"This is a knife that requires blood to suppress, and it is imbued with a thick Blood Fiend Aura. It is this aura that triggered the fluctuations in your blood vitality, which is the cause of your illness," Jiang Chen combined some of his conjectures with the facts and spoke them out loud.

However, Lin Guoliang frowned upon hearing this. To be honest, he respected Jiang Chen's medical skills, but he could not bring himself to believe in this concept of the Blood Fiend Aura.

Yet, after glancing at the Tang Sword and then back at Jiang Chen with suspicion, he suddenly startled:

Could it be that Mr. Jiang likes this sword?

After pondering for a moment, Lin Guoliang smiled, "Mr. Jiang, as long as you cure my illness, the sword is yours."

Jiang Chen blinked, understanding Lin Guoliang's thoughts, and without further explanation, he reached for the Tang Sword.

As his hand slowly approached the Tang Sword, Jiang Chen's brows suddenly furrowed.

He found that the closer his hand got to the sword, the more he could sense the sword calling out to him, as if the Blood Fiend Aura attached to the sword was beckoning his bloodline.

It was a feeling of blood running in tune!

How could this be? Too strange!

"Hm..."

When Jiang Chen took the sword in hand, a clear ringing of the sword suddenly sounded.

At the same time, the blade slightly vibrated, as if expressing a welcome to Jiang Chen, like the sword had always been waiting for him, and was now greeting him!

Involuntarily, Jiang Chen held the Tang Sword before his eyes, squinting and taking a closer look.

The blade was slender and blood-stained, with a cold gleam that flickered through the red.

What a fine sword!

Hearing the sound of the sword's ring, Lin Guoliang watched in amazement as Jiang Chen held the Tang Sword, and he couldn't help but freeze.

Truth be told, he had handled the sword more than once. Yet, he had never heard the sword spontaneously emit such a sound.

But today, such a phenomenon occurred in Jiang Chen's hands.

Involuntarily, a look of reluctance appeared in his eyes.

After admiring the sword, Jiang Chen glanced at Lin Guoliang, curved the corner of his mouth, and slowly approached Lin Guoliang while holding the Tang Sword.

Lin Guoliang's face changed, looking at Jiang Chen's actions in astonishment, his brows furrowed tightly, and he was about to speak. Before he could, Jiang Chen had already presented the Tang Sword before Lin Guoliang.

"Ah—"

Lin Guoliang suddenly felt as if his head were about to explode, and with a cry of agony, he fell to the ground, clutching his head and urgently shouting, "Mr. Jiang, keep the sword away, keep it away!"

Jiang Chen chuckled softly, turned, and placed the Tang Sword back on the display stand, then bent down to help Lin Guoliang up.

Filled with newfound fear, Lin Guoliang gave the Tang Sword another look, a hint of terror surfacing in his eyes. He now truly believed that the cause of his ailment was indeed the Tang Sword.

So, Jiang Chen really wasn't coveting the sword; he was trying to save his life!

After helping Lin Guoliang to sit down on the sofa in the hall, Jiang Chen softly said, "Sit tight, don't move."

After giving the instruction, Jiang Chen took out the Silver Needle to perform acupuncture on Lin Guoliang.

"How do you feel?"

After the acupuncture, Jiang Chen asked softly.

Lin Guoliang felt a sudden clarity in his mind, and amidst his astonishment, he looked at Jiang Chen with gratitude, "Much better now, thank you, Mr. Jiang."

"No need to thank me, I'll take the sword then," Jiang Chen indicated toward the Tang Sword on the display stand.

Lin Guoliang hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, please, Mr. Jiang, take it away."

"So you gave it to me because you cured my illness?" Jiang Chen joked as he spoke.

"No, no, no!" Lin Guoliang hurriedly waved his hand: "I was wrong, Mr. Jiang, I was wrong. Please take the Tang Sword away!"

"However, since I've taken the sword, I won't charge you for the diagnosis." Jiang Chen smiled slightly, stood up to pick up the Tang Sword, turned his head to Lin Guoliang, and said, "Moreover, by taking this sword, your illness is completely eradicated, and with the acupuncture treatment just now, you'll be fine after resting for a couple of days."

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Jiang." Lin Guoliang hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "No need to thank me, I did it also because of Qing Qing's face."

While speaking, Jiang Chen picked up the Tang Sword and walked out of Lin Guoliang's house.

He mentioned Su Qingqing because Jiang Chen found Su Qingqing to be a decent person, and now after her father's death, she was alone in this world.

Even though Lin Guoliang had also looked after Su Qingqing, this incident should make him pay even more attention to Su Qingqing's affairs!

When Jiang Chen walked out of Lin Guoliang's house with the sword, Lin Guoliang breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt much clearer in the head.

...

After leaving Lin Guoliang's house, Jiang Chen dialed Gong Lin's number.

"Gong Lin, do you know someone named Fan Ping? He should be a CEO-level person?" Jiang Chen asked softly.

"Of course, isn't that Fan Zhewei's father? What's up? Did that Fan Zhewei offend you again?" Gong Lin asked in confusion, thinking that Fan Zhewei had caused trouble for Jiang Chen again.

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Oh, it's nothing. I just need to deal with that Fan Ping. Since that's the case, I'll just go directly to Fan Zhewei."

"Do you need my help?" Gong Lin asked softly.

"No need, if I do, I'll call you." Jiang Chen felt a warmth in his heart and said with a light laugh.

"Okay!"

After hanging up, Jiang Chen wrapped the Tang Sword in something and took a taxi back to the mall.

"Hmm?"

Right after getting out of the taxi, Jiang Chen saw Fan Zhewei at a corner of the mall.

Without making a sound, Jiang Chen carried the sword and followed Fan Zhewei into an alley before calling out, "Fan Zhewei."

Fan Zhewei turned around and was startled at first, but then he came over with a fawning smile: "Mr. Jiang, what brings you back? Do you need to buy something? Just tell me, everything will be delivered to Miss Su or your house."

Jiang Chen didn't reply but instead drew the Tang Sword.

"Clang—"

The sound of the sword's hum was heard again, even crisper this time.

Intimidating murderous intent!

"Thud!"

Seeing Jiang Chen pulling a sword out of a cloth bag, Fan Zhewei was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, trembling all over. While frantically waving his hands, he pleaded in panic, "Mr. Jiang, please, don't kill me! Don't kill me, please!"

"Who said I was going to kill you." Jiang Chen glanced at Fan Zhewei, placed the Tang Sword horizontally, and extended it in front of Fan Zhewei: "I just want to show you this sword."

Fan Zhewei hurriedly knelt back, taking two steps on the ground. It was still very terrifying.

"Get up."

Jiang Chen uttered sternly, frowning: "I just got this sword. It is said that this sword was given to Lin Guoliang by your father. Do you know the origins of this sword?"

Fan Zhewei was taken aback for a moment, let out a long sigh of relief, and slowly got up from the ground, nearly falling over because his legs were weak.

Stabilizing himself, Fan Zhewei stepped forward to take a good look, thought for a moment, and then said, "I recognize this sword; it's an heirloom of our family. There used to be a scabbard with it, but first, the sword went missing, then the scabbard disappeared as well. I didn't expect that my dad had given the sword away!"

Jiang Chen furrowed his brows, "There's a scabbard too? Why would he give away the sword without sending the scabbard along?"

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