Chapter 11: Don't Interfere with My Business

Mu Bing chased after Yang Fan all the way to the hospital entrance before finally stopping him.

“Since you all call me a fraud, why are you still coming to me?” Yang Fan shot her a cold glance, his tone icy.

Being accused of being a swindler had left him deeply frustrated—he even felt like lashing out.

Looking steadily at the indifferent man before her, Mu Bing took a deep breath and said, “I believe you.”

At this point, she could no longer care about anything else. Her grandfather’s condition was worsening, and if he didn’t receive treatment soon, he wouldn’t have much time left. As long as there was even a glimmer of hope, she wouldn’t let it slip away.

“And what about the payment mentioned in the newspaper? Is it really ten percent of Tianyu Group’s shares?” Yang Fan asked.

“If you can cure my grandfather, I’ll transfer ten percent of Tianyu Group’s shares to you, but only after he recovers,” Mu Bing replied solemnly.

Her grandfather had raised her from a child, showering her with all his love. Watching his health deteriorate day by day, she was overwhelmed with anxiety. If it meant her grandfather could live a few more years, she didn’t mind parting with ten percent of the company’s shares.

“Very well,” Yang Fan nodded.

In the end, Mu Bing led Yang Fan back inside.

As the two of them approached the ward, Mu Bing’s uncle and aunt immediately intercepted them.

“Mu Bing, do you really intend to let this fraud treat your grandfather? Are you out of your mind?” Mu Hongguan shouted.

“Bing Bing, he’s a swindler—can’t you see that?” Yang Min scolded gently as she came forward.

Both were convinced Yang Fan was there for money and nothing else.

After all, how could anyone possibly cure a man in a vegetative state? The doctors had already declared there was no hope.

“My grandfather doesn’t have much time left. Why can’t I at least try?” Mu Bing’s voice trembled with emotion. “I won’t just stand by and watch him leave me. I’ll do whatever it takes to save him.”

“You’re mad, truly mad!” Mu Hongguan shouted in anger. “The man lying in there is my father—I will not allow some fraud to treat him!”

“Are you letting me treat him or not? Give me a clear answer and stop wasting my time,” Yang Fan said impatiently, uninterested in the ongoing argument.

“Yes, treat him. If you succeed, I’ll transfer ten percent of Tianyu Group’s shares to you,” Mu Bing said resolutely.

With nothing more to say, Yang Fan headed straight for the ward.

“Stop right there!” Seeing Yang Fan about to enter, Mu Hongguan rushed forward, trying to block his path.

As soon as he got close, Yang Fan’s hand shot out, seizing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground.

Yang Fan held Mu Hongguan aloft with one hand, his expression steely. “Don’t interfere with my business—if you do, I’ll kill you.”

His voice was laced with a chilling murderous intent.

Mu Hongguan’s face flushed as he struggled to breathe, unable to utter a word. Sensing the cold malice in Yang Fan’s eyes, he began to tremble, a chill running down his spine.

He felt as though he’d fallen into an endless abyss, utterly terrified.

Those standing nearby were too frightened to intervene.

Just imagine—a young man who didn’t even look particularly strong had managed to hoist the 160-pound Mu Hongguan into the air with a single hand. Such strength was formidable.

Tossing Mu Hongguan aside, Yang Fan strode into the ward—no one dared stop him.

He glanced at the old man lying in the hospital bed, his hair white, his face pallid, his spirit dim; it was clear he didn’t have long to live.

Without another word, Yang Fan took out a Source Pill and placed it in the old man’s mouth.

The pill melted instantly, turning into a stream of medicinal energy that flowed into the old man’s body.

Mobilizing his spiritual power, Yang Fan helped the old man absorb the power of the Source Pill.

Everyone watched in silence.

Mu Bing clasped her hands together, praying fervently in her heart.

After about ten minutes, Yang Fan stopped channeling his spiritual energy.

At that moment, the old man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

His complexion was rosy, no longer deathly pale, and his expression was much improved.

Seeing him awake, everyone present was struck with disbelief, as if witnessing a miracle.

“Sir, do you think you can sit up?” Yang Fan asked him.

“Heh, I feel like I could go for a run right now,” the old man replied with a laugh, then sat up in bed.

Everyone gasped in astonishment as he stood.

Mu Bing, overwhelmed with emotion, burst into tears.

She had never truly believed Yang Fan could cure her grandfather—it was nothing short of a miracle.

“Grandfather!” Mu Bing cried, throwing herself into the old man’s arms.

“My dear granddaughter, don’t cry, don’t cry. See, I’m just fine,” Mu Guorong said gently, stroking her hair.

Yang Fan had no interest in the touching scene before him. All he wanted was to get his money and leave.

“Now that he’s awake, let’s settle my payment,” Yang Fan said coolly, hands in his pockets. “Give me the cash equivalent of ten percent of Tianyu Group’s shares.”

Mu Bing turned to him and replied, “Ten percent of Tianyu Group is worth a billion, but I don’t have that much in liquid assets right now. I can’t give you a billion.”

Mu Guorong, hearing the mention of ten percent of the company, asked in confusion, “Xiao Bing, what’s going on?”

Mu Bing didn’t hide anything, explaining everything that had happened.

After hearing her story, Mu Guorong understood and said, “Young man, a billion is a huge sum. We really can’t come up with that much at once.”

“How much can you give me now?” Yang Fan asked. He needed cash urgently.

Mu Bing thought for a moment. “Two hundred million.”

“Fine, two hundred million it is. The remaining eight percent can stay with you as my shareholding. Just draw up the transfer contract when the time comes,” Yang Fan agreed readily. “But remember, if you go back on your word, you’ll regret it.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get what you’re owed,” Mu Bing promised.

Yang Fan said no more and had Mu Bing wire the two hundred million to his account.

Once the money was in hand, Yang Fan left.

“Xiao Bing, who exactly is that young man?” Mu Guorong asked, watching Yang Fan’s departing figure with great interest.

He could tell at a glance that this young man was no ordinary person—he must be ruthless and formidable.

“I don’t know. He just came to me after seeing the newspaper article,” Mu Bing shook her head.

She, too, was deeply curious about Yang Fan.

Recalling the moment when Yang Fan had lifted Mu Hongguan single-handedly, she still felt a lingering fear.

In that instant, she realized Yang Fan was a cold-blooded and merciless man.

With two hundred million in hand, Yang Fan’s first move was to seek out the security company that was up for sale.

He had already made up his mind: besides selling pills, he wanted to make money through other means, and opening a security company seemed just right for him, given his own strength.

Arriving at the company’s address, Yang Fan went straight to the management, stating his intentions.

Once they understood why he was there, the company’s executives welcomed him warmly and began discussing the transfer price.

But as negotiations proceeded, Yang Fan encountered a rather vexing problem.