Chapter 13 Praise

At this moment, Zhan Yun's hands were actually trembling, and his forehead was covered in large beads of sweat.

Although the Thirteenth Needle of the Ghost Hand is powerful, it demands a great deal of physical strength from the practitioner and requires Zhan Yun's full concentration. Given Zhan Yun's current physical condition, he was truly struggling to cope.

Han Yonghua, the second eldest, noticed that Zhan Yun was not in the best condition and asked with concern, "Mr. Zhan, what's wrong with you?"

Zhan Yun felt somewhat embarrassed, "Applying this acupuncture technique consumes quite a bit of energy."

"Then you should rest immediately!" Han Yonghua was, after all, rather friendly.

At that time, Zhan Yun was indeed exhausted. Although the Star Picking Tower had slightly improved his constitution, allowing him not to be a completely useless person, he had not yet cultivated the Technique from the Star Picking Tower. His physical strength was not sufficient to support the full execution of the Thirteenth Needle of the Ghost Hand.

Therefore, Zhan Yun found a seat and sat down to rest slowly.

Xia Qu hurried over with a stethoscope to examine.

Soon, Xia Qu announced happily, "The old master's breathing is very normal, and his heartbeat has become very slow but powerful. If it can stay like this, he can last several more hours at least!"

Hearing Xia Qu's announcement, everyone in the room finally let out a sigh of relief, especially the hospital director, who wiped the sweat from his forehead. It seemed that the hospital was saved.

At this point, the way everyone in the room looked at Zhan Yun had changed. This condition that the hospital could not control, Zhan Yun was actually able to manage. This was clearly not the useless person of the rumors, but a very impressive doctor!

However, everyone was puzzled as to why Zhan Yun would be willing to be such a disrespected son-in-law in the Feng Family.

But obviously, no one would raise such a disheartening question at this time.

At that moment, Han Yongtao looked towards Zhan Bu and lightly nodded with a slight smile on his face, "You've done very well."

The few people in the hospital immediately cast envious glances at Zhan Yun. In Peiyang City, anyone who could earn a word of praise from Han Yongtao, as long as they didn't try hard to mess things up, would certainly have a bright future.

Zhan Yun did not show the kind of flattered expression that others might have expected. In fact, his expression hardly changed at all; he simply nodded to Han Yongtao in a gesture of politeness.

When the others saw that Zhan Yun had responded in such an understated manner, some thought that Zhan Yun was being too ungracious. They wondered why he wasn't hurriedly putting on a smile and trying to curry favor!

However, even though everyone felt that Zhan Yun should be humbling himself to the dust, Zhan Yun would never do so.

Because Zhan Yun had never forgotten his identity. He was a successor of the Guigu lineage, and his status was no less than that of anyone else.

If he were to act utterly grateful and indebted over a single word of praise, that would bring great shame to the Guigu lineage.

After scrutinizing Zhan Yun for a moment, Han Yongtao's estimation of him increased. Having met countless people, he could naturally discern whether someone was feigning nobility or truly had a backbone of their own.

Clearly, Zhan Yun belonged to the latter category; there was a special confidence about this young man.

Then, the Han Family's second elder, Han Yonghua, turned back to Zhan Yun, "Mr. Zhan, is one session of acupuncture enough to last until that special medication arrives?"

Although the old master's condition appeared to be stable, whether Zhan Yun's acupuncture could sustain him until the arrival of that special medication was still uncertain.

The Han Family was not as relaxed as they appeared to be; they were still very anxious about the old master's health and needed a definitive answer from Zhan Yun.