I accidentally Married the Leader of the Noble Path

“Extortion? Hah, who wants your filthy money? You’ve treated my brother into this state and still call yourself a miracle doctor? You’re nothing but a quack!” The burly, dark-skinned man spat angrily.

Qin Nan frowned in confusion. He had assumed that exposing the scheme would make the man feel guilty or afraid.

Yet the man showed no sign of guilt. Instead, he stood his ground, indignant and enraged.

Could it be that this wasn’t an extortion attempt?

No, this had to be a setup. There was no way his treatment could have caused such a condition. The day before, he had only given the patient a simple packet of medicine. Even if there were issues, the worst would be an upset stomach—not this exaggerated display.

It was clearly an act.

From the moment Qin Nan suspected a setup, he had a strong inkling about who might be pulling the strings behind the scenes.

However, the burly man seemed genuinely unaware.

Unless his acting skills were so superb that they could deceive Qin Nan, he truly appeared ignorant of the plot. Qin Nan leaned toward believing the latter.

By now, the commotion had drawn a crowd of villagers, all eager to watch the spectacle. If Qin Nan couldn’t expose the truth, these onlookers might buy into the accusations, believing that his medical skills were inadequate.

And if that happened, who would seek his help in the future?

Thus, Qin Nan had never cared about making money from treating the villagers. He continued providing medical help, not for profit, but simply as a gesture of goodwill to maintain harmony.

He could have ignored the opinions of the villagers entirely; their judgments meant little to him. However, what he couldn’t tolerate was being slandered or allowing those who schemed against him to succeed.

Such situations irked him to no end.

Allowing such petty schemes to topple him would be an insult to his intelligence.

Having analyzed the situation, Qin Nan stepped forward and said to the burly man, “Your brother isn’t sick. He’s just pretending to be dead.”

“Pretending to be dead? Are you trying to shirk responsibility? Look at him! How could this be an act?” The man’s disbelief was evident.

“Of course it’s an act. He’s even managed to fool you, his own brother. Watch closely as I expose this fraud. If I’m wrong, I’ll take full responsibility.”

Without waiting for a response, Qin Nan walked over to the “patient,” crouched down, and began removing his clothes.

Several people immediately started shouting and tried to intervene.

“Hmph.”

A cold snort from Shangguan RouYue was enough to cow them into silence, her invisible pressure freezing them in place.

Qin Nan stripped the “patient” down to his underwear, leaving him barely covered. Though the man’s face was ashen, with dark circles under his eyes and purplish lips, his body’s skin tone appeared perfectly healthy.

The supposedly injured and bandaged limbs bore no signs of actual wounds.

Picking up the man’s shirt, Qin Nan rubbed it vigorously against the man’s face.

The dark circles, ashen complexion, and purplish lips vanished, revealing a healthy, normal-looking face beneath.

It was all makeup.

What a crude trick.

The crowd was dumbfounded, especially the burly man. If he still couldn’t see the truth now, he’d be better off not showing his face in the village again.

“You bastard! You even tricked your own brother, made me worry for nothing. Watch how I beat you to death!” The burly man raised his enormous fist, ready to pummel the culprit.

The fraud panicked, trying to dodge, but it was too late.

However, the burly man’s fist never landed. Qin Nan caught it mid-swing with ease.

The man’s expression turned to disbelief. Years of farm work had made him confident in his strength, yet Qin Nan’s thin frame had stopped him effortlessly.

“Sorry, Miracle Doctor. I had no idea he was faking it, even fooled me,” the burly man said apologetically, withdrawing his hand.

“It’s fine. Now, I just want to know—who told your brother to pull this stunt?” Qin Nan asked calmly, though he already knew the answer.

In NiuJiao Village, the only person who would resort to such petty schemes to ruin his reputation was He ShiJian.

The plan was simple: ruin Qin Nan’s reputation by spreading the word that he had botched a treatment. Villagers would stop coming to him, returning to He ShiJian instead. His status in the village would rise again.

A plan meant to kill two birds with one stone, yet so clumsy in execution—trying to show off such petty schemes in front of Qin Nan was nothing short of foolish.

“Well? Who sent you to stage this scene?” Qin Nan pressed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I know nothing!” The man stammered, panic flashing across his face.

“Oh, you’re pretending again? Fine. Then I’ll make sure you really can’t move. You’ll spend the rest of your life bedridden,” Qin Nan said, his voice cold and sinister as he reached toward the man.

Terrified, the man scrambled backward, falling over himself in his haste. He tried to flee but was quickly tripped by Qin Nan, landing face-first on the ground.

Hovering over him, Qin Nan’s icy gaze bore down.

“I’ll talk! It was He ShiJian! He paid me to do this!” The man blurted, trembling.

He ShiJian had only given the man a few silver coins—not nearly enough to risk his life. If Qin Nan had truly crippled him, leaving him bedridden for the rest of his days, he’d regret it until his insides turned green.

“Of course, it’s He ShiJian. Such despicable tactics—trying to ruin my reputation,” Qin Nan cursed, his tone heavy with mock indignation.

Even though he’d already guessed as much, he feigned realization, putting on a righteous and furious front.

“And you lot, you all must be He ShiJian’s accomplices. Stirring up trouble and flaunting your bravado—pathetic,.” he said, his gaze turning cold as he looked at the villagers who had tried to make a move earlier.

The accused immediately tried to flee, but an invisible force pinned them down, forcing them to crawl on the ground.

Qin Nan decided not to go too hard on them. After all, they lived in the same village, and being too ruthless might scare the others.

“From now on, if you’re injured or sick, don’t come looking for me. I won’t treat you. Go find He ShiJian. And anyone who’s close to him or has sought treatment from him—don’t bother coming to me either. I won’t help you.”

“It’s not that I lack medical ethics, It’s that He ShiJian keeps causing me trouble, and I’ve had enough.”

His words echoed across the gathering crowd, ensuring every villager present heard them. He knew this message would spread through NiuJiao Village like wildfire.

Soon enough, fewer people would seek out He ShiJian for treatment. They would also start distancing themselves from him.

He ShiJian’s standing in the village would inevitably decline, all because of his poor medical skills, lack of ethics, and insistence on antagonizing Qin Nan.

Qin Nan didn’t even need to confront He ShiJian directly. He was confident that before long, the man would become an outcast in NiuJiao Village, avoided by everyone like a plague.

After all, Qin Nan’s medical skills were leagues ahead—by hundreds of streets, no less. Coupled with his affordable prices, he was naturally the villagers’ first choice for any ailment.