Lin Feng approached Yang Ming's bedside, observing the unconscious young man as Tang Qinghe agreed to a hundred million yuan consultation fee. He casually pulled out a pack of disposable silver needles from his pocket.
He inserted a few needles into Yang Ming's head with a slow, deliberate motion, as if engaged in some delicate handicraft.
"Dad, do you really trust him? Look at him, does he look like he's treating Mingming? This is clearly a mockery!" Tang Haimei whispered agitatedly in Tang Qinghe's ear.
Tang Qinghe also found Lin Feng's actions somewhat flippant. He said in a low voice, "It's fine. You two, get your phones ready to record. If anything happens to my grandson while in his hands, we'll have evidence!"
"What Dad said is right. With evidence, no one can protect him!" Yang Ding Tian scoffed, taking out his phone to start filming.
"Sister, do you think brother-in-law can really cure Yang Ming? He's in a vegetative state," Tang Pin Liang asked quietly in Tang Wan's ear, also finding the idea of curing a vegetative patient rather unrealistic.
"He can. As long as he says he can, he definitely will!" Tang Wan smiled, her beautiful eyes filled with unwavering trust in this man.
"Xiao Wan is right. From what I know of young friend Lin Feng, he wouldn't do anything he wasn't sure of," Tang Qingshan mused. "As for you, Xiao Wan, you must cherish this hard-won marriage. Whether my lineage can hold its head high depends on you younger generation."
Tang Qingshan sighed inwardly. His branch of the family was sparse in population, incomparable to the thriving lineage of Tang Qinghe. His hopes were now entirely pinned on Tang Wan, or rather, on Lin Feng!
As the three grandparents and grandchildren spoke in hushed tones, Lin Feng suddenly slapped Yang Ming across the face. The crisp sound of the slap startled everyone.
"You impudent brat, how dare you slap my son? You're going too far!" Tang Haimei exclaimed after a brief moment of shock.
Yang Ding Tian was also furious. They had asked Lin Feng to treat their son, and instead, Lin Feng had slapped Yang Ming without warning. Wasn't this a direct challenge to their family's limits?
"Lin Feng, you're disrespecting my Tang family too much. Young man, there's a limit. You've crossed the line!" Even Tang Qinghe, usually good-tempered, was now red-faced with anger.
"Second Master Tang, I slapped him to save him. This is just my method of healing. Now, he's fine and will wake up soon. Please settle the consultation fee!" Lin Feng produced a bank card and handed it to Tang Qinghe.
This action further enraged Tang Haimei.
"You insolent brat, do you think we're fools? You casually stuck a few needles in my son, then slapped him for no reason, and now you're demanding a consultation fee? Do you really think my Tang family is afraid of you?" Tang Haimei gasped, her chest heaving. If she had a shotgun, she would have fired at Lin Feng without hesitation. This was the greatest humiliation she had ever experienced in her life.
"What's this? Are you trying to renege on the payment?" Lin Feng asked with a dismissive smile.
"You brat, there's no money for you, and it's impossible for you to leave here alive today!" Yang Ding Tian was also incensed. He clapped his hands, and over a dozen burly men rushed in from outside the door.
"Fine, since you want to welch on the deal, then your son can remain a vegetable!" Lin Feng was completely unfazed. He took out a silver needle and turned to look at Yang Ming.
At this moment, Yang Ming stirred. He opened his eyes, looked at everyone in the room, his parents, and his maternal grandfather Tang Qinghe, and asked with a hint of confusion, "Mom, Dad, what happened to me?"
His words stunned Tang Haimei and the others into silence. Yang Ming had woken up. He had actually woken up! Tang Qingshan and Tang Wan were also shocked. Although they had anticipated Lin Feng might wake Yang Ming, seeing it happen in person still felt somewhat incredible.
However, before Tang Haimei could say anything, Lin Feng thrust a needle into Yang Ming's head.
*Gak!*
Yang Ming, having just woken up for a few seconds, slumped his head and fell unconscious again.
"You impudent brat, what are you doing? What have you done to my son?" Tang Haimei's pupils dilated as she shrieked.
"Didn't you refuse to pay? Then I'll make him a vegetable again. What's the problem?" Lin Feng smiled brightly. He had countless ways to torment the Tang Qinghe family. To oppose him was to oppose heaven!
"I... we'll pay. Hurry and wake my son up. I'll give you as much money as you want!" Tang Haimei was completely speechless after Lin Feng's words. Realizing that Lin Feng could indeed wake Yang Ming, she no longer dared to offend him.
Tang Qinghe's feelings were also extremely complicated. He had been prepared to have Lin Feng killed, but witnessing Lin Feng's miraculous medical skills, Tang Qinghe fell into a contemplative silence. After a long while, Tang Qinghe suddenly seemed to grasp something.
No wonder the Ming Organization insisted on protecting Lin Feng. No wonder Tang Qingshan's family treated Lin Feng with such deference. It turned out this kid was a being full of miracles! All along, Lin Feng had been toying with their family. This wasn't intentional provocation; it was because he genuinely possessed the ability!
With this realization, Tang Qinghe immediately put on a smile, picked up Lin Feng's bank card, and said, "Young friend Lin Feng, it was all a misunderstanding earlier. We were negligent towards you. I'll transfer the money to your account immediately. One hundred million, right?"
Lin Feng wagged a finger. "One hundred million is the consultation fee for one treatment. Further treatment will require another hundred million!"
"What!?" Tang Haimei and Yang Ding Tian exclaimed in unison.
Tang Qinghe also showed a hint of displeasure, but he forced a smile and said, "Alright, then two hundred million. I trouble young friend Lin Feng to wake my grandson."
Lin Feng did not reply. Only after receiving the two hundred million yuan confirmation message on his mobile banking did he raise his hand and begin slapping Yang Ming's face repeatedly.
*Slap, slap, slap!*
The crisp sounds of slaps made one's scalp tingle. Tang Haimei and Yang Ding Tian felt the pain just by hearing it. However, this time, the couple dared not speak out to stop him. With the previous experience, they knew this was Lin Feng's peculiar method of healing. If they rashly interrupted his treatment process, who knew how much more money this brat would extort from them!
After slapping Yang Ming dozens of times, turning his face into a bruised mess, Lin Feng finally stopped, looking satisfied.
"It's done? Is my son alright?" Tang Haimei asked anxiously.
"Not yet. I haven't even started. That was just a warm-up!" Lin Feng smiled faintly, then once again inserted needles into Yang Ming's head. As he was about to finish, he delivered a resounding slap to Yang Ming's face.
This scene nearly drove Tang Haimei and Yang Ding Tian mad. It turned out the procedure was exactly the same as before, yet Lin Feng had gratuitously slapped Yang Ming dozens of times. Wasn't this deliberately provoking them?
"Haimei, endure it. Revenge is a dish best served cold. Mingming's safety is the most important thing!" Yang Ding Tian tightly gripped Tang Haimei's hand, worried that she might lose her temper and provoke Lin Feng, which would lead to Yang Ming being tormented even further by Lin Feng.