Chinatown street corner.

Lin Fan and Chen Long, bringing Chen Ling with them, returned to the car.

Chen Long quickly sent his daughter up into the car, then motioned to Lin Fan, intending to leave this place as soon as possible. After knowing who their opponent was, this place had become very terrifying, and from Chen Long’s perspective, he didn’t want to stay here any longer.

But Lin Fan had no intention of getting into the car, shaking his head.

Chen Long was taken aback: "Mr. Lin, you’re not coming with us?"

Lin Fan said, "You guys go, leave the United Kingdom as soon as possible, I still have some matters to resolve."

Chen Long said, "Mr. Lin, you also heard that man say it, this Smith Clan has backing in the British Royal Family, we can’t afford to provoke them, but we can afford to hide. No matter what you have to do in the United Kingdom, isn’t it better to return home and lay low for now?"

Lin Fan said, "No need, what I need to do here in the United Kingdom is also very important, it cannot be delayed."

Chen Long said, "I know Mr. Lin is very capable, and today, thanks to Mr. Lin, I could save my daughter, but a pair of fists can’t fight four hands. Are you really not going back with us, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Once I’m done, I’ll come back to Hong Kong to have tea with you."

Seeing he couldn’t persuade Lin Fan, Chen Long had no choice but to give up, saying, "Take care, Mr. Lin, you have my contact information, when you return to Hong Kong, I’m treating!"

Chen Long got in the car and soon drove away.

Lin Fan then returned to Chinatown, searching within the street. Not long after, he stopped in front of an herbal medicine shop, looking up at the photo above it, with three characters written in cursive: Master Ye.

Ye Tianyu’s martial uncle’s surname is Liu, and this herbal medicine shop is opened by Ye Tianyu’s martial uncle Liu Yuying. The reason it’s named Master Ye is actually because Liu Yuying is hiding her identity here.

This herbal medicine shop isn’t very large, and is somewhat inconspicuous. The surrounding shops light up their signs come nightfall, but this herbal medicine shop doesn’t, making it easy to miss. Fortunately, Lin Fan isn’t an ordinary person.

Standing at the entrance of the herbal medicine shop, Lin Fan imagined the mindset of the lonely and desperate Li Zixia standing here.

Li Zixia came to the United Kingdom intending to study, but the incident with that rich second generation left a shadow on her heart. She also wanted to escape a bit, hoping her bad mood would improve, but upon getting off the plane, she received news that her father, Li Huashan, had been murdered.

Presumably, she was utterly grieved and lost her bearings. Upon hearing that her enemies might cross the sea to the United Kingdom to kill her, she became even more uneasy.

Fortunately, Ye Tianyu showed her a path, directing her to seek his martial uncle, Liu Yuying, who would take her in and provide protection.

Her study plan was thus upended, and she could only bring her frightened heart to seek refuge with Liu Yuying.

According to Ye Tianyu, Liu Yuying did take her in out of respect, but it seems something happened later, which Ye Tianyu wasn’t clear about, as Liu Yuying didn’t elaborate over the phone.

A young lady who lost her father, in a foreign country, facing the threat of being hunted, surely had a hard time, and nobody knows what she experienced, eventually disappearing?

Lin Fan needs to find out, and this herbal medicine shop is the starting point.

At this time, the herbal medicine shop seemed to be in a half-closed state, with only a dim light on in the store. This outdated shop, paired with that kind of lighting, gave it an early 20th-century feel.

As Lin Fan walked towards the shop, just at the entrance, he heard a wailing coming from inside.

This little herbal medicine shop was surprisingly bustling.

On a bed, there lay a white man who was the one wailing. A group of people were watching, both white and yellow-skinned.

"I’m in pain, save me, save me!" The white man on the bed cried out in agony, speaking English, which Lin Fan could now understand.

The white man looked pleadingly at a fat man standing by his bedside. This man appeared to be in his forties, wearing glasses, a Chinese.

The fat man seemed a bit nervous. Although he tried to appear calm, his constant adjusting of his glasses with his fingers revealed his inner panic.

"Cough cough, patient, calm down, I’m diagnosing you." The fat man coughed lightly twice, trying to soothe the white man’s emotions.

A middle-aged man nearby said, "All our old Chinese medicine practitioners have seen him, but couldn’t identify what strange illness he’s suffering from. We were lucky that there’s still Master Ye, so we came to ask for help. This time, they’re paying quite a diagnostic fee; Mr. Wells said that as long as the illness could be cured, no matter the cost, he would pay. This time, we have to seriously charge these foreigners!"

This middle-aged man was also Chinese, and he spoke Cantonese.

Upon hearing this, the other Chinese present chuckled. It wasn’t fitting to show it too conspicuously in such a setting, but it was clear they all felt the same; this time, they’re in for a good profit.

The middle-aged man added, "It seems this white man is desperate. I looked at his medical records; he’s visited all the ’Sun Never Sets’ hospitals, they’re wealthy, even brought top experts from the United States for consultation, but Western medicine has proven ineffective in curing him. This strange illness, not to mention Western medicine, even us old folks, practicing medicine for half a century, have never heard of or seen it. Earning money is important, but if we Chinese medicine practitioners can cure him, it’ll surely enhance the prestige of our medicine!"

The Chinese around nodded continuously, showing agreement.

The fat man listened on and off to what the middle-aged man was saying, but his gaze remained fixated on the white man on the bed.

The white man was sweating profusely, pale-faced, clutching his stomach in continuing agony, clearly in considerable pain.

The fat man began pressing and rubbing the white man’s abdomen, intermittently asking about his condition, finally determining the source of the pain.

"Is it a gastrointestinal issue?" the fat man asked.

The middle-aged man said, "Indeed, the pain is in the intestinal area. Initially, we thought it might be cancer, but the X-rays from the hospital ruled out colon cancer. I diagnosed it as a type of inflammatory bowel disease of unknown cause."

The fat man asked, "What medicines have you guys given him?"

The middle-aged man said, "We’ve used all sorts of gastrointestinal treatments, both fresh herbs and secret recipes. Old Xu even used his secret formula, which has cured countless people for many years, but it surprisingly failed on this man."

Old Xu, an elderly, white-bearded Chinese doctor, nodded and said, "I’m not boasting; this secret formula was passed down from my grandfather. It’s said to specialize in internal ailments, never failing, but this case is truly tricky."

"Master Xiao Ye, what do you think?" the middle-aged man asked, looking at the fat man.

Everyone then turned their gaze to the fat man.

Old Xu said, "Master Xiao Ye has received true teachings from Master Ye, so he should be able to heal this case. No matter what, this time we have to restore our Chinese medicine’s reputation."

The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I’ll try my best, I’ll try my best."