When Ling Tian spoke, the confidence radiating from him made everyone around feel the extraordinary nature of this young man.
That kind of composure, that calmness, that self-assurance, couldn't be faked! The crowd felt it was the kind of aura only possessed by top-tier leaders, people of principal-level caliber.
Outside the minibus, the driver was surrounded by several people, unable to move.
This vehicle wasn't owned by Wang Family Village, nor was it Ling Tian's property; it was rented.
The driver looked annoyed. As an experienced driver, he could tell at a glance that the situation was not right.
The location they were in was the fringe of the city, where the terrain caused the originally wide main road to narrow down to just two lanes.
But unfortunately, there was a truck ahead, driving at a snail's pace.
The minibus driver, feeling impatient, increased his speed.
However, at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the road ahead, followed by a violent braking.
And thus, the scene Ling Tian and the others saw unfolded.
What made it even more peculiar were the onlookers. This place, on the outskirts of the city, was sparsely populated.
Yet, in such a location, there was a crowd watching the commotion. This was clearly abnormal!
"Ow, it hurts so much...
Oh no, it's over, I can't move. Did I injure my spine..."
A burly man in the crowd, who had been watching, grabbed the minibus driver.
"Kid, you're in trouble! You hit someone this badly, you have to pay!"
"Exactly, exactly, you can't let him get away..."
The driver looked dejected. He knew he was done for today. Falling into the hands of these people, giving them leverage, he wouldn't be able to leave here without parting with some money.
The man lying on the ground was nicknamed "Lame." He had been somewhat unsteady on his feet since birth. Moreover, this fellow was lazy and disliked work, so he had painstakingly developed this unconventional way of life.
And it wasn't just talk; this business was indeed profitable. Initially, he made a fortune. That was until one time, he encountered a dump truck.
That dump truck, which didn't even have a license plate, almost ran him over. If Lame hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been flattened into a paste by now.
What made Lame even more furious was that the dump truck, after hitting him, had simply driven away.
This incident made Lame realize that relying on "fencing" (a scam of feigning injury) alone was too limiting.
So, the fellow returned to his village and gathered a group of people similar to him, and together they started this no-cost business.
When such a group came together, they were truly birds of a feather. They cooperated with each other, and their efficiency in making money increased. Sometimes they could pull off over ten scams a day, earning tens of thousands.
From choosing a target, to creating a traffic accident, and then to a group of people stepping forward to uphold justice after the staged accident, everything was meticulously divided.
As a result, today, the minibus driver had run into terrible luck; he had been chosen.
Ling Tian walked over and, after a brief exchange with the driver, understood what had happened in just a few words.
Ling Tian then approached and crouched down to examine the injuries of the man nicknamed Lame.
As expected, Ling Tian saw at a glance that the fellow was completely unharmed!
However, the man was putting on a very pitiful act, his body convulsing on the ground, looking as if he were about to die.
"Oh dear, the situation is not good! We need to rescue him quickly!" Ling Tian suddenly shouted.
His shout startled the people who were holding the driver and preventing him from leaving.
But soon, they became very happy.
"See? The person is so seriously injured, isn't it reasonable for you to pay more? Your people said it themselves, the severity of the injury is evident..."
The driver was also bewildered at this point. He couldn't understand what Ling Tian was doing. Why was he speaking for the other party? Wasn't he trying to screw himself over!
However, at this moment, Ling Tian spoke again.
"No, the patient's condition is very serious. He must be treated immediately, or there will be a risk to his life!
Li Dakang, hurry over and help. We need to rescue the patient!"
Ling Tian saw Li Dakang lingering by the door of the minibus, having paced there for a long time. He had wanted to act earlier, but not knowing Ling Tian's attitude, he hadn't dared to make a move.
After all, without the leader's instructions, and some leaders, not a few, detested their subordinates being meddlesome and acting on their own initiative.
Hearing Ling Tian call him, he was overjoyed and ran over to Ling Tian.
"Look, the patient is now disoriented. We suspect there might be a problem with his brain.
It could be intracranial subarachnoid hemorrhage, compressing the nerves..."
As Ling Tian spoke, he secretly made a face at Li Dakang, and Li Dakang immediately understood.
"Yes, you are absolutely right! This patient's condition is extremely serious and requires immediate treatment.
Just tell me how I should cooperate!" Li Dakang patted his chest and pledged to Ling Tian.
"I need to perform acupuncture treatment on the patient. You hold him down for me!"
Lame, lying on the ground pretending to be injured, was somewhat bewildered upon hearing Ling Tian's words.
All his symptoms were self-inflicted, relying entirely on his superb acting skills. He had no real injuries.
But how could these two fellows in front of him be taking it so seriously?
Before he could react, Li Dakang's hands, like iron vises, clamped down on his shoulders.
And at this moment, a needle pack appeared in Ling Tian's hand.
This time, even Li Dakang was somewhat surprised. He couldn't tell how Ling Tian, dressed casually, had hidden this pack of silver needles on himself.
He didn't know that there was something called a Spiritual Realm space in this world.
Next, under the astonished gazes of the onlookers, Ling Tian's hands moved swiftly. In the blink of an eye, over a dozen silver needles were inserted into Lame.
However, at this point, Lame felt something was wrong. The part of his body from the neck down seemed to be no longer under his control!
He had been faking severe injuries earlier, but after being pricked by a few needles from this young man, he seemed to have genuinely injured himself.
"Ah, ow, it hurts, it hurts so much!"
"It's normal to feel pain, and it's a good thing. If you couldn't feel pain, it would be a big problem, and you should prepare for your funeral!" Li Dakang chimed in helpfully from the side.
Just then, Ling Tian produced another pack of silver needles.
"This fellow just said his legs were a bit bad. Let me take a look...
That's right, his legs are indeed unsteady. He should have some injuries. How about this, I'll give him a few needles to help him recover!"
"I don't need it..." Before he could finish speaking, a new barrage of needles struck him!