At that moment, a few people approached Ling Zhenfei holding flowers and handed them to him, "Li Hao boss, we are from your Modu fan club, I'm the president, Zhang Yue. No matter what happens, our fan club will always support you."

Ling Zhenfei looked at these people, both men and women, with the person in front being a young man in his late twenties wearing black-framed glasses, looking very refined but exuding confidence from head to toe.

Ling Zhenfei quickly accepted the flowers and said, "Thank you so much, I will give it my all."

Zhang Yue leaned close to Ling Zhenfei's ear and whispered, "Boss, rest assured, we've been keeping an eye on those troublemakers, and we absolutely won't let them get away."

"Forget those clowns, and don't do anything to hurt yourself because of them," Ling Zhenfei did not want his fans to do anything inappropriate for his sake.

Zhang Yue smiled and said, "Boss, you misunderstood. We were worried that after you cure Xiao Kunkun, he might dodge the bill. We're not thinking of fighting them."

Ling Zhenfei acknowledged he had misunderstood and thanked them again, telling them not to worry.

After the fans left, Ling Zhenfei changed his clothes and prepared all the necessary tools. His Northern Spiritual Energy was still limited, allowing him only to summon a trace of it, but this trace was far from enough to treat Xiao Kunkun, so he had to rely on some tools to cure Xiao Kunkun's illness.

"I never imagined you'd look so handsome in this outfit, to be honest, I'm almost infatuated," Bai Ling gave Ling Zhenfei a big hug, her words meant only to relieve Ling Zhenfei's tension.

Truthfully, Ling Zhenfei was indeed nervous because he was uncertain about his method. He had seen the ferocity of the Ironclad Spirit-eating Insect and knew it wasn't easy to handle. If anything went slightly differently from what he anticipated, it would mean total loss.

"Don't worry, I can do this." Ling Zhenfei's words seemed meant for Bai Ling, but they also seemed like a pep talk to himself.

Ling Zhenfei, dressed in a doctor's white coat, stepped onto the stage, and immediately, the crowd below let out a gasp. Ling Zhenfei quickly made a shushing gesture; Bai Ling had already told them that during the treatment, whatever happened, they needed to stay quiet so as not to disturb the procedure.

Seeing Ling Zhenfei's gesture, his fans covered their mouths, fearing they might disrupt his treatment. They relieved their excitement by taking photos with their phones, posting on social media, and sharing in chat groups.

But people like Han Yan, the troublemakers, were different. They were hoping Ling Zhenfei's treatment would fail and looked on with disdain.

Ling Zhenfei didn't care about these people. Even if there were disturbances, it wouldn't affect his treatment; he was only worried about frightening Xiao Kunkun.

Xiao Kunkun had been given local anesthesia, and the treatment would definitely be somewhat painful; he was worried Xiao Kunkun couldn't bear the pain.

Everyone knew the treatment was about to begin and watched intently every move Ling Zhenfei made. Those present were undoubtedly fortunate to witness the treatment of such a globally challenging disease.

Ling Zhenfei first used his Perspective Eye to locate the position of the Ironclad Spirit-eating Insect, then took out a Silver Needle, the thickest and largest one, and stabbed it towards the location of the insect.

As the Silver Needle slowly rotated, it was blocked by something hard, as if it had hit a metallic object. As the object was pierced, the Silver Needle began to vibrate slowly. The Ironclad Spirit-eating Insect was slowly moving, perhaps sensing danger, and it attempted to flee.

But under Ling Zhenfei's control, escaping was not so easy. He picked up a transparent glass bottle, then took a piece of Fire Paper, ignited it, and placed it inside the bottle, then directly covered the spot where the Ironclad Spirit-eating Insect was located.

At that moment, those experienced around him knew what Ling Zhenfei was doing—a traditional cupping therapy but a transparent one, allowing everyone to see what was happening inside.

The area covered by the cup, due to the reduction of air, drew in the flesh of Xiao Kunkun, turning it into a meaty lump inside the cup at the exact location of the Ironclad Spirit-eating Insect.

Because Ling Zhenfei had cut a small opening there beforehand, a harsh suction now caused blood to flow out, though not much blood was lost.

Ling Zhenfei glanced at Shen Songling, who understood the gesture, and a nurse brought over the previously prepared herbal medicine, handing it to Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei knew this was a critical moment. His confidence in being able to force the Gu insect out of Xiao Kunkun's body relied on the Spiritual Medicine in the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow.

Inside the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow, there were countless Spiritual Medicines, among which one particular herb left a deep impression on Ling Zhenfei—it was called the Flame Flower.

Flame Flower: Ancient Spiritual Medicine, consuming it is like fire burning through the body, more intense than fierce fire, making it an invaluable medicine for those with Cold Qi invading their body.

Ling Zhenfei's confidence stemmed from the Flame Flower. The only weakness of the Ironclad Spirit-eating Insect was its fear of fire's scorch, but it was uncertain whether the Flame Flower could achieve the same effect. Currently, the Flame Flower only served as a Medicinal Primer; to prevent its high temperature from scorching Xiao Kunkun's internal organs, Ling Zhenfei also combined it with other drugs. Taking them together should have the intended effect.

He placed a petal of the Flame Flower into Xiao Kunkun's mouth, followed by the herbal medicine to wash it down. After drinking the herbal concoction, Ling Zhenfei placed his hand on Xiao Kunkun's pulse to gauge his condition. Initially, Xiao Kunkun was normal, but less than two minutes later, a huge change occurred inside his body. Every meridian began to fill with vitality and heat, a change clearly noticeable through the pulse.

Xiao Kunkun's expression also began to change, appearing somewhat painful. Ling Zhenfei could even feel the temperature near Xiao Kunkun's Dantian rising.

As the temperature rose, the meatball that had been sucked into the transparent cup also began to change. Ling Zhenfei knew the medicine was working. Unable to withstand the heat, the Ironclad Spirit-eating Insect began to react violently, but this change was still too minor. Only when the heat was sufficient would the insect seek an escape, and that little hole Ling Zhenfei had created was its best exit.

Ling Zhenfei used his Spiritual Power to feel the temperature at Xiao Kunkun's Dantian, which was already quite high. If not for the protective layer formed by the herbal medicine inside Xiao Kunkun's body, the heat alone could have caused severe burns.

The meatball at the Dantian was rolling wildly, clearly indicating that the Ironclad Spirit-eating Insect could no longer endure. But it still wouldn't come out. Ling Zhenfei broke into a sweat. Could it be that even such high temperatures were not enough to force the Ironclad Spirit-eating Insect out? Thinking this, Ling Zhenfei felt he should intensify his efforts.

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