"Can you really save her?"
Looking at Shen Lang, the red-clothed girl said with doubt.
"If I say I can, will you believe me?"
Shen Lang was surprised that the red-clothed girl blocked his way.
"I don't believe you—"
The red-clothed girl shook her head. "All her energy in her brain and organs has been depleted. Forget my master, the Medical Immortal Zhang Xuanling; even an immortal couldn't save her. You clearly gave their family false hope just now, only to crush it."
"You're playing with hearts, killing with words. You're too wicked."
"No matter what grudges you have with their family, you shouldn't toy with them like this. It's like adding insult to injury, pouring salt on a wound."
At these words, Zhao Min and her husband Zhao Jianguo stopped crying and glared at Shen Lang with fury.
Zhao Min even roared at Shen Lang, "Shen Lang, you are not only a clown, but also a scumbag, a beast."
Just now, Zhao Min thought Shen Lang could really save her sister Zhao Shihua and had lowered herself to him. But now, she realized Shen Lang couldn't save anyone and was merely toying with their family.
"Beast, you'll be struck by lightning."
After Zhao Min finished speaking, Zhao Jianguo and his wife gritted their teeth and cursed.
Shen Lang didn't care about the curses from Zhao Min's family, but he was bothered by the red-clothed girl's doubt.
Shen Lang looked at the red-clothed girl and said very seriously, "I wasn't toying with their family. I was telling the truth; I can really save people."
"You mean your medical skills are better than my master, Zhang Xuanling's?"
Seeing Shen Lang unrepentant and determined to stand his ground, the red-clothed girl snorted with displeasure.
"The Medical Immortal Zhang Xuanling, I know him. We've met a few times. His medical skills are decent, but compared to me, he's indeed second-rate."
Shen Lang said calmly, looking at the red-clothed girl.
"Shut up—"
The red-clothed girl was instantly enraged upon hearing this. "How dare you belittle my master?"
"Alas... disciples taught by famous masters have this problem. They neither listen to others nor believe them."
"I'm speaking the truth; why does it sound like belittling to you?"
"Although Zhang Xuanling is a medical genius, his talent is not top-tier in the world. To achieve the title of Medical Immortal at sixty is already his limit."
"However, there are people in this world who are peerless prodigies, making all geniuses of the world look up to them."
"Zhang Xuanling's medical skill level at sixty was something he matched at fifteen, and by twenty, he had far surpassed Zhang Xuanling."
Shen Lang looked at the red-clothed girl and said seriously, "When I say these things, I'm not trying to elevate myself or belittle your master. It's just that your reverence for your master makes you unable to accept anyone being stronger than him, so it sounds like belittling to you."
"However, as I said, 'He who is not aware of his faults is not ashamed of himself.' I, Shen Lang, never care whether others believe me or not."
Having said that, Shen Lang sidestepped the red-clothed girl and walked away briskly.
However, after Shen Lang had taken two steps, the red-clothed girl stepped forward again to block his path.
"What do you want?"
Blocked for the second time, Shen Lang frowned, a hint of anger in his eyes.
"Kid, since you claim your medical skills are better than my master, the Medical Immortal Zhang Xuanling, and you confidently said you can save her, then save her now."
The red-clothed girl said angrily, "If you can truly save her, I'll believe you. Otherwise, you will kneel at the entrance of Wangbei Tower for three days, telling everyone you meet that you are a clown who shouldn't insult or belittle the great Medical Immortal Zhang Xuanling."
"There's no such rule."
After the red-clothed girl finished speaking, Gu Qinghan stepped forward and coldly snorted, "If you want to play these games with my brother, you'll have to ask me, Gu Qinghan, first."
"Gu Qinghan?"
Hearing Gu Qinghan announce her name, the red-clothed girl was greatly shocked. She never expected that the ice-cold woman beside Shen Lang would be the renowned number one goddess of Nanling.
Gu Qinghan had recently solved the Nanling Golden Boy and Jade Girl case, apprehended hundreds of wanted criminals on the red list, and sent the fugitive bandit Northland Gun King Nalan Wushuang, who had been at large for decades, and the dandy Tang Zixuan to their execution.
Gu Qinghan's influence was currently unparalleled, with the absolute protection of big shots from the Military Guard Department above, the devoted cultivation of her family in the middle, and the support of countless citizens below.
The red-clothed girl knew that Gu Qinghan was someone she couldn't afford to offend.
To be precise, no one in Nanling could afford to offend Gu Qinghan at present.
Because offending her would not only anger the Military Guard Department but also the Gu family and the public, which was undoubtedly a suicidal act of digging one's own grave.
"Brother, let's go."
Ignoring what the red-clothed girl was thinking, Gu Qinghan smiled at Shen Lang and said.
"You can't leave—"
After Gu Qinghan spoke, the red-clothed girl shouted and said to Shen Lang, "You insulted and belittled my master; you won't leave so easily."
"How about this, let's make a bet?"
Because she was wary of Gu Qinghan's presence, the red-clothed girl's aura weakened. "If you can truly save her, I'll give you ten million. Otherwise, the next time my master comes to Nanling, you will kneel and offer him tea as an apology."
"Ten million?"
Upon hearing the red-clothed girl's words, Gu Qinghan scoffed, "Does my brother lack ten million?"
"I'm sorry, your ten million is of no enticement. If my brother were short of money, I could transfer twenty or even thirty million from my bank account to him tomorrow."
"What?"
The red-clothed girl was utterly surprised that Gu Qinghan would protect Shen Lang so fiercely. However, she quickly thought of something and said provocatively, "Are you afraid he'll lose?"
Undoubtedly, these words struck a chord with Gu Qinghan.
Looking at Zhao Shihua's condition, she knew the red-clothed girl was right; even the Medical Immortal Zhang Xuanling couldn't save her.
Therefore, she didn't want Shen Lang to make a bet with the red-clothed girl, nor did she want Shen Lang to lose and be forced to kneel and offer tea.
"Alright, since that's the case, I'll raise the stakes a bit."
Seeing Gu Qinghan's silence, the red-clothed girl's voice suddenly grew louder, and she said to Shen Lang, "If you lose, my conditions remain the same. But if you win, I'll give you one hundred million."
"It seems you won't rest until we make a bet, right?"
Hearing the red-clothed girl's words, Shen Lang smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I accept."
"However, I want you to add another stake. I wonder if you dare to agree?"
"Hmph—"
The red-clothed girl snorted, "No matter what the stake is, I won't refuse. Just say it."
"Actually, this stake is very simple."
Shen Lang looked at the red-clothed girl and said, "I heard you play the zither very well, producing heavenly sounds. Is that true?"
"So what if it is?"
The red-clothed girl said proudly.
Shen Lang pointed at Wang Yuyan and said to the red-clothed girl, "If I win, besides the one hundred million, you must play a piece of 'Guangling San' for her."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan was first startled, then overwhelmed with emotion.