[Thanks for the reward from Memory! Third bow in gratitude!]

Lin Qingqing's birthday party ended quite early, and Ding Fan didn't ask why, as such occasions weren't suitable for him.

When leaving, Ding Fan originally wanted to say goodbye to Lin Qingqing, but seeing that she seemed to be busy with something important, he left on his own.

After leaving Qianye Lake's Lake Heart Residence, Ding Fan didn't take a ride. On one hand, Qianye Lake was in the suburbs of Dancheng, and there were no taxis back to the city at this time. Moreover, Ding Fan wanted to walk. The road was secluded, which gave him the chance to continue his body cultivation through running.

Along the way, Ding Fan sprinted, covering the distance of over forty li in just forty minutes, and this was him deliberately slowing down for fear of being seen by others.

It was now about half-past eleven at night, and Ding Fan assumed that Zhou Ruoran must have fallen asleep. To avoid awakening her, he carefully opened the door.

To Ding Fan's surprise, though the lights in Zhou Ruoran's room were off, the door was open—an unusual sight, as she habitually closed her door when sleeping. Even when she wasn't home, her door would be shut. How could it be open so late? Could something have happened to Zhou Ruoran?

A sense of dread filled Ding Fan as he hurried to Zhou Ruoran's room, where he found her trembling and huddled on the floor, her face deathly pale.

"What's wrong with you?" Ding Fan hurriedly helped Zhou Ruoran up.

Zhou Ruoran looked weakly at Ding Fan, but at that moment, she couldn't utter a single word.

Zhou Ruoran had a frail constitution and had suffered from a heart condition since she was young. Perhaps due to staying up late recently to study and not getting enough rest, her heart condition had flared up again tonight. She had intended to grab a Heart Saving Pill, only to realize that it was in the pocket of her coat in the living room.

With great difficulty, she had managed to open her bedroom door, hoping to crawl outside to get the medicine. However, a spasm in her heart left her body uncontrollably convulsing.

If a heart condition wasn't treated with medication in time, it could be fatal. Even though Zhou Ruoran was conscious of this, she was completely unable to control her body.

Zhou Ruoran felt a wave of desolation in her heart. She had always been strong-willed throughout her life, yet she hadn't expected her life to end like this.

Just as Zhou Ruoran's hope was fading, Ding Fan returned home. She looked at him as if he was her savior, wanting to tell him to grab the Heart Saving Pill from her coat in the living room, but she couldn't speak.

Ding Fan picked up Zhou Ruoran and laid her flat on the bed. Then, with nimble hands, he began to unfasten her undergarments...

Zhou Ruoran, still conscious, felt a shiver in her heart. Could it be that at this moment, Ding Fan was thinking of taking advantage of her body?

This thought brought a wave of despair to Zhou Ruoran. Helpless to resist, she was at the mercy of whatever Ding Fan wished to do with her.

Zhou Ruoran even hoped for death to come quickly; she would rather die than have her body violated by Ding Fan.

Next, Ding Fan made no further movements. After rubbing his hands together for a moment, he lifted Zhou Ruoran's shirt, placing his right hand over her heart.

If Zhou Ruoran had been able to move, she would have slapped him; her right breast was now pressed by Ding Fan's hand, prompting curses against him in her mind...

This scoundrel was taking advantage of her vulnerability, a beast!

She felt a surge of bitter resentment, thinking that even at a time like this, this wastrel didn't forget to bully her. She even regretted helping him in the past...

Warm currents began to flow from Zhou Ruoran's chest, and her consciousness grew more and more dim. Although she struggled to stay awake, eventually she passed out completely, unaware of anything happening around her.

...

Ding Fan didn't need to take her pulse to know Zhou Ruoran's condition.

Through the Cultivation path, one continuously strengthens the body, thus no one knows the human body's structure better than a Cultivator.

Ding Fan could see that Zhou Ruoran's heart was extremely weak and immediate treatment was essential to avoid any life-threatening situation. With no other option, Ding Fan decided to transfer True Qi with his hands, directly repairing her heart.

It's worth mentioning that Ding Fan didn't know about the existence of Heart Saving Pills on Earth; if he had, he wouldn't have wasted so much True Qi to heal Zhou Ruoran.

Lacking Spirit Grass, Herbs, and the assistance of Golden or Silver Needles, Ding Fan could only use True Qi to forcefully treat Zhou Ruoran's heart.

After about half an hour, Zhou Ruoran's complexion showed a trace of color, and Ding Fan knew his True Qi had taken effect, successfully removing her from mortal danger.

Despite only half an hour passing, Ding Fan had expended a significant amount of True Qi. After covering Zhou Ruoran with a blanket, he walked to the living room and slumped down on the sofa, deflated like a popped balloon.

Even though Zhou Ruoran's condition had stabilized, Ding Fan was still gripped by a sense of lingering fear—had he returned any later from Lin Qingqing's birthday party, Zhou Ruoran would certainly have faced certain death today.

With this in mind, Ding Fan became more determined to obtain some medicinal herbs the next day to help regulate Zhou Ruoran's body.

"Knock, knock, knock…" At that moment, a frantic knocking came from outside the door.

The knocking was quite impolite. Ding Fan glanced at the clock on the wall; it was now past midnight. He frowned deeply— who could be pounding on someone's door at this time of night?

However, Ding Fan didn't dare delay at this moment. Although Zhou Ruoran's heart had been repaired by him, it was still very fragile. If it was startled by the door being smashed again, that would be troublesome.

Ding Fan walked to the door and then opened it.

"It's this guy, he's been to Prince Park before to sell pills, I saw it with my own eyes."

Upon opening the door, Ding Fan saw about a dozen people standing at the doorstep, all differently dressed, but judging from their attire, they all seemed to be wealthy.

In front of these people stood a neighborhood committee member with a red armband, she pointed at Ding Fan, and with a flattering face, she said to the others behind her.

"Kid, did you sell pills at Prince Park a while ago?" At this moment a tall man dressed in black leather, chewing gum, sized Ding Fan up and down with his eyes.

"Scram!" A hint of chill flashed across Ding Fan's eyes.

Zhou Ruoran's heart was weak, and they had smashed the door in the middle of the night. After opening the door, they started off with such arrogance. The fact that Ding Fan didn't kick them flying was a testament to his good temper.

The tall man was taken aback; he hadn't expected such a fiery response.

"Kid, I've been watching you for a long time, you sold pills at Prince Park, don't think I don't know. On this street, there's nothing I'm unaware of," said the neighborhood committee member with her hands on her waist, huffing coldly.

Ding Fan wasn't in the mood to waste words with these people and promptly closed the door.

The tall man was speechless, but before he could speak up, the leading neighborhood committee member burst into rage first.

Boom, boom, boom...

The committee member, fists clenched, pounded on Ding Fan's door like beating a drum.

"Open up, you wanna play turtle and hide?"

Whoosh!

The door to Ding Fan's home suddenly flew open again, leaving everyone stunned by how quickly it had reopened; but before they could react, the neighborhood committee member was shot out like a human cannonball.

The few with the tall man were toppled over by the human projectile.

By then, Ding Fan somehow stood at the doorstep, his gaze icily sweeping across, "If you don't want to get beaten, scram!"

"Kid, you've got quite the nerve!"

The tall man rubbed his nose. In their circles, they were accustomed to stepping on others. If he let Ding Fan step on him today, he might as well not bother continuing in their world.

The tall man pointed at Ding Fan. "Come with me, or I'll make you suffer."

Ding Fan furrowed his brows, these people were obstinately foolish; it seemed necessary to teach them a harsh lesson.

Ding Fan suddenly made his move, instantly seizing the tall man's hand that was pointed toward his own nose.

"What are you doing?" the tall man exclaimed in alarm.

What happened next shocked everyone present; Ding Fan's hand tightened, and the sound of bones breaking in the tall man's wrist echoed through the room.

"If you go to the hospital right now, they might still be able to reattach the wrist, scram!" Ding Fan said indifferently.

The tall man was in so much pain he almost passed out; he looked at his hand and found it hanging limply.

His wrist had been forcefully snapped by the other party!

"Kid, you're definitely going to regret this!" After hurling that threat, the tall man was helped away by two others.

Although there were still more than a dozen people behind the tall man, Ding Fan's aggressive move, breaking a wrist on contact, had intimidated them. These weren't the street-tough type; they were just bullies living off their wealth, so nobody dared to challenge Ding Fan to a fight.

"Young Master Wang, you're not going to avenge me?" The committee member got up from the ground, having hoped that these people would stand up for her, but unexpectedly, they had been scared off by Ding Fan alone.

Ding Fan didn't even bother looking at the people skulking away; he was more concerned about Zhou Ruoran. Worried that the commotion had disturbed her, he gently pushed the door open, and by the light in the living room, he saw Zhou Ruoran breathing evenly, evidently asleep.

Not wanting to make any noise, Ding Fan quietly closed the door, then stood guard at Zhou Ruoran's doorway...