Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 1261 - 1260:

To express gratitude to Lin Fan and to commemorate the Yun Clan's triumph over their recent ordeal, Yun Zhongzheng proclaimed a grand celebratory feast. A festive spirit permeated the Yun Clan's grounds, with the slaughtering of pigs and sheep commencing to prepare a magnificent banquet, akin to the jubilant New Year celebrations.

Concurrently, a considerable number of Yun Clan disciples bore injuries sustained during the battle, with some facing severe wounds necessitating urgent medical attention.

The matriarch then sought out Lin Fan.

At that juncture, Lin Fan received an invitation from Yun Zhongzheng to return to the main hall. This time, however, Lin Fan was accorded the status of a distinguished guest, occupying the seat of honor to the foremost left, positioned above several highly esteemed elders—a profound display of reverence.

Yun Zhongzheng engaged Lin Fan in conversation, subtly endeavoring to glean information about Lin Fan’s background. He remained persistent in his belief that Lin Fan must hail from a Super Hidden Sect, harboring a deep curiosity regarding Lin Fan’s origins. He harbored a fear that if Lin Fan indeed belonged to such a powerful sect, even the Yun Sect might not be able to rival its standing.

The matriarch entered the hall and addressed Lin Fan, stating, "Mr. Lin, we have sustained numerous injuries within our clan during this recent conflict, and I find myself struggling to manage their care alone. Would you be willing to lend your assistance in treating our wounded clan members?"

With a personal invitation extended by the matriarch, Lin Fan readily consented.

The matriarch then turned to Yun Zhongzheng, remarking, "Sect Leader, you and several elders are also injured; why not accompany us as well?"

Consequently, the group followed the matriarch to a large dwelling where the injured Yun Clan disciples were temporarily housed. The air was filled with the sounds of their cries of pain, while some lay in an unconscious state—a truly somber spectacle.

Approaching a stretcher, the matriarch declared, "Mr. Lin, this young man is Yun Zhan, and he has sustained the most grievous injuries among us."

A sigh escaped the matriarch's lips, her expression tinged with evident distress.

Lin Fan observed the young man reclined on the stretcher, his life hanging precariously by a thread. Even in his unconscious state, his brow was deeply furrowed, betraying his apparent suffering.

Lin Fan recognized him. He recalled encountering a square-faced man previously, carrying someone—this very Yun Zhan. Yun Zhongzheng had previously dispatched Yun Zhan to Kun City to investigate the recent massacre of Li Xiangshui’s forces.

On his journey, Yun Zhan had unfortunately crossed paths with the square-faced man and endured a brutal onslaught from him.

Lin Fan offered a nod and moved forward, crouching beside Yun Zhan. He extended his hand to feel Yun Zhan's forehead before producing his Silver Needle, commencing the application of his supreme medical skills to treat the severely wounded disciple.

For a period, onlookers congregated, observing Lin Fan's intricate treatment methods. While most were bewildered, the matriarch was utterly astonished. Lin Fan's surgical prowess was undeniably sophisticated.

"My word, could this possibly be the fabled Xuanmen Acupuncture Technique? Merciful heavens, is this miraculous acupunctural art not believed to be lost to the annals of time? How can he possess such knowledge and wield it with such exceptional skill..." The matriarch was rendered speechless by her profound shock, her internal world in turmoil.

After a brief interval, Lin Fan ceased his ministrations and retracted his Silver Needle. He looked up and announced, "His life has been preserved."

The assembled group witnessed Yun Zhan, who had been on the brink of death, now breathing with a steady rhythm and displaying a healthy, rosy complexion. The deep furrows on his brow had vanished, and he appeared as serene as though merely immersed in sleep.

The recovery was nothing short of miraculous.

Even individuals devoid of medical expertise could readily discern Lin Fan's extraordinary capabilities.

"Thank you profoundly, Mr. Lin," the matriarch exclaimed with palpable excitement. "I have dedicated my life to the study of medicine and considered myself quite adept. Witnessing Mr. Lin's work today, I am humbled to realize the limitations of my own knowledge. In the presence of Mr. Lin, my medical skills pale in comparison, appearing as mere child's play!"

A wave of astonishment swept through the crowd. Such high commendations from the matriarch, herself a renowned healer, yet she displayed such profound humility before Lin Fan!

Lin Fan received the praise without any pretense of modesty. He was fully aware that the elite medical skill bestowed by the System far surpassed contemporary medical standards, rendering the matriarch's expertise comparable to a toddler's first steps in his presence.

With Lin Fan's invaluable intervention, the Yun Clan's injured were attended to with remarkable success. The medical acumen Lin Fan displayed left the matriarch, a venerated figure in healing arts, in a state of utter amazement.

Indeed, the matriarch had already been deeply impressed by Lin Fan's medical prowess earlier when she observed Yun Qingyao's sealed Dantian. The act of sealing a Dantian was not merely a feat of high-level cultivation; it intrinsically involved profound medical knowledge.

Regarding Lin Fan, a single phrase resonated in the matriarch's mind: "Mastery in both Medicine and Martial Arts."

Once more, the matriarch inquired tentatively about the origin of Lin Fan’s medical expertise. She mused that his master must surely be an unfathomable elder, capable of nurturing such a prodigious student.

However, Lin Fan remained steadfast in his prior declaration: he had merely chanced upon a medical tome and self-taught his skills by diligently following its teachings.

Perceiving Lin Fan’s reluctance to elaborate further, the matriarch graciously dropped the subject. Instead, she sought his counsel on various medical quandaries. Lin Fan patiently elucidated each point, while the matriarch absorbed his words with the rapt attention of a devoted pupil, frequently nodding in agreement, her heart filled with a quiet excitement.

Through mere casual pronouncements, Lin Fan managed to resolve several of the matriarch’s protracted medical puzzles, elevating her esteem for him even further.

With all the injured attended to, the banquet was declared ready, and Yun Zhongzheng extended an invitation for Lin Fan to be seated.

Shortly thereafter, the hall resounded with the clinking of glasses and the savoring of delicacies, as toasts were exchanged, fostering a climate of joyful festivity.

In the southern Yunnan region, a land rich with diverse ethnic minorities, the Yun Clan, despite their origins in the Central Plains, had absorbed influences from prolonged habitation within the Ten Thousand Mountains. In a gesture of profound gratitude, the clan’s young women performed a vibrant dance around a crackling bonfire, a spectacle dedicated to Lin Fan, their esteemed hero.

Concurrently, the young men of the Yun Clan held Lin Fan in high regard, keenly seeking opportunities to forge connections. Embracing the local customs of the minority groups, these spirited youths possessed a considerable tolerance for alcohol and initiated numerous toasts with Lin Fan, one after another.

As the chief executive of a colossal enterprise valued in the billions, Lin Fan demonstrated exceptional social acumen, swiftly forging bonds with the members of the Yun Clan and becoming acquainted with a multitude of individuals within the span of a mere half-day.

The Yun Clan members, particularly those of the younger generation, looked upon Lin Fan with deep admiration, harboring a wish that they could somehow be counted among his peers.

While engaged in lighthearted conversation with the hospitable Yun Sect members, Lin Fan suddenly had a realization—where had Yun Qingyao disappeared to?

Indeed, ever since the resolution of the immediate crisis, Lin Fan’s subsequent invitation by Yun Zhongzheng for a private discussion in the main hall, his subsequent request by the matriarch to tend to the wounded, and now his presence amidst the convivial Yun Sect disciples at the banquet… Yun Qingyao seemed conspicuously absent from all these proceedings.

Where could Yun Qingyao possibly have gone?

Even as this question occupied Lin Fan’s thoughts, a stir rippled through the assembled crowd, drawing all eyes in a single direction.

A voice exclaimed, “Senior Sister Qingyao has graced us with her presence!”

Yun Qingyao, arriving at last?

Lifting his wine goblet, Lin Fan joined the collective gaze and witnessed the crowd parting to reveal a young woman garbed in the elegant attire of ancient Huaxia. Her figure was exquisite, her face, unveiled, possessed unparalleled beauty, and she stood directly before him.

Lin Fan blinked in astonishment—who could this be?