Chapter Sixty-One: Unlocking the All-Purpose Brother-in-Law

Old Li naturally couldn’t see the barrage of comments in the livestream; otherwise, he would have fled long ago, not daring to confront Yang Xiaofan any further.

Yang Xiaofan had no intention of showing off or bullying an old man. After all, Father Qin only said that winning one round was enough. He glanced back at Father Qin.

“Can we stop now?”

“No way. Your Uncle Li hasn’t had his fill yet, and if you end things now, it would ruin the fun.”

Yang Xiaofan couldn’t help but furrow his brow. “Is it really necessary? I told you, I just wanted to play once.”

“How about this—give him a few more solid thrashings, and I’ll waive the bride price.”

“I’m not short of money.” Yang Xiaofan would never bully an old man just for a bit of bride price; that would make him look petty. Low-class!

Father Qin’s face darkened. “What, my words don’t count? If you keep this up, I might make the bride price twenty or thirty billion.”

Yang Xiaofan was left speechless. Father Qin was clearly playing the rascal. But, well, he was the father-in-law—what he said went.

Yang Xiaofan understood that if he left the old man displeased, even if he successfully married Qin Nuanyu, the old man might make trouble for him every day after the wedding. For the sake of future happiness, he decided to play along.

“Then… let Old Mr. Li start this round,” Yang Xiaofan conceded the initiative, hoping Old Li would realize his situation and stop causing trouble.

Seeing Yang Xiaofan’s skill, Old Li didn’t stand on ceremony and made the first move. Another fierce battle ensued, the two going back and forth, a duel between masters, bloodlust permeating the air. The spectators in the activity room, as well as those in the livestream, held their breath, watching the game intently.

Meanwhile, viewers in Qin Nuanyu’s livestream kept increasing.

Within five minutes, Old Li was checkmated once again. Father Qin smiled triumphantly. “Old Li, what can I say? Your skill really isn’t up to par.”

Old Li gritted his teeth in frustration, still unwilling to admit defeat. “Again!”

…

Thus the cycle repeated. In just half an hour, Old Li lost ten games in a row, his expression growing darker with each defeat. After losing the twelfth game, Old Li suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed onto the chessboard.

“Oh no! Old Li, what’s wrong?”

“This is bad, really bad. Old Li must have had a heart attack—he’s so old, this could be serious.”

The activity room descended into chaos. Father Qin’s smile vanished instantly. He wanted to win, but not to drive Old Li to death!

The livestream erupted with frenzied comments.

“Awesome, he defeated the guy so badly with his chess skills that he spat blood—no wonder he’s the brother-in-law!”

“Brother-in-law is incredible. From now on, you’re my idol.”

Yet some remained calm.

“Don’t celebrate too soon. Brother-in-law made his opponent spit blood—he might have to pay a heavy price.”

“Especially since his opponent is an elderly man—this could be serious, he might never recover.”

“Exactly, old folks are best at extorting compensation. Brother-in-law might be in big trouble.”

While everyone worried about Yang Xiaofan, he remained perfectly calm, quickly moving to Old Li’s side and placing his hand on the old man’s wrist to check his pulse.

The whole room was stunned.

The livestream viewers were even more baffled.

“What? Brother-in-law knows medicine?”

“No way. He’s already so skilled—if he knows medicine too, just how powerful is he?”

“Impossible, I’d never believe it. Brother-in-law can’t possibly know medicine.”

Regardless of their doubts, Yang Xiaofan had already diagnosed Old Li’s illness and shouted to the crowd:

“Is there any acupuncture silver needles?”

“I think there are some in the infirmary.”

“Hurry, bring them here!”

“Alright!”

Someone quickly fetched the silver needles from the infirmary. Yang Xiaofan picked them up and was about to begin when Father Qin stopped him.

“Xiaofan, do you know how to use acupuncture? Don’t mess around. If you gave him a sickness from chess, the responsibility isn’t too great, but if you treat him and something goes wrong, you’ll bear criminal liability and could go to jail.”

At this moment, Father Qin actually started worrying about Yang Xiaofan, which made him feel quite pleased—his showmanship had not been in vain.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything I’m not sure about,” Yang Xiaofan replied, flicking the silver needle so that it emitted a vibrating hum.

“The Qi Fortune Needle? My god, what am I witnessing? I’m actually seeing the legendary Qi Fortune Needle from Chinese medicine!” An astonished comment appeared in the livestream.

Other viewers were puzzled.

“What’s the Qi Fortune Needle? Is it really that impressive?”

“It’s a legendary acupuncture technique in Chinese medicine. Don’t be fooled by its simplicity; to master it, you need not only talent but also decades of diligent practice—at least forty years of skill. Using this needle, you can maintain sterility without alcohol disinfection.”

“Wow! Sounds amazing. Is it really that powerful?”

“Of course. In all of China, hardly anyone knows this technique. Brother-in-law’s medical skill must be at least at the level of a national master.”

“…”

The whole livestream fell silent. Painting, chess, wealth, looks… and now even medicine. Could a young man in his twenties really master all these arts? Even if he started from the womb, it shouldn’t be possible to learn so much, and each skill was so formidable!

It was simply unbelievable.

Soon, some viewers began to question it.

“You’re exaggerating, right? You must be mistaken. Brother-in-law already has so many talents—he’s not a god, how could he know medicine too? He’s only in his twenties, where would he find the time to learn so much and master it all?”

Even the commenter who had explained the technique started to doubt themselves.

“Maybe I was wrong. Even if he’s a genius, it’s unlikely he could master so many things to such a high level.”

But at that moment, Yang Xiaofan’s acupuncture had already begun. With several deft strokes, Old Li—whose face was pale as wax and who seemed to be halfway to death—actually wobbled to his feet from the chessboard.

“What… what happened to me just now?”

The whole room fell silent once more.

He… actually came back to life!

This proved that Yang Xiaofan’s medical skills were the real deal.