Chapter 17: The Missing Little Girl
For the past two nights, it had rained in the middle of the night, with temperatures rising and falling unpredictably. Su Muyu had already been feeling unwell, and when she saw the scathing replies from online trolls, her sadness only deepened. Especially the comments that dragged her mother into the mud—those truly struck a painful chord in her heart. Her emotions surged abruptly, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe.
The more she struggled for breath, the more she desperately wanted to inhale, which only made Su Muyu’s breathing grow more labored. Sensing something was wrong with her sister, Su Muqing looked up in alarm, hurriedly pulling open drawers and rifling through them for something, all the while shouting, "Dad! Sister’s having an asthma attack!"
She nearly emptied the drawers before finally, in a panic, she found the inhaler. Rushing over, she wrapped her arms around Su Muyu and pressed the inhaler to her lips.
"What’s going on? Your father took a call and just left," Lu Feng called out as he ran into the upstairs sitting room.
"Come help, quick!" Su Muqing, too anxious to bicker with Lu Feng, shouted desperately.
Seeing Su Muyu’s pallid face and the way she gasped for air, Lu Feng instantly understood the situation. He hurried over, supported her, quickly took her pulse at her wrist, then pressed her hand into Su Muqing’s and instructed, "Press the Hegu point."
The Hegu point was at the web between the thumb and index finger; Su Muqing knew at least this much about traditional medicine. She immediately pinched her sister’s Hegu point with her thumb and forefinger.
Lu Feng lifted Su Muyu’s shirt, exposing her lower abdomen. Only when he saw her delicate skin did he realize, belatedly, that this might be inappropriate.
Su Muqing’s eyes widened, fixing on Lu Feng’s hand as it hovered above her sister’s abdomen, but she held back her anger.
"Press Guanyuan. Do you know where it is?" Lu Feng did not touch her; instead, he asked Su Muqing if she knew the location.
"It’s on the lower abdomen... I can’t find it..." Su Muqing was restless by nature and disliked studying medicine, so she only vaguely knew Guanyuan was somewhere on the lower abdomen, but unlike the Hegu point, the area was too broad for her to locate precisely.
Lu Feng immediately grabbed Su Muqing’s finger and pressed it three inches below Su Muyu’s navel. "Hold it there!"
"Okay!" Su Muqing nodded.
Next, Lu Feng straightened Su Muyu’s posture, placed his hands on her shoulders, and pressed his thumbs on either side of her spine, at the Feishu acupoints. He focused his strength and instructed, "Apply a bit of pressure, and massage slowly."
Su Muqing obeyed, gently kneading her sister’s Hegu and Guanyuan points.
Under this methodical treatment, Su Muyu’s meridians gradually relaxed, her breathlessness faded, the asthma attack ceased, and she went limp in Lu Feng’s arms.
Su Muqing pouted at the sight of Lu Feng holding her sister, clearly displeased, but refrained from venting her anger. Instead, she stroked her sister’s hand and asked, "Sis, how are you feeling?"
Su Muyu shook her head. "I’m fine now, just weak—don’t feel like moving."
"It’s all your fault!" Su Muqing glared at Lu Feng.
"How is it my fault?" Lu Feng was genuinely confused.
"Isn’t it because of your little stunt online? Hmph!" Su Muqing helped Su Muyu back to her room. "Sis, we’re not staying with him!"
Lu Feng still didn't understand what had caused this fiery girl’s anger.
"Hey! I don’t think I did anything to offend you today, did I?"
"Someone exposed you online, and you know yourself what bad things you’ve done," Su Muqing retorted, though she didn’t really believe Lu Feng had done anything wrong—she just wanted to annoy him.
Su Muyu turned back to reassure him, "Senior, I know what you did was right. It doesn’t matter if others don’t believe you—we do."
"I certainly don’t believe him!" Su Muqing shot back, prideful.
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Lu Feng was left utterly bewildered. The entire night, he failed to grasp what these twin sisters were talking about.
It wasn’t until the next day, when Su Dao’an came to speak with him, that he finally learned what had happened.
Last night, the "Emergency Rescue Guy" topic had escalated online, morphing into a full-blown incident. Someone revealed in a post that the figure in the video was Lu Feng, a traditional medicine practitioner at a health spa owned by Yunan Group.
Soon, the online trolls shifted from targeting "Emergency Rescue Guy" to attacking Yunan Group itself.
The call Su Dao’an received last night had come from the company’s PR department. He left in haste to attend an urgent crisis management meeting at headquarters.
What had started as a minor incident had, under the guidance of malicious actors, ballooned out of control. People began digging up supposed "dark secrets" about Yunan Health Spa.
These so-called whistleblowers sounded professional, claiming that a single beauty steam treatment at Yunan Health Spa cost over ten thousand yuan, when in reality it was nothing more than aloe vera boiled in water to create steam.
They also scrutinized every wellness program—weight loss, anti-fatigue, anti-aging, and so on.
If it had stopped there, it would have been manageable—just accusations of overcharging, which is common with high-end services and wouldn’t have threatened Yunan Group’s foundation.
But as the topic grew, some began to post "dark revelations," alleging that the spa secretly offered illicit services, and even claiming to have "photo evidence."
In truth, some of the spa’s offerings did overlap with those of foot massage parlors and massage clinics. In the public eye, such establishments were often suspected of operating in gray areas.
Now, with someone deliberately smearing Yunan Group and likening its spa to a foot massage parlor—complete with fabricated scandals—matters had escalated into outright slander.
Yunan Group was an established company with an experienced PR department, well-versed in crisis response. After Su Dao’an rushed back for the late-night meeting, the PR team quickly issued a statement denouncing the online rumors as pure fabrication and announcing that the police had been notified and would investigate.
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"You mean someone posted a video of me saving someone online?" Lu Feng learned of this from Su Dao’an.
"Yes. They uploaded the video and even hired people to spread it widely," Su Dao’an replied.
"Isn’t that a good thing? It could encourage others to do good deeds," Lu Feng said, having never seen the video himself and unaware of how it had been edited.
"I need to ask you something important," Su Dao’an continued.
"Go ahead."
"Did you actually save the little girl’s life?" Su Dao’an asked.
"Of course. Wasn’t she taken to the hospital? What happened after that, I don’t know," Lu Feng answered.
"Here’s the problem: the person who posted the video didn’t include the part where you revived the little girl. They only showed you performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and her mother’s cries for help. What’s more, your rescue method differed from standard Western medical protocols, so now people online are accusing you of harming her," Su Dao’an explained.
"So someone is deliberately slandering me?" Lu Feng frowned, recalling that since coming down from the mountain, he had both saved and fought people, and had indeed made some enemies. "But this kind of slander is so easy to disprove. Just go to the hospital, find the little girl, film a video, and post it online. Wouldn’t that clear things up?"
Su Dao’an shook his head in frustration. "I thought of that immediately. Last night, I sent the PR team to the hospital, but they couldn’t find the girl or her mother. The phone number they left was out of service—no way to reach them."
"You can’t find them?" Lu Feng frowned even more. "That’s odd. The girl had a broken rib—she should have been hospitalized for several days. How could she have been discharged so soon?"
"The nurse said a group of men came and took the mother and daughter away. The staff said those men didn’t look like good people," Su Dao’an replied.