**"Xiao He!"**

  Xie Changfeng couldn't help but feel anxious. Did this kid not understand the stakes of this bet?

  If this were anywhere else, losing might have allowed for some wiggle room. But with him—the top official of Qinghai—serving as a witness, there was no chance of backing out.

  **"Secretary Xie, don’t worry. I have confidence in my medical skills."** Lin Yu gave Xie Changfeng a reassuring smile.

  **"In your country, there’s a saying—'A gentleman’s word is... is...'?"** Kailo frowned, struggling to recall the rest of the phrase.

  **"'As unchangeable as a galloping horse.'"** Lin Yu grinned and gestured politely. **"Don’t worry, Dr. Kailo. I won’t go back on my word. Please, go ahead."**

  Kailo nodded solemnly and approached Yang Kun, examining his back and arms before opening his suitcase.

  The interior of his case was uniquely structured—clearly custom-made—filled with syringes, bandages, medicine, tweezers, and surgical blades.

  **"This is a new miracle drug from our country. Just one injection, and you’ll feel immediate relief,"** Kailo said as he drew a dose into a syringe.

  **"Is it really that effective?"** Tao Yueping asked excitedly.

  After accompanying her husband to countless doctors with no improvement, she had nearly lost faith in medicine. But seeing Kailo’s confidence, a spark of hope reignited in her.

  **"Mom, don’t worry. Dr. Kailo is a legend in Beijing’s medical circles,"** Yang Chenming said with absolute certainty.

  Only someone of his status could have gotten Kailo to make a house call. For a condition like his father’s—child’s play for Kailo—most people wouldn’t even get a response.

  Xie Changfeng and his wife watched Kailo administer the injection with mixed emotions—hoping it would work but also worried about Lin Yu’s bet.

  After the injection, Kailo instructed Yang Kun to sit quietly for a while, assuring him the effects would kick in soon.

  He then took out the remaining doses of his miracle drug, instructing Tao Yueping to have a doctor administer them daily.

  **"Dr. Kailo, isn’t it a bit premature to hand out the rest of your medicine before seeing results?"** Lin Yu said with a wry smile.

  **"My medicine *will* work. You’d better prepare to bow,"** Kailo retorted smugly.

  **"Mr. He, was it? Thank you for coming to treat my father. Don’t worry—I won’t let you leave empty-handed. You’ll be compensated,"** Yang Chenming said, assuming Lin Yu was worried about not getting paid.

  **"Payment isn’t necessary. If not for Secretary Xie’s invitation, no amount of money would have brought me here."**

  Lin Yu’s words carried weight—he was making it clear that while Yang Chenming might be rich and famous, his influence meant nothing to him. He was here purely out of respect for Xie Changfeng.

  **"Heh."** Yang Chenming chuckled but said nothing more, thinking to himself that this Lin Yu might not have much skill, but his attitude was certainly something.

  **"Well? Feeling any better?"** Yang Yan asked impatiently.

  Yang Kun shook his head, his expression still pained, his arms pressed tightly against his ribs, unable to move.

  **"It hasn’t been long enough. Give it more time,"** Kailo said, checking his watch.

  They waited patiently. Five minutes passed.

  **"How about now? Can you move your arms?"** Kailo asked.

  Yang Kun shook his head again.

  **"Now?"** Another five minutes. Beads of sweat had formed on Kailo’s forehead.

  **"Still no."** Yang Kun tried moving his arms again but cried out in pain.

  **"Dr. Kailo, we’ve waited over twenty minutes. Your definition of 'soon' is quite generous,"** Lin Yu remarked pointedly.

  Kailo said nothing, sweat trickling down his face as he kept checking his watch.

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  **"Kailo, what’s going on?"** Yang Chenming’s expression darkened as he stepped forward.

  **"This... this shouldn’t be happening,"** Kailo muttered, flustered.

  By all logic, the drug should have taken effect by now.

  **"I told you—Western medicine won’t work for Uncle Yang’s condition. Only traditional Chinese medicine can gradually restore him,"** Lin Yu said, picking up his needle case and approaching Yang Kun.

  Seeing that Kailo’s treatment had failed, no one stopped Lin Yu this time.

  Due to Yang Kun’s condition, Tao Yueping had custom clothing made for him, making it easy to remove.

  Once Yang Kun was undressed, Lin Yu swiftly selected three silver needles and inserted them into specific points on his neck and back. Wisps of emerald-green spiritual energy flowed through the needles into Yang Kun’s body.

  Yang Kun’s face twitched in discomfort, but at the same time, he felt a slight lightness in his body.

  **"Uncle Yang, your muscles are weak, and your acupoints have shifted, so this might hurt a bit. Please bear with it,"** Lin Yu said as he inserted more needles.

  Kailo watched with folded arms, shaking his head in disbelief. He admitted his medicine hadn’t worked, but he was certain Lin Yu’s acupuncture wouldn’t either.

  To him, this was all just theatrics. How could a few needles possibly cure anything?

  Once the needles were in place, Lin Yu also instructed Yang Kun to wait.

  **"Mr. He, if I’m not mistaken, it seems we might end up in a draw today,"** Kailo said leisurely.

  **"Not a chance, Dr. Kailo. I suggest you start drafting your apology to traditional Chinese medicine now,"** Lin Yu replied calmly.

  **"It... doesn’t hurt as much now,"** Yang Kun suddenly said, moving his arms in surprise.

  His arms slowly began to loosen, and the pain gradually faded.

  **"It... it’s working?!"**

  Tao Yueping stared in disbelief. After all this time, her husband’s condition was improving in mere minutes?

  **"Haha! Xiao He, Xiao He! No wonder Old Song praised you as a miracle worker. Truly well-deserved!"** Xie Changfeng stood tall, beaming with pride.

  To showcase the power of Chinese medicine in front of a foreigner—what a triumph!

  **"Impossible! Impossible!"**

  Kailo was so shocked he reverted to his native tongue, staring in disbelief.

  Their country’s BTXA miracle drug was among the most advanced in the world. How could it lose to a few tiny needles?

  **"Dr. Kailo, traditional Chinese medicine is vast and profound—far beyond what Western medicine can comprehend,"** Lin Yu said with a faint smile, a hint of smugness in his tone.

  Let’s see if this foreigner still dares to act so arrogantly now.

  **"Dr. Kailo, what you witnessed today is the *true* essence of Chinese medicine!"** Xie Changfeng declared proudly, honored that Qinghai had a talent like Lin Yu.

  **"Mr. He, I was rude earlier. I hope you won’t hold it against me,"** Yang Chenming said, deeply embarrassed. Remembering his earlier skepticism toward Chinese medicine, his face burned with shame.

  **"Brother Yang, if you want my forgiveness, it won’t be that easy. You’ll have to do something for me,"** Lin Yu said with a playful grin.

  Yang Chenming’s willingness to apologize surprised Lin Yu and improved his impression of the star. Most celebrities had huge egos—few would ever admit they were wrong.

  **"Name it. As long as it’s within my power, I won’t refuse,"** Yang Chenming said eagerly.

  **"My wife is your biggest fan. Could you record a short video wishing her well?"** Lin Yu asked.

  After prescribing Yang Kun an herbal remedy centered on *Trichosanthes* and cinnamon twig decoction, Lin Yu assured him that ten doses would bring a full recovery.

  **"Mr. He, rest assured—I keep my promises. Within three days, you’ll see my written apology to Chinese medicine in medical journals."**

  Before leaving, Kailo handed Lin Yu his business card. **"If you ever visit Beijing, you must contact me. I’ll ensure you receive the highest level of hospitality."**

  Though Kailo was proud and stubborn, he took medicine seriously. Initially dismissive of Lin Yu, witnessing his skills had humbled him, and his attitude shifted entirely.

  Xie Changfeng, his wife, and the Yang couple were equally grateful and insisted on treating Lin Yu to a meal. He politely declined, exchanged contact details with Yang Chenming, and left.

  By then, it was evening. Lin Yu headed straight to Jiang Yan’s clinic to wait for her to finish work.

  Sun Feng greeted him with unusual politeness, still shaken by the incident at Bixi Manor. This He Jiarong might seem harmless, but when provoked, he was terrifying.

  When Jiang Yan finished her shift, Lin Yu excitedly said, **"I’ve got something to show you!"**

  He pulled out his phone and handed it to her.

  **"Not interested."**

  Jiang Yan didn’t even glance at it—until she caught a glimpse of the screen and froze. She snatched the phone from him.

  It was a selfie of Lin Yu and Yang Chenming, taken when the singer saw him off.

  **"So? Am I still the better-looking one?"** Lin Yu teased.

  **"You’re hideous. There’s no comparison,"** Jiang Yan scoffed, though her tone was softer than usual.

  As she stared at the photo, her heart fluttered. This was the idol she had adored for nearly a decade. Through all those years of youth—the confusion, the heartache, the joy—his music had been her constant companion. It felt distant yet vivid.

  **"How did you meet him?"** she asked curiously.

  **"He was visiting family in Qinghai. I ran into him and got a photo. Since I knew you liked him, I asked him to record a message for you."** Lin Yu quickly pulled up the video.

  **"Hello, Jiang Yan. I’m Yang Chenming. Wishing you and Jiarong a harmonious and happy marriage..."**

  The warm, rich voice from the phone brought unexpected tears to Jiang Yan’s eyes.

  **"Back when we got married, I actually fantasized about him hosting our wedding. How naive."**

  **"Hosting the wedding might be impossible, but hosting our two-year anniversary? That could still happen,"** Lin Yu said gently, sighing inwardly. *Jiarong, my brother, look how well I treat your wife. I’ve gone above and beyond.*

  **"Our anniversary?"**

  Jiang Yan smirked. **"You think he’s some street vendor selling candied fruit? Even if you had the money, he’d need the time. I heard he’s busy preparing for a world tour. No way he’d come."**

  **"What if I *could* get him here? Would you smile for me?"** Lin Yu teased, realizing how fun it was to provoke her occasionally.

  **"Let your *Xue Qin* smile for you!"**

  Jiang Yan huffed and stormed off in her high heels, ignoring him completely.