Volume One, Chapter 35: Going Viral by Accident—The Entire Internet Searches for the Miracle Doctor!

"Hmph, you don't even have a medical license. Stop putting on an act and get out of here!"

"What could you possibly do?!"

As he spoke, Chen Weidong reached out to shove Su Ming aside. However, Su Ming slapped him across the face, sending him stumbling back several steps. Chen Weidong was stunned, and the crowd erupted in a commotion; no one had expected Su Ming to resort to physical violence.

"You bastard, how dare you hit me!"

"You piece of trash, do you know who this is? He is a member of the Board of Trustees of Ningzhou University. If anything happens to him, even ten of your lives wouldn't be enough to pay for it!" Chen Weidong pointed at Su Ming, cursing furiously.

"If you keep yapping, I'll take your life before I save him!"

Su Ming’s voice was icy, and his gaze so cold that Chen Weidong instinctively took two steps back. Then, Su Ming turned to the girl and said, "Miss, your grandfather’s condition is such that he won't last until he reaches the hospital. See for yourself!"

Following his words, the girl looked down at her grandfather and realized his breathing had stopped.

"Grandpa, don't scare me! Wake up, please wake up!" The girl lunged forward, realizing his breathing was now deathly faint—it hadn't been this bad just a moment ago.

"Sir, do you really have a way to save my grandfather?" The girl began to sob, panicked and completely at a loss. Suddenly, she recalled Su Ming’s earlier words and looked up to ask.

"It will only take one minute. If it doesn't work, it won't delay his emergency treatment either!" Su Ming said confidently.

"Let him try!"
"Yes, given the old man's condition, he probably won't make it to the hospital."
"Girl, let the young man try!"

The onlookers began to chime in. The girl finally made up her mind and nodded at Su Ming: "Go ahead, please save my grandfather."

Su Ming didn't say another word. He opened the old man's shirt to expose his chest, extended his fingers to press on specific acupoints, and a faint light flickered in his eyes. *X-ray vision!* Through the layers of tissue, he saw the compressed blood vessels with dark shadows inside. *Blood clot embolism!* He had to dissolve that clot; if the old man’s brain died, even a god descending from heaven wouldn't be able to save him.

"Miss Lu, you’re being foolish! I am a chief physician at a military medical college, and he is nothing but a quack—he’s a fraud!"
"To think you’d believe a swindler! The old man is as good as dead!"

Chen Weidong, standing to the side, was nearly bursting with rage. His pride had been severely wounded. Miss Lu ignored him; she was only worried about her grandfather.

Su Ming moved with purpose. He held a silver needle and precisely pierced the old man’s chest, guiding it along the path of the embolism. More than a dozen needles were placed with pinpoint accuracy. The dark shadows began to fade! Su Ming knew he needed to clear the remaining toxins, otherwise, the old man would face this crisis again, but he couldn't do it with needles alone—he would need medication. He then inserted needles into the old man’s temples and crown to wake up the suppressed nerves.

"Done!"

Su Ming clapped his hands, his tone light and casual. However, the old man remained motionless, causing Miss Lu’s gaze toward Su Ming to fill with doubt. The onlookers began to mutter, pointing fingers at Su Ming.

"See? I told you he was a fraud!"
"You didn't believe me, but if anything happens to the old man, you are all accomplices!"

With Chen Weidong fanning the flames, the crowd instinctively backed away, fearing legal trouble. As for Miss Lu, seeing her grandfather still lying there with his eyes closed, she glared at Su Ming.

"You jerk! I was so stupid to believe your lies!"
"If anything happens to my grandfather, I will make you pay!"

Just as Miss Lu finished speaking, a dry cough echoed. The old man suddenly rolled over and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Grandpa! Grandpa, what's wrong?" Miss Lu was startled and rushed to help him sit up, asking with concern.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually clearing. He took a deep breath. "Yunyao, I’m fine. I felt like I had a dream—I was walking at the gates of hell!"
"Your grandfather is still strong enough to wait until you get married and settle down before I go to see your grandmother."
"Help me up."

The old man smiled. Although awake, he was still weak and couldn't stand on his own. Lu Yunyao hurriedly helped him up, her face filled with joy, forgetting even to wipe away her tears. Chen Weidong looked as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes wide. The surrounding crowd gasped in amazement.

"That young man was truly incredible!"
"A divine healer, no less!"
"An expert, a hidden master! He saved the old man in just a few moves!"
"I misunderstood him earlier!"
"Wait, where is the divine healer? Why is he gone?"

The crowd looked around, but Su Ming had long since disappeared.

"Yunyao, they said a divine healer saved me?" the old man asked in confusion.
"Yes, Grandpa. It was a young man. He said he could save you, and I didn't expect him to be so talented—his medical skills are truly miraculous!"

"I even misunderstood him earlier... What do I do? He’s gone!"

Seeing her grandfather awake, Lu Yunyao immediately realized how impulsive she had been and how she had wronged the young healer.

"Sigh, you silly girl, how could you be so impulsive? We must find this savior. Not only must we apologize, but I must thank him properly!" the old man urged.

"I know, Grandpa. I will find him." Lu Yunyao scanned the area, secretly vowing to find the young healer to clear up the misunderstanding and offer a proper apology.

Meanwhile, a university student had filmed the moment Su Ming saved the man and posted it to a video app. It gained massive traffic instantly, receiving over a million likes, and the comment section was on fire.

"My God, he’s so young, and he knows such medicine!"
"Is this real? Isn't it a setup?"
"To the person above, did you drink too much fake alcohol? That’s Professor Lu, a trustee of Ningzhou University! Does he need to stage a show for attention?"
"Exactly! If you’re not capable yourself, stop questioning others. If you’re so great, take your ID card to Leshan, find the Big Buddha, and tell him to get up so you can sit there instead!"
"Wow, look at that side profile—so handsome! If I had a boyfriend like that, I wouldn't be afraid of anything!"
"He really is a divine healer. So amazing! The traditional medicine of our Great Nation is finally reviving!"
"He’s a master, an absolute master. It’s just a shame he was wronged and misunderstood..."
"Miss Lu Yunyao should apologize to the young healer."
"Search the whole web! Find the young healer and catch him in person!"

The video had gone viral. A large number of local netizens began searching the city based on his profile. As for Su Ming, he had no idea that by saving a life to clear his karmic debt, he had inadvertently become an internet sensation.