That's right, a person who has lost an arm, lost both eyes, can still shine so bright on the court, and all he has is a lame leg, not a lost one, why can't he fight?
Kobe's eyes grew brighter and brighter, those things that had disappeared from his heart when all the hospitals declared there was no hope years ago were now slowly beginning to sprout anew.
It was at this moment that Ning Fan dropped another bombshell.
"Just now, I only let you temporarily return to your peak, but actually, I truly do have a way to restore you permanently," Ning Fan said.
"Really?" Kobe turned his head sharply to look at Ning Fan.
If, if Ning Fan could really cure him, he would treasure his career like never before, he would make himself a true god on the basketball court!
Just as he asked his question, it suddenly occurred to him that Ning Fan had miraculously restored him to his peak for ten minutes with nothing more than a pat on the shoulder, which made his heart surge even more.
"You really have a way?"
"If I say it, naturally I can do it," Ning Fan said nodding enigmatically, while he handed over the scarf to Xu Rongfei who was beside him.
Xu Rongfei was utterly convinced by Ning Fan; initially, Kobe had been completely unwilling to let Ning Fan treat him. Now, with a simple trick, Ning Fan had not only helped Kobe regain his former momentum, but also got Kobe to agree to be treated by him!
This kid has some moves!
"Please help me, I am willing to pay any price," Kobe said with a serious expression, earnestly.
"Hehe... no need for a price. If you are willing, I can treat you right now," Ning Fan said, nodding in satisfaction. Being able to help someone stand back up, not just physically but emotionally as well, was still a rather good feeling.
"Now? Right here?" Kobe asked, surprised.
There was nothing here, wasn't surgery required? Weren't medications needed?
"That's right, right here," Ning Fan affirmed with a direct nod, stepping in front of Kobe, he said, "Stand still, don't move. I'll treat you right now."
Kobe stood awkwardly in place, wondering how the treatment would proceed. Could he really be cured without any instruments? Wouldn't that be just like a charlatan from Jianghu? He instinctively felt some disbelief, but remembering how Ning Fan's pat on his shoulder had managed to suppress his symptoms, a strong sense of hope suddenly rose in his heart.
"Alright, I won't move. Just tell me what I need to do," Kobe said, biting down on his teeth, ready to take the gamble.
"You don't need to do anything. Just endure a bit of pain later on," Ning Fan reminded Kobe, as he reached for several silver needles from his waist.
Kobe nodded, not taking Ning Fan's words to heart. What was pain? If it could cure his condition, he was willing to suffer even the agony of beheading!
Ning Fan held several Silver Needles in one hand, crouched down, and carefully examined Kobe's injured right leg, steadying his heart.
Actually, it was simple. Kobe had been playing basketball for years, and that leg had already accumulated chronic issues over time. The accident was just a trigger.
So, in the end, even if the hospital had treated his injury, his real, more stubborn problem had worsened.
That was Essence Qi, not the body.
The functioning and survival of the human body depended on essence, qi, and spirit. The soul governs thoughts, qi moves the blood and flesh, and when qi is disrupted, naturally, the body has problems.
Modern medicine has ways to treat the physical pain of the body, but for "Qi," it has no means whatsoever, nor any basis to even detect it; all of this requires the perception of a cultivator!
Given that, the solution was simple. Ning Fan extended his hand and like a flash of lightning brushed past Kobe's right leg, and one by one the Silver Needles pierced through, accurately hitting the spots Ning Fan had previously contemplated.
Kobe furrowed his brow slightly, feeling a sting, but it wasn't intense, hardly different from the bite of a mosquito. For Kobe, such a level of pain was naturally child's play.
Having done this, Ning Fan stood up and looked at Kobe.
"This... this doesn't hurt either, do I need to do anything else..."
Before Kobe could finish his words, he suddenly felt a shadow flicker before his eyes, and Ning Fan's hand had viciously smacked his face, giving him a hearty slap!
A young man drinking his beverage outside the court spat it out with a "pfft" at this unexpected turn.
Just when he was watching Ning Fan mystically treat Kobe's right leg, how did he suddenly stand up and slap him? It was so abrupt!
Kobe was stunned, Xu Rongfei was stunned, and the assistant's face changed dramatically.
"You... what are you doing?" Kobe looked at Ning Fan in surprise, not understanding why he had suddenly struck him.
But Ning Fan seemed to have no intention of explaining. The moment Kobe's words ended, Ning Fan raised his hand once more, and with a smack, landed a second slap on him.
The force behind the two slaps was not light; even through Kobe's dark skin, it was evident that his cheeks were slightly reddened.
The assistant could no longer hold back, dashing forward with the speed of an arrow, angrily shouting, "Kid, don't go too far, I dare you to try that again?"
"Hey..." Kobe raised his hand to stop the assistant, looking down at his right leg, blinking his eyes. He looked up at Ning Fan and nodded, "Don't worry about him, let's continue."
"Okay," Ning Fan nodded, replied indifferently, and then decisively began slapping again.
A bizarre scene unfolded on the basketball court; a tall black man stood there while Ning Fan faced him, slapping him over and over, the smacking sound incessant, and the black man seemed to be enjoying it.
A circle of onlookers with puzzled expressions surrounded them.
"What... what is this?" The assistant stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to stop it or not, utterly perplexed about what to do.
"It's fine, let's continue," Kobe's eyes shone brighter, and he was even eagerly pleading with Ning Fan to give him a few more slaps.
And so, Ning Fan kept slapping without holding back each time.
Strangely, if it had been anyone else, their face might have swollen like a pig's head after so many slaps, but looking at Kobe's complexion, it was only slightly reddened.
After giving eighteen slaps, Ning Fan finally stopped, looked down at Kobe's right leg again, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Alright, now it's time to witness a miracle."
With that, Ning Fan crouched down again, carefully examined Kobe's right leg, and then suddenly reached out. As his wrist quivered, he almost instantaneously pulled out all the Silver Needles that had been inserted.