Chen Xiao's words, though spoken calmly and casually, were earth-shattering to everyone else!
As his voice faded, all eyes, including those of the terrified Song Yan, turned to him.
The dozen or so burly bodyguards brought by Ye Qingtian glared with fierce eyes, gritting their teeth like a pack of enraged wolves:
"Kid, how dare you be so disrespectful to Young Master Tian? Are you tired of living? Do you know that no one in Quan Juxian City has ever dared to speak to Young Master Tian like this."
With a dismissive smile, Chen Xiao suddenly delivered a kick to the stomach, sending the shouting bodyguard sprawling:
"Wasn't it your dog master who rudely provoked me without reason first? What, it's the 21st century, and people are still divided into classes? I'm being bullied, and I can't even put the idiot who bullied me on the ground and rub him?"
Chen Xiao knew that he might not be able to touch Ye Qingtian in front of so many professional bodyguards, but he couldn't swallow his pride. As he spoke, he charged at Ye Qingtian without hesitation, activating the Great Dream Vajra Divine Skill to its extreme.
Ye Qingtian clearly hadn't expected Chen Xiao, alone, to make the first move. He increasingly felt Chen Xiao was unfathomable and dared not engage. Without a second thought, he turned tail and fled with his bodyguards, who had also overestimated Chen Xiao, leaving behind only impotent fury:
"Chen, you wait for me. Even if the entire Ye family's power is exhausted, I will make sure you die a horrible death!"
Even so, Song Yan, due to extreme shock, suddenly felt an unbearable dizziness, palpitations, and chest tightness.
When Chen Xiao kicked out the last scrambling bodyguard, she suffered a sudden angina attack and collapsed to the ground with a "thump."
Chen Xiao immediately recognized it as a heart attack. He hastily turned to support her and urged Wu Xianyao with extreme urgency:
"Prepare a quiet room immediately..."
With Ye Qingtian and his entourage gone, the large first-floor hall of Partridge Sky was deserted, and the employees and diners upstairs dared not come down.
At this point, apart from Wu Xianyao, who was trembling in place from sheer terror, Chen Xiao could find no one else to help.
But to Chen Xiao's astonishment, as soon as he spoke, Wu Xianyao, finally recovering from his fright, bolted as if he had seen a ghost:
"Chen... Chen Xiao, you... you even dare to offend Ye Qingtian. There's no place for you in this world, heaven or earth. I... I'd rather die than know you... ah..."
He looked down at Song Yan, who was gasping for breath in his arms, and couldn't help but mock himself:
"Miss Song, you wouldn't refuse emergency aid just to distance yourself from me, would you..."
Before he could finish, Chen Xiao was stunned again, because Song Yan's fair and delicate arms had wrapped around his neck.
"Dr. Chen... my office is on the top floor, far right. Inside... inside there's a rest room. Please... please, you must save me..."
Song Yan was barely breathing. After uttering a few broken words, she completely lost consciousness.
Sensing Song Yan's vital signs rapidly disappearing and the imminent danger of cardiac arrest, the compassionate Chen Xiao didn't hesitate. He scooped her up and rushed upstairs.
Partridge Sky was one of the famous Chinese restaurants in Juxian City, its decor exuding the ancient charm of Chinese architecture. Naturally, there was no elevator.
Therefore, Chen Xiao carrying Song Yan to the top floor caused even more of a stir than his confrontation with Ye Qingtian. The continuous murmurs of discussion echoed behind him like thunder:
"My God! Who is this tall and handsome young man? He just drove away Young Master Tian, and now he's snatching Young Master Tian's woman. I doubt even the young masters from the provincial capital, Longdu, would dare to be this arrogant!"
"Song Yan usually seems gentle and reserved, but now she's so shamelessly attending to this mysterious young man. Indeed, as long as a man is strong enough, no chaste maiden can resist!"
"Strong my foot! I heard that this ignorant kid is just a quack selling fake medicine. The Ye family will surely skin him alive and grind his bones to dust sooner or later!"
Although Chen Xiao found the remarks grating, lives were at stake. He couldn't bother to explain. After carrying Song Yan to the rest room in the top-floor office, he immediately began acupuncture, not even closing the door, the profound and mysterious wordless golden formula spinning in his mind.
With a single needle of the "Life-Creating Needle," Song Yan's condition slightly improved, and she gradually regained consciousness.
Recalling the night they first met, she eagerly said:
"Dr. Chen, that night you said that if I agreed to massage, you could cure me within seven days. Is it still not too late?"
His gaze involuntarily shifted to Song Yan's chest. Chen Xiao nodded with a troubled expression:
"It's not too late, but it will require massaging there."