From a Wastrel to a Medical Sage: A Cultivation Story novel Chapter 3

Jaron walked past him.

The sturdy man just stood there motionlessly, not because he did not want to move, but because he could not move at all.

After a few steps, Jaron pivoted around, saying, Oh, when you wake up, go to a doctor. If you are lucky enough, you will fully recover from it.

You...

Blood flowed from his mouth. Then, he rolled his eyes and collapsed, unconscious.

Jaron threw him a cold glance and shook his head. Then he walked towards the villa.

He signed seeing his former house.

Jaron's parents were famous doctors in North River City. Watching his parents practice medicine made him pick up a thing or two.

It was also why he cultivated the skill of medicine in another world and finally became a peerless master.

His foundation was the ancient medical masterpieces that he was forced to learn when he was young.

That palm for the bodyguard was from the Treatise on Miscellaneous Febrile Diseases. It could destroy the heart meridians and disrupt the internal organs and the five elements of Qi.

That man would die for sure if he pushed it a little harder.

The main door was unlocked and Jaron pushed it in.

Then, he saw Ariana.

She was uneasily on the sofa in the living room. Beside her sat a greasy middle-aged man wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

On the both sides of the sofa stood two taller and sturdier bodyguards than the one guarding outside.

Jaron knew the man. He was Brennen Zouch, who was the owner of his parents' rival company and took everything from his family.

Brennen wasn't surprised by his arrival.

Jaron instantly understood when he saw the bodyguard lying outside from the newly-installed security cameras on the wall.

What a surprise. The famous playboy Jaron Yates knows how to fight. Tell me, where did you learn it

Seeing Brennen rubbing his hand on Ariana's shoulder, Jaron turned cold, Get your dirty hands off her. Or, you will meet your death today.

What

Oh!

Brennen held Ariana tighter, and she cried out.

You...

Not prepared for this, Brennen looked at Jaron in shock. He couldn't believe that Jaron, the once infamous playboy and loser, could knock two men down in a blink.

I told you to get your hands off her. You're doomed to death.

Grabbing Brennen by neck, who was completely stunned, Jaron lifted him up in the air with one hand.

Brennen's entire face turned purple due to suffocation. His eyeballs were going to pop out.

Don't ... kill me ... please.

At this moment, this disgusting middle-aged man couldn't be as arrogant as before.

Because he could feel that Jaron wanted him dead.

....

Some yellow liquid dripped to the ground along Brennen's pants. Seeing this, Jaron frowned and threw him out in disgust.

He didn't want his urine on his clothes.

Seeing Jaron walking towards the fruit knife on the coffee table, Brennen howled as he covered his neck, Please ... I have news for you. You ... your parents' death was not an accident. I just did what I was told. I ... I shouldn't do that to your wife, and I apologize. Please don't kill me.