted to take him out for a meal, but didn’t expect that he would have an attack again, sob~"

After hearing her, Officer Zhang fell silent, recognizing it was an illness that even ordinary doctors couldn’t diagnose. He was only skilled at catching criminals and felt helpless against disease; he stood by in silence.

Zhu Xiaoyue also walked over; she had learned first aid and now knelt to pinch the casualty’s philtrum.

Zhang Meng stood next to Li Xiaoyao, watching the man continue to convulse pitifully, and said, "He’s really unlucky."

As he watched the suddenly sick man and the crying woman, Li Xiaoyao felt a surge of compassion.

Zhu Xiaoyue repeatedly pinched the philtrum, but it was utterly ineffective; the man’s mouth foam increased, and his convulsions grew more intense.

Many people gathered around, all anxious in their hearts, yet none possessed a solution.

Suddenly, a man stepped forward and said, "Let me take a look."

Everyone turned their attention to this man, as did Zhu Xiaoyue, who looked up and realized it was Li Xiaoyao.

Zhang Meng gripped Li Xiaoyao’s arm tightly and said, "Xiaoyao, don’t mess around."

Zhu Xiaoyue also frowned, "Li Xiaoyao, this is no joke."

Li Xiaoyao, with a serious expression, looked towards the crying woman and said, "I’ve learned some folk remedies that might be of some use, but I can’t guarantee they will definitely work. If you’re willing to let me try, I can take a look at him, but if anything happens, I won’t be responsible."

Li Xiaoyao had made it very clear. He only knew folk remedies, he couldn’t guarantee they would work, and if anything went wrong, it wasn’t his responsibility.

At this point, the woman couldn’t care about anything else. As long as there was a chance to save her father, even the slightest hope would do.

With clenched teeth, the woman said, "Then please trouble yourself."

Li Xiaoyao squatted down, glanced at Zhu Xiaoyue, who was looking at him seriously and said, "I hope your method really works."

"I wouldn’t joke about someone’s life." Li Xiaoyao laid the man flat on the ground and gently placed his fingers on the man’s pulse.

Everyone watched Li Xiaoyao nervously, finding it hard to trust this barefoot doctor. Li Xiaoyao was simply too young, and the woman had just said that her father had a strange illness, one which so many hospitals hadn’t been able to diagnose. They couldn’t believe that this young man, who claimed to know a bit of folk medicine, would be able to see any issues.

Li Xiaoyao closed his eyes, his consciousness entering the man’s body, which appeared transparent, revealing everything to Li Xiaoyao’s mind.

Li Xiaoyao quickly found the problem. In the man’s stomach was a silver needle about the length of a finger.

Li Xiaoyao immediately confirmed that someone had deliberately inserted the silver needle.

It was truly malicious. Li Xiaoyao couldn’t imagine how deep the grudge must be to take such a vicious action.

"Can you actually figure out what’s wrong or not?"

"These young people nowadays, they just like to show off in front of their girlfriends. But do they even consider that one should not show off with matters of life and death?"

"Let’s just wait for the ambulance."

Li Xiaoyao ignored the crowd’s murmurs. Suddenly opening his eyes, he asked a nearby waiter, "Do you have any tweezers?"

"Yes, yes, yes," the waiter answered repeatedly.

"Bring them to me, and also a jar of alcohol," Li Xiaoyao requested.

The waiter immediately went inside to fetch the tweezers, while the onlookers were somewhat puzzled. How could tweezers be used in treating an illness? Could tweezers actually cure diseases?

An older man advised, "Young man, you better not mess around, just wait for the ambulance. What will you do if you make his condition even worse?"

By that time, the waiter had returned, handing the tweezers and alcohol to Li Xiaoyao. Li Xiaoyao took out a lighter, ignited the alcohol, and the tweezers glowed red-hot.

Li Xiaoyao looked up at Officer Zhang Meng, whose brows were deeply furrowed, and said, "Officer Zhang, Officer Zhu, please help me hold him down. He’s going to struggle."

Officer Zhang didn’t move but instead looked at Li Xiaoyao and asked, "Are you sure about this?"

Li Xiaoyao knew that if he admitted any doubt, Officer Zhang wouldn’t just refuse to help but would also immediately stop him.

"I’ve already found the cause of his illness. Now, if you help me hold him down, I can treat him," Li Xiaoyao said with a tone full of conviction, leaving no room for doubt.

Officer Zhang looked deeply into Li Xiaoyao’s eyes, which were clear and bright. The copious amount of alcohol he’d drunk at the dinner table seemed to have no effect on him at all.

"I’ll trust you this once," Officer Zhang crouched down, holding the man’s arms, and said to the still dazed Zhu Xiaoyue beside him, "Come over and give me a hand."

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