The saying goes that you can't have both. In this world, people who are both literate and martial are highly skilled, and such prodigies are almost nonexistent.
Yang Feng squatted down next to the dancer, grabbed her wrist, and then a ripple appeared in the air.
Seeing him also trying to take a pulse like a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, Li Beitie, standing behind him, laughed mockingly and said, "What are you pretending to be? Now you're even trying to take a pulse like a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner? Do you even know anything about traditional Chinese medicine?"
The next moment, Yang Feng flipped his hand and took out the silver needle from his storage ring, inserted one of the silver needles between her eyebrows, and infused it with a trace of spiritual power.
The silver needle vibrated slightly, emitting a rather piercing sound.
"Oh, you still need silver needles?" Li Beitie's face was even more mocking, and his voice was loud enough for almost everyone in the room to hear clearly.
The wealthy businessmen around were also not optimistic. Although they didn't understand using silver needles, they wondered how much medical skill such a young man could possibly possess. They guessed he was probably still an intern!
However, the next second...
They were all thoroughly humiliated!
"Cough...cough..."
The dancer in red coughed lightly, slightly opening her bright and alluring eyes, and immediately saw Yang Feng's handsome face.
Yang Feng gently removed the silver needle from between her eyebrows, then helped her up with one hand.
"Did you wake me up?" The dancer in red stared at Yang Feng with her beautiful eyes glistening with tears as she spoke.
"Nonsense, who else here besides me could wake you up?" Yang Feng smiled arrogantly, glancing at Han Shilan at the table not far away.
He was stunned for a moment, only to see Han Shilan with her cheeks puffed out and her beautiful eyes looking as if she was about to kill him.
A single glance.
As if reflexively, Yang Feng released the red-clad dancer he was supporting and turned back with a slightly embarrassed expression.
"Thank you," the dancer in red said with a slight bow.
"No need, I only saved you because of a bet," Yang Feng replied calmly.
"A bet?" The dancer in red was slightly taken aback. She looked into Yang Feng's eyes and saw that he was staring at one spot. She followed his gaze and saw a pure and beautiful girl sitting at the table.
“And…” As he spoke, Yang Feng moved slightly closer to the dancer in red and reached out towards her chest.
"What...what do you want to do?" The dancer in red was startled and before she could react, Yang Feng's hand was already there.
Yang Feng removed a pendant from her chest and looked at the precious jade on it, which emitted a faint fragrance that he found very enjoyable.
This is because it is an aura of resentment, which would cause great harm to an ordinary person.
However, Yang Feng possesses a chaotic body, and the chaotic beast within him needs resentment and bloodlust to regain its power.
"Did you buy this?" Yang Feng asked, rubbing the jade in his palm.
"No...it wasn't me who bought it, but a close friend of mine bought it as a birthday present for me? What's wrong? Is there a problem?" The dancer in red felt much better and asked in confusion.
"Here's some advice: stay away from your so-called best friend. Whether you listen or not is up to you."
Yang Feng stored the jade piece in his storage ring, turned and walked off the stage, leaving behind a single sentence:
"It's not always so lucky to meet someone like me."
As the young Chinese man walked toward a girl, the dancer in red frowned, suddenly feeling that her head was not as painful as before, and even felt a little comfortable.
Something suddenly occurred to her...
Could it be that there's really something wrong with that jade piece?!
(End of this chapter)
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From Chapter 342 onwards, one can only love one person.
"Hmph, our great detective Yang is really capable. Not only did he cure that beautiful dancer, but he also managed to take advantage of her."
Han Shilan stared intently at Yang Feng's faintly smiling face with her beautiful, murderous eyes, and spoke coldly.
She could see everything that was just above her very clearly.
"No way, don't misunderstand," Yang Feng said, sitting down next to Han Shilan.
"You still say you didn't? I won't even mention that you just helped that dancer up by the waist, but you even reached out and touched her chest! Do you really think I'm blind?!"
Han Shilan reached out and hit Yang Feng in the chest, her voice trembling as she spoke.
"Oh, so that's what it was. I just took the pendant she was wearing around her neck... to pay for her medical expenses. You can see for yourself."
As he spoke, Yang Feng pulled Han Shilan close with one arm and placed her on his lap. Then, he flipped his hand and took out a jade pendant from his storage ring, placing it in her palm.
"Where did you conjure this thing from?" Han Shilan's beautiful eyes widened slightly, and her anger subsided considerably.
"Hehe, actually your husband can do magic tricks. If you want, I can conjure up ninety-nine roses in the future!"
Yang Feng licked his lips and whispered in her ear, a thought flashing through his mind: he should store some things in his storage ring to please girls in the future.
"Hmm... this jade pendant, why is it a bit..." Han Shilan touched the jade in her palm, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, feeling very uncomfortable, and quickly stuffed the jade back into Yang Feng's palm.
"Isn't it painful? That's right, it was this pendant that caused the dancer to faint. In addition, she was already somewhat weak and anemic, with a low resistance, so she was easily affected by this thing."
Yang Feng gently explained, touching the jade piece in his palm.