"Qin Heng!"

Lu Jianjia followed, her expression somewhat worried as she said, "Then my father..."

Lu Guangyuan was still with the people from Qihuang Temple. Originally, he had come to request Qin Heng to treat him, but now, because of Tang Bo, Qin Heng wanted the people from Qihuang Temple to come to see him willingly.

How could that be possible!

Qihuang Temple was an Ancient Divine Sect with a heritage spanning tens of thousands of years. Its founder was the legendary physician at the side of the Yellow Emperor, renowned for their pride. That Physician Zheng was one of the nine great physicians of the current generation in Qihuang Temple. How could he possibly do as Qin Heng said—to go and see him with three kneelings and nine kowtows? It was simply impossible!

"Your father once refused my examination," Qin Heng said indifferently, his hands behind his back, his back to Lu Jianjia. "However, I will not let him die, nor will Qihuang Temple."

For Qin Heng, the nearly complete Nine Nether Evil Qi was only valuable if it could be refined before its full maturation. If Lu Guangyuan died, that wisp of Nine Nether Evil Qi would complete its transformation, becoming true Demonic Qi and unleashing endless calamities. As long as Lu Guangyuan did not die, that wisp of Demonic Qi could, at most, approach completion but could never truly become complete Nine Nether Evil Qi.

"Young Master Qin is kind-hearted and compassionate," Lu Jianjia sincerely praised, but she was still somewhat worried. "Qihuang Temple is incredibly proud. Will they really come back to find you on their own initiative?"

"As long as they don't wish to die, they will definitely come to find me, begging for an audience," Qin Heng said softly. "Let's go. Follow me to Mount She to await the people from Qihuang Temple. Then, I will save your father."

"Mount She?" Lu Jianjia uttered in surprise, not understanding why they needed to go to Mount She. However, she didn't dare to ask more and just followed Qin Heng, leaving Dongpu International Airport.

「Qihuang Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.」

This was the business operated by Qihuang Temple in the secular world. Although hidden Martial Dao sects rarely trod mortal grounds, they inevitably needed money for everyday necessities. Thus, many hidden Martial Dao sects also operated business enterprises in the secular world.

Of course, to the physicians of Qihuang Temple, secular business enterprises were but trivial matters, unworthy of mention. Even the CEOs and directors of these companies were no more than ants in their eyes, lacking even the qualifications to meet them.

Right now, Zheng Ming, Lu Guangyuan, and Gao Xin were staying in the most luxurious sickroom at Qihuang Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. A single day's stay there typically cost half a million! As a physician of Qihuang Temple, Zheng Ming naturally stayed for free.

At this moment, Lu Guangyuan lay on the sickbed, unconscious, his life force seemingly dissipating. He was extremely weak, his breathing intermittent. He looked utterly emaciated, as if drained of all flesh and blood, reduced to skin and bones, resembling a skeleton. If one didn't look closely, they might mistake him for a dried-up corpse.

Gao Xin sat beside the sickbed, looking at Lu Guangyuan, her face awash with tears. She deeply regretted having once looked down on Qin Heng, underestimating him. She had even allowed Lu Guangyuan to refuse Qin Heng's examination, leading to this dire situation!

Even though this physician from Qihuang Temple insisted he could surely heal Lu Guangyuan, he had yet to explain why Lu Guangyuan had fallen into this state. Gao Xin was no fool; she knew at a glance that Zheng Ming clearly didn't know the cause of the illness. How could he treat the patient without knowing the cause? He was merely trying to save face, putting on a brave front despite his incompetence.

By comparison, Qin Heng had previously noticed something wrong with Lu Guangyuan even before a thorough examination. His medical skills clearly far surpassed Zheng Ming's. Therefore, Gao Xin now pinned all her hopes on Qin Heng. Fortunately, Lu Jianjia had some connection with Qin Heng and had already gone to make a request.

A beautiful daughter and ten billion as an apology should be enough to move Qin Heng's heart... If this still wasn't enough, she would think of other ways. She had to sway Qin Heng!

"Gao Xin." Just then, Zheng Ming suddenly spoke. He came to the sickbed, looked at Lu Guangyuan, and said, "When Qin Heng arrives later, I will let him treat your husband."

"Thank you, Physician Zheng! Thank you, Physician Zheng!" Gao Xin nodded repeatedly, inwardly sighing with relief. She had been worried that if Qin Heng came, Physician Zheng might refuse to let him provide treatment. Unexpectedly, Zheng Ming had proactively agreed, which was a pleasant surprise.

No! That's not right! How could Physician Zheng know Qin Heng was coming?! I had Lu Jianjia go invite Qin Heng, but I didn't tell him! What's going on? Tang Bo! It must be Tang Bo! That Tang Bo has disappeared!!

Gao Xin suddenly realized, looked at Zheng Ming, and said, "Physician Zheng, did you send someone to invite Qin Heng?"

It was supposed to be an invitation. But knowing the pride of Qihuang Temple, it was more likely an attempt to capture him!

"That's right. I sent Tang Bo to fetch Qin Heng so that I, as his senior, could offer some guidance on his medical skills," Zheng Ming said with a smile. "Of course, the intention was for him to treat Lu Guangyuan. When that time comes, if his medical skills prove inadequate and he disappoints this physician by failing to cure a patient who had a chance of recovery, instead causing his death—what do you think of that?"

"What... what do you mean by that?!" Gao Xin's expression turned to one of shock and disbelief as she looked at Zheng Ming. "You are a physician from Qihuang Temple! How can you do such a despicable thing? Besides, my husband won't die! He absolutely will not die!"

"Pah!" Zheng Ming sneered. "Lu Guangyuan's illness may be of unknown cause, but there's no doubt he's critically ill and close to death. Not even an Immortal could save him now! Our Qihuang Temple is a great and prestigious sect with a heritage of tens of thousands of years; our founder even treated the Yellow Emperor. How can we bear the stain of having a patient die under our care? Since this matter arose because of that Qin Heng, let him bear the blame. Isn't that perfectly reasonable?"

He was completely using Qin Heng as a scapegoat to protect the reputation of Qihuang Temple.

"No, this is impossible! My husband definitely won't die!" Gao Xin refused to believe it, staring at Zheng Ming. "You're talking nonsense! When Qin Heng gets here, he will definitely cure my husband!"

"Ignorant. That Qin Heng is merely an ant in the mundane world, lucky to have stumbled upon some minor inheritance," Zheng Ming sneered. "His medical skills, compared to mine, are like a firefly to the bright moon—there's simply no comparison! I've already determined Lu Guangyuan is doomed to die. Even if that Qin Heng comes, the outcome will be the same. Besides, I am a physician of Qihuang Temple. Would a mundane Loose Cultivator, an ant-like creature such as him, dare to defy my will? Qihuang Temple boasts tens of thousands of years of heritage and is exceedingly noble. A minuscule ant like Qin Heng would never dare to offend us! Believe it or not, when he arrives, the moment he sees me, he will kneel and kowtow!"

"Physician Zheng! Physician Zheng! Save me! I beg you, please save me!!"

Just then, a painful wail pierced the air. Tang Bo appeared, battered and bruised, clutching his severed arm and staunching the blood gushing from his shoulder wound.

THUD!

He collapsed, kneeling before Zheng Ming, his face a mess of tears, blood, and snot. He cried out, "Physician Zheng, that Qin Heng is too arrogant! I went to invite him with good intentions! But that bastard actually said Qihuang Temple is garbage, unworthy of him coming personally! He even called you, the physician, a waste and said you should perform three kneelings and nine kowtows to beg for an audience with him!!"

BANG!!

With that sound, Tang Bo was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall. The Internal Force slammed through his body, pinning him there. A series of sickening cracks echoed as his bones shattered, and a torrent of blood erupted from him!

"Damn it! Damn it! You mundane ant! You have some nerve!"

Zheng Ming was incandescent with rage. He had kicked Tang Bo flying, and now he trembled with fury, never having imagined Qin Heng would so brazenly insult Qihuang Temple and him, its physician!

GURGLE! GURGLE!!

Suddenly, sounds like blood blisters forming and bursting arose. Tang Bo's body, slumped against the wall, began to twist. His flesh started to swell, and his skin cracked bit by bit, as if something were about to inflate and burst out from within!

"What's going on?!" Zheng Ming also sensed something was terribly wrong. A sudden surge of alarm filled his heart, and he tried to dodge!

But it was already too late!!

BANG!

Tang Bo's entire body exploded, erupting into a cloud of blood mist. Several globs of pitch-black blood splattered onto Zheng Ming, staining him completely black!!

SIZZLE!

It sounded as if acid were burning flesh. Zheng Ming's face instantly contorted in utter horror!!

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