Hua Tuo Divine Needle Brings the Dead Back to Life

Victor Su’s hair nearly stood on end when he heard that. Saying something like this was even more brutal than slapping him in the face. Even Mr. Warren Yuan, dressed in his trademark blue long robe, looked rattled—this wasn’t just aimed at Victor, it was a straight-up provocation to him too.

So who was Mr. Yuan? Full name Warren Yuan, a notorious Zhengyi Daoist master from Jiangnan, the kind that could read fortunes and disasters like nobody’s business—and rumor had it, he could even command ghosts.

But this guy was poison. Years ago, he was kicked out of the Zhengyi Daoist sect for being too ruthless. He met Victor Su by chance a few months back, realized they were two peas in a pod, and instantly swore brotherhood.

Now Old Master Samuel Su was dying from a sudden, mysterious illness—which was actually Warren Yuan’s handiwork. He’d slipped a slow-acting poison into Samuel’s food. At first, nothing seemed wrong, but over time it built up, and when it finally hit, not even the gods could save him.

And by the calendar, today was the day the poison would finish the job. At this point, even if you dragged in the best detox experts in the country, there was no way to pull the old man back from the gates of hell.

Victor and Warren both knew this perfectly well. So when Ryan Ling spoke up, they were extra sensitive—and extra pissed off.

Right now, Victor was about to explode, but Warren gave a sly smile, held him back, and shot straight at Ryan: “What if you can’t wake him up? Shouldn’t we rip your mouth, break your legs, and toss you in the river for fish food?”

“Yeah, that’s how it should be! Punk, since you’re talking so big, you got the guts to bet with us?” Victor instantly caught on and started barking.

“Ryan, don’t get involved—let me handle this!” Sophie Su blurted out. She knew Ryan was no ordinary guy, but she really didn’t want him getting dragged into her mess. She knew exactly how dirty these people could get.

Then Sophie hurriedly added, “Ryan’s not a Su family member. Victor, let me bet with you. If Grandpa really doesn’t wake up, I’ll give up every cent of my inheritance—you can have it all...”

“Enough! You can keep your little 3% inheritance, Sophie. You’re not even qualified to bet with me, you brat. Today, I’m betting with this punk—I really want to see how he’s gonna make me eat shit!” Victor Su was stubborn as ever, and now he’d latched onto Ryan Ling. No way he was letting go.

“That’s right, today we’re betting—he needs to know whose turf this is! He’ll learn that when you talk shit, you gotta eat shit yourself!” Warren Yuan chimed in, backing Victor up.

Meanwhile, Victor’s wife and kids started hollering too.

“Yeah, right! Telling people to eat shit—who do you think you are? Take a good look in the mirror! We’re letting you stand here out of generosity!”

“Saying you can wake Grandpa up—what, you think you’re some miracle doctor? Read too many web novels or something?”

“Bet with him! We have to bet with him today. The lawyer’s already got everything recorded—if he won’t bet, he’s not leaving this room!”

...

As Victor and his crew kept shouting, the hospital doctors just shook their heads. They knew better than anyone how bad the old man’s condition was—at this point, it was just a matter of time. The poison had invaded every organ, and saving him was basically impossible.

Looking at Ryan, who was only seventeen or eighteen, they figured he was just being impulsive, young, and clueless.

Now he’d brought trouble on himself, running into a bunch of people you really didn’t want to mess with.

Might as well sit back and watch the show!

The doctors and nurses exchanged glances and smirked, all ready to watch Ryan crash and burn.

Meanwhile, the lawyer with the gold-rimmed glasses raised his voice, sounding all official: “Sir, I’m speaking to you from a legal standpoint. If you don’t explain what you just said, I have the right to sue you for slander and malicious speech. Even if we don’t come after you, the police will!”

“Ha, not so cocky now, are you?” Victor and Warren both shot Ryan a dirty look.

But before they could finish, Ryan cut in with a cold laugh: “I stand by what I said, and I’m happy to bet. If I lose, do whatever you want with me. But if I really wake Grandpa up, Victor, you’ll give up all Su family assets and get out for good!”

“You?” For Victor, the family assets were his lifeblood. Hearing that, his eyes went green.

“What’s wrong? You scared? Or did your guts get eaten by a dog? Betting or not?” Ryan shouted right back.

“Don’t worry, bet with him! If he really wakes Grandpa up, I, Warren Yuan, will take his last name!” Warren gritted his teeth.

“Fine, I’ll bet! Lawyer Mao, write it up, black and white!” With Warren backing him and the medical staff shaking their heads, Victor finally blew up.

Beside them, Sophie’s face darkened, wanting to say something to Ryan, but he was already committed. He and Victor signed the betting agreement right then and there.

With signatures down, all the Su family members, Victor included, sneered at Ryan.

Victor gave a mocking 'please' gesture and sneered, “Go ahead, ‘Divine Doctor.’ If you really bring my father back, I’ll throw in three big kowtows for you!”

Victor finished and his people burst out laughing, all ready to watch Ryan crash and burn. Especially Yvonne Su—she was already plotting how to ruin Ryan once he failed.

Sophie just looked at Ryan, face full of worry.

Ryan, though, wasn’t worried. The Book of Life and Death never lied—if Samuel Su had a benefactor, he’d definitely survive tonight.

But who was the benefactor, exactly?

Ryan slowly walked over to Samuel Su’s hospital bed, pulling out the Book of Life and Death for a closer look. On Samuel’s page, a new line had appeared: Tonight’s benefactor is Ryan Ling. Ryan can help Samuel escape danger and turn misfortune into safety.

Seeing that, Ryan froze—he never expected himself to be the benefactor. But how was he supposed to save Samuel? He hadn’t thought that far ahead.

For a moment, all his confidence vanished.

Everyone in the room was watching him now—every move, every twitch.

Suddenly, Ryan’s face turned pale and troubled, triggering another round of cold laughter.

A senior attending physician couldn’t help but snort, “If you really wake him up like this, I’ll chop off my head—been a doctor for over twenty years.”

Warren Yuan joined in, sneering, “Right? I’ve seen a lot in the Daoist world, but never a real ‘back from the dead’ move. Kid, if you pull this off, I’ll give you my head too!”

As the crowd talked, Ryan’s nerves really started to fray.

But right at crunch time, the long-silent System finally spoke up: “Don’t panic, bro. Since you’re the benefactor, there’s gotta be a way. Open the Special Item Store—I remember there’s something for healing and reviving people!”

“Really?” The System’s words hit Ryan like rain after a drought, and he perked right up.

He immediately opened the Special Item Store, which seemed to have way more stuff than before, including a whole new ‘Medical’ section.

Inside was a dizzying array of items—not just for healing humans, but for ghosts, demons, even immortals.

Most of those required insane amounts of Merit Points, way more than Ryan had. He quickly opened the ‘Treat Humans’ tab, finding herbs, medical formulas, disease-specific tools—basically everything you’d ever need to heal someone.

One special silver needle caught his eye. Eight bold characters were etched on it: ‘Hua Tuo Divine Needle, Brings the Dead Back to Life.’