"What?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, the girl in red was greatly surprised and said, "You mean you figured out the main part of 'Guangling San' in fifteen minutes?"
"What, is that too long?"
Shen Lang sighed, "I also think it's too long, but there's nothing I can do. I didn't sleep well that afternoon. Otherwise, I could have figured it out in five minutes."
"You..."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, the girl in red was so angry she almost vomited blood.
She had pondered for five years without figuring out this part, and Shen Lang only took five minutes. What kind of monster was this guy?
Gu Qinghan and Wang Yuyan also looked at Shen Lang in shock. They never imagined that Shen Lang not only understood martial arts and medicine but was also proficient in music theory, capable of completing a thousand-year-old uncompleted ancient melody.
This guy truly couldn't be described in any words.
"Miss, don't be fooled by him. How can he have such ability at such a young age? He probably stole the musical score from some renowned musician."
While the girl in red was astonished, the old man with white hair suddenly spoke.
"No—"
The girl in red shook her head and said, "One can understand a person's heart by looking at their handwriting. Through the handwriting on the musical score, I can already feel the artistic conception of the melody. No one other than the person who conceived it can do this."
The girl in red looked at Shen Lang, her posture suddenly lowering, and her tone softened. "I always thought I was a genius, but today I've opened my eyes. Your name is Shen Lang, right? I admire you."
"Haha, it's just a trivial skill."
Shen Lang laughed. Since he had already written the musical score, the next step was to save someone.
Saying so, Shen Lang took out a black needle case from his pocket and drew out a golden needle.
"This golden needle?"
Seeing the golden needle in Shen Lang's hand, the girl in red's expression changed, and she said, "This... is this the legendary Taiyi Divine Needle?"
"What?"
Hearing the girl in red's words, the old man with white hair was greatly shocked. "Miss, are you sure? The Taiyi Divine Needle was created by Shennong, later passed to Bian Que, and then its whereabouts became unknown. How could it be in his hands?"
"I'm not mistaken. It is the Taiyi Divine Needle."
The girl in red said, "Besides the Taiyi Divine Needle, no other golden needle in this world can contain such powerful life energy."
"In terms of needles for treating illnesses and saving lives, my master Zhang Xuanling's Nine Yin Nine Yang Needle ranks first, the Hua family's Fortune-Seizing Heaven Needle in Longdu ranks second, and Qin Yanluo's Soul-Snatching Needle ranks third."
"However, compared to the Taiyi Divine Needle, whether it's the number one Nine Yin Nine Yang Needle or the number two Fortune-Seizing Heaven Needle, they all pale in comparison."
The girl in red sighed, "After all, the one who forged the Taiyi Divine Needle was Shennong, the ancestor of medicine!"
The old man with white hair was astonished. He was very curious about Shen Lang's identity and why he had so many trump cards at such a young age.
"Taiyi Divine Needle?"
Gu Qinghan and Wang Yuyan were once again shocked upon hearing the girl in red's words.
Textbooks recorded that Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and created the Taiyi Divine Needle, pioneering the path of medicine. They never imagined that this legendary Taiyi Divine Needle would be in Shen Lang's possession.
If they had been worried about Shen Lang's ability to save people earlier, they were now completely at ease.
Shen Lang also did not expect the girl in red to have such sharp eyes that she could recognize his golden needle as the Taiyi Divine Needle. This girl had some skill.
However, when Shen Lang looked at Zhao Shuhua, who had fainted nearby, he knew he couldn't delay any longer.
Because if he didn't act soon, Zhao Shuhua's life force would be completely depleted.
With this thought, Shen Lang activated the "Ling Zi Jue" from the Taiyi Divine Needle. A surge of profound spiritual energy covered the surface of the Taiyi Divine Needle, causing it to emit a holy white light.
"What do you want to do?"
Just as Shen Lang approached Zhao Shuhua, preparing to insert the Taiyi Divine Needle, Zhao Min suddenly stepped forward and shouted.
"I want to save someone. What, you disagree?"
Shen Lang's attitude towards Zhao Min had changed from initial admiration to disappointment, and now to disgust.
If it weren't for the bet with the girl in red, he would never have spared another glance at Zhao Min, nor would he have cared about Zhao Shuhua's life or death.
"Do you really know how to save people?"
Zhao Min asked, unconvinced.
"What if I do, what if I don't?"
Shen Lang snorted coldly, "Your sister is dying anyway. Do you have a choice?"
"You..."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Zhao Shuhua was furious and wanted to retort, but could not speak.
The girl in red was a disciple of the Medical Immortal Zhang Xuanling. If she said that even Zhang Xuanling himself couldn't save Zhao Shuhua, Zhao Min's family would definitely believe it and have given up hope.
"Minmin, we can't let this brat mess around."
Zhao Jianguo and his wife also disbelieved him, shouting, and then stepped forward to block Shen Lang.
"The whole family is made of stone, stubborn and unpleasant. Honestly, I really don't want to save you, but since I've made a bet, I have no choice but to save her."
Looking at the blocking Zhao family of three, Shen Lang appeared impatient. He quickly extended his left hand and slapped Zhao Min and Zhao Jianguo's shoulders.
This slap was light and powerless, weaker than a baby's slap.
However, after being hit by this slap, Zhao Min and Zhao Jianguo instantly felt all their strength drained, their limbs turned weak, and they collapsed to the ground.
They wanted to struggle but had no strength, wanted to shout but found they couldn't make a sound. They could only watch as Shen Lang walked past them to Zhao Shuhua.
"Whoosh—"
As Zhao Min and Zhao Jianguo, the family of three, glared with eyes that could have torn Shen Lang to shreds, Shen Lang raised his right hand, and the silver needle in his hand pierced the center of Zhao Shuhua's forehead.
"It's over..."
Zhao Min and Zhao Jianguo saw this and knew Zhao Shuhua was finished, about to be killed by Shen Lang.
Shen Lang, they would never let this bastard off.
"Ah—"
As Zhao Min and Zhao Jianguo had this thought, the unconscious Zhao Shuhua suddenly let out a pained groan, her face contorted in pain.
This sudden turn of events further solidified Zhao Min and Zhao Jianguo's judgment.
To be honest, if they could move now, they would have torn this reckless animal Shen Lang to pieces.
However, what happened thirty seconds later not only made Zhao Min and Zhao Jianguo's eyes widen, but even Gu Qinghan, Wang Yuyan, and the girl in red couldn't believe it.
In thirty seconds, just thirty seconds, the look of pain on Zhao Shuhua's face disappeared, and her complexion, pale as paper, became extremely rosy.
Suddenly, Zhao Shuhua's eyelids twitched, and then her eyes slowly opened.
She woke up, Zhao Shuhua woke up.
"This..."
Everyone present was instantly shocked. The entire scene was silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.