Chapter 6: Still Worth Saving

Gao Liang responded calmly, following the information that had surfaced in his mind.
“Leave everything to me from now on. I guarantee that Wang Xiaomeng will be cured within a month.”

Zhu Jiahao saw that Wang Xinyao actually acknowledged Gao Liang and let him steal the limelight, which he simply could not tolerate. He rushed forward and shouted,
“His phone is rigged! Don’t believe him! He must already know who’s been scaring Wang Xiaomeng and took a picture beforehand to pretend to be mystical here. He’s a fraud! If you don’t believe me, let me take a picture to show you.”

As he spoke, he lunged forward and snatched the phone from Gao Liang’s hand.
Once the phone was in his grasp, the camera interface reverted to normal.
Zhu Jiahao snapped dozens of photos of Wang Xiaomeng in quick succession, but in every single one, only Wang Xiaomeng herself appeared.

Although he couldn’t figure out what trick Gao Liang had played, he was convinced the phone was somehow tampered with and that Gao Liang was using it to cheat everyone.

“Damn you! Trying to fool people with this busted phone? I’m going to smash this piece of junk today!”

Enraged, Zhu Jiahao raised the phone high and was about to hurl it to the ground with all his might.

Gao Liang was so tense he could barely breathe. He knew this phone was a mystical artifact, and if it were destroyed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In that split second, poised between life and death, he suddenly realized his mind was intimately connected to the phone.
Invisible red runes appeared both on the phone and on his body, and he discovered he could control whoever held the phone with his thoughts.

He immediately used his will to seize control of Zhu Jiahao’s hand.

Instead of smashing the phone to the ground, Zhu Jiahao’s raised hand balled into a fist and started pummeling his own face.

Thud! Thud! Thud!
One punch after another landed with a dull, meaty sound that made everyone wince.

Zhu Jiahao was quickly battered into a heap by his own fist, his agonized wails chilling to the bone.

“Stop! Please, for the love of God, stop!”

He tried to grab his striking hand with the other, but couldn’t. In fact, the blows only became heavier.

If this kept up, he’d be done for.

Finally, Zhu Jiahao was utterly broken by his own fists.
He crawled to Gao Liang’s feet and kowtowed desperately, begging for mercy.

“Gao Liang, Brother Gao, I was wrong! For the sake of our classmates, let me go, I beg you!”

Gao Liang snatched back his phone, glaring at the boys who often bullied him at school. He growled,

“Who else? Who else wants to try?”

Terror flickered in everyone’s eyes. It was as if they’d seen a ghost, and they all shrank back in fright.

Suddenly, Wang Xinyao cried out in alarm.

“Something’s wrong! Xiaomeng’s in trouble! Academician Zhang, quickly—save Xiaomeng!”

All eyes turned to Wang Xiaomeng, who was convulsing violently, foam spilling from her mouth, eyes rolling back, pupils dilated—a picture of impending death.

Academician Zhang had prepared for this. He immediately opened the emergency kit, and his assistants hurried to help.

The hall was already equipped with the most advanced medical devices.

Under Academician Zhang’s direction, they frantically tried to resuscitate Wang Xiaomeng for over ten minutes, but ultimately, her heart stopped beating.

Several girls, too tender-hearted to hold back, began sobbing quietly.

Academician Zhang gave Wang Xinyao a helpless gesture of regret.

“Director Wang, my condolences. Xiaomeng is gone.”

Wang Xinyao’s legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor, barely able to keep from wailing.

Gao Liang stepped forward calmly and said softly, “There’s still a chance. Let me try again.”

Academician Zhang instantly flushed with fury, feeling his authority challenged.

“What do you mean by that? Xiaomeng has completely lost all signs of life. Are you saying you can raise the dead?”

Gao Liang showed no emotion and didn’t even look at Academician Zhang. He murmured lightly, “Let’s give it a try.”

He then approached and began massaging Wang Xiaomeng’s seven yang meridians.

The seven yang points on the human body are the centers of both palms and soles, the brow, the center of the back, and the chest.

He began by massaging her palms, and after a while, he felt warmth return to her hands; then he moved on to her soles.

A healer must be compassionate. Gao Liang was now fully inhabiting the role of healer, and so, as a matter of course, he rolled down Wang Xiaomeng’s stockings.

This action instantly drove Zhu Jiahao mad with jealousy.

He had dreamed of doing such a thing, but in reality, Wang Xiaomeng wouldn’t even let him touch her hand, let alone her stockings.

No way should it be Gao Liang helping her—if anyone, it should be him.

He immediately stepped forward, righteous indignation in his voice.

“Gao Liang, what do you think you’re doing? Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You’re just taking advantage of Xiaomeng under the guise of treatment!”

But Gao Liang was already fully focused, following the instructions in his mind to save Wang Xiaomeng, and ignored Zhu Jiahao altogether.

Seeing Gao Liang pay him no heed and unable to win in a fight, Zhu Jiahao, furious and frustrated, turned to Wang Xinyao.

“Auntie, stop him! He couldn’t even get a girlfriend in school, he’s a creep, and he was once blacklisted for molesting a female patient—banned from practicing medicine for life! Don’t let him touch Xiaomeng!”

But at this point, with nothing left to lose, Wang Xinyao would not give up any chance, however slim.

She glared fiercely at Zhu Jiahao. “Shut up! If you don’t want to stay, you can leave right now!”

Zhu Jiahao was left humiliated, his face twisted and looking as if he’d swallowed something foul. He could only watch helplessly as Gao Liang rolled down Wang Xiaomeng’s stockings, revealing her delicate feet and fair, jade-like legs.

The boys nearby all held their breath, their gazes drawn irresistibly.

Gao Liang composed himself, focusing all his attention on massaging the soles of Wang Xiaomeng’s feet.

Once her soles became warm and supple, he moved on to massaging her back, and then her chest. When his hands hovered over her chest, he glanced at Wang Xinyao.

She instantly caught his meaning and swept her gaze around the room.

“All the boys, turn around.”

Every boy, regretful and unwilling, turned away, but not one dared disobey or sneak a glance. Wang Xinyao was not a woman to be trifled with.

The information in Gao Liang’s mind told him that the vengeful spirit was attached to the seven yang meridians. When Wang Xiaomeng was overwhelmed with terror, the spirit’s malice would keep seeping into her body until her heart was shrouded—at which point she would enter a state of suspended animation.

If she wasn’t treated in time, she would truly die.

Gao Liang could only draw out the malice from the seven yang meridians through massage. However, this was only a temporary solution and could not resolve the spirit’s attachment.

To truly solve the problem, he would need to enter another realm.

Gao Liang glanced at Wang Xinyao, his gaze innocent and earnest.

At this moment, Wang Xinyao was willing to believe Gao Liang was a god, an immortal, even the Buddha, or a ghost—whatever he might be, as long as he could save her daughter.

Their eyes met, understanding passing silently between them. Wang Xinyao gave him a tiny nod, her gaze full of encouragement.

Gao Liang undid Wang Xiaomeng’s clasps, slipped down her straps, and began the massage.