Feng Lianhou, a grandmaster and a marquis who protected the common people, could only hang onto a thread of life in a medicinal bath.
Feng Lianhou's voice was calm, "I expected this long ago. For twenty years, I've sought countless doctors. Even the most mysterious蛊医 (gu yi) could only sustain my life but not heal my injuries."
After a careful examination, Chen Jiuyang said lightly, "Although the poison has entered your marrow, there is still hope. The chances of recovery are high."
"What did you say?" Feng Lianhou's face was ashen. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Chen Jiuyang. A sharp glint flashed in his cloudy eyes, "I can recover?"
Chen Jiuyang slowly took out a row of silver needles, "It's just a high chance. The poison has entered your marrow, and you'll need to undergo marrow cleansing and bone reshaping to regenerate your life force. I don't know if you can endure such pain."
Feng Lianhou laughed heartily, his voice hoarse and his breath weak, "I've endured twenty years. What pain can I not endure?"
Chen Jiuyang began to insert the needles. One hundred and eight silver needles were inserted into Feng Lianhou's body. Feng Lianhou's face grew paler and paler, and dark, foul blood poison flowed from the pores on his body, a sight that made one's heart tremble.
Chen Jiuyang's expression changed slightly. He quickly wrote a prescription and handed it to Xue Baogui, "Go quickly and get the medicine. Whether Feng Lianhou can live and recover depends on this one chance."
Concerned for his father's life, Xue Baogui did not dare to delay. He hurried to get the medicine with Chen Jiuyang's prescription.
While waiting, Chen Jiuyang moved Feng Lianhou out of the medicinal bath and gave him a small bottle of Chunyang Buqi Dan.
He instructed, "Feng Lianhou, refine the pill I gave you with all your might. I will expel all the toxins from your body. Whether you live or die depends on how much you want to live."
After speaking, Chen Jiuyang activated the Chunyang True Qi within him to control the one hundred and eight silver needles on Feng Lianhou's body.
Feng Lianhou's face turned from green to white, the pain contorting his features. However, he did not utter a sound from beginning to end.
He is indeed a true man, worthy of Chen Jiuyang's主动上门 (zhudong shangmen) to treat him.
Half an hour later, when Xue Baogui arrived with all the medicinal ingredients, the room where the medicinal bath was located was filled with a foul stench. Feng Lianhou, already white-haired, had lost all his hair. He was so thin that his skin clung to his bones, appearing to be on the verge of death, like a candle in the wind. Xue Baogui broke out in a cold sweat at the sight.
Chen Jiuyang was also covered in sweat and said in a deep voice, "Put all the medicinal ingredients into a large pot and boil them over high heat."
Xue Baogui and his subordinates busied themselves arranging everything according to Chen Jiuyang's instructions. Then, Chen Jiuyang used a surge of true qi to move Feng Lianhou into the medicinal pot.
Once in the medicinal pot, Feng Lianhou seemed to have found a long-awaited spring. His shriveled body began to swell at a visible rate.
His previously lost hair also regrew, black and lustrous. Feng Lianhou, who had only half a breath left and was barely alive, was now much better. He sighed heartily, "Divine Doctor Chen, thank you for saving my life."
"I thought I was beyond help and had long lost hope. I never expected to know of a divine doctor like you today, with such profound medical skills."
Xue Baogui's face lit up with joy, "Master, are you recovering?"
Feng Lianhou closed his eyes and said, "I can feel all the hidden injuries and toxins in my body disappearing. My life force is being regenerated, like spring returning to a withered tree. It remains to be seen how much I can recover."
Chen Jiuyang was closing his eyes to recover his energy and nourish his spirit. He said, "The extent of your recovery depends on the wealth of your family's foundation. This medicinal bath you are taking is not cheap."
Xue Baogui's expression turned serious, "It is indeed not cheap, but even if we have to sell everything we own, we must ensure Master recovers completely."
Feng Lianhou smiled, "I, Xue Lianji, still have some influence in Feng Province. You don't need to worry about the medicinal ingredients."
Chen Jiuyang said, "The medicinal ingredients are sufficient. You can soak in this medicinal bath for three days. During these three days, the one hundred and eight silver needles on your body must not be moved. When your body has fully recovered, the needles will fall off automatically."
Feng Lianhou nodded, "Divine Doctor Chen's methods are truly unfathomable. After I recover, I will surely repay your kindness." Xue Baogui knelt on one knee, cupped his fists, and said loudly, "Divine Doctor Chen, you have no grudges and have stepped forward to save my father. For this great kindness, my Feng Lianhou Manor will surely repay you greatly!"
"There is no need to be so polite. Saving lives and healing the injured is the duty of a physician." Chen Jiuyang said, "Feng Lianhou, you can take this small bottle of pills when the medicinal ingredients are insufficient." He took out a small bottle.
Feng Lianhou looked at the small bottle, his eyes lighting up. This small bottle of pills played a significant role in his recovery and return to life. Chunyang Buqi Dan was a rare and valuable item.
If it weren't for this pill, he might not have lasted until Xue Baogui returned with the medicinal ingredients.
Feng Lianhou asked, "Divine Doctor Chen, where did you obtain this pill?"
Chen Jiuyang smiled, "My master gave it to me. I only have a few bottles."
Feng Lianhou sighed, "Han Guang has indeed taken a good disciple."
After leaving the pills, Chen Jiuyang departed.
He had several objectives in saving Feng Lianhou. First, to showcase his extraordinary medical skills and use Feng Lianhou's successful treatment as a case study to reach the high-level circles in Feng Province.
Second, to find sales channels for the Chunyang Buqi Dan.
Third, to make more friends.
His mortal enemy was the Zhong family, led by Feng Zhuizhou. Before he had apprenticed under Feng Hanhou, he couldn't access information from this circle. If he could win over most of the marquises in Feng Province as his friends, how could he, Chen Jiuyang, not be able to destroy the Zhong family?
Zhong Zhuowu, Zhong Ali, Wang Chongyun, Wang Tian, you all wait to die!
After leaving the Xue family of Feng Lianhou, Chen Jiuyang went to the hospital to see Ji Lengyue.
As Chen Jiuyang stepped into the ward, a fragrant breeze wafted towards him. He looked closely and saw that Ji Lengyue had recovered and was transformed, her appearance and temperament even more radiant than before.
Ji Lengyue's long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore a long dress, looking like an immortal from an ancient painting. Chen Jiuyang was momentarily stunned.
Seeing Chen Jiuyang arrive, Ji Lengyue's beautiful eyes lit up, "Jiuyang, I have entered the Yellow Realm and successfully cultivated the techniques of the Bingji Yugu Jue. Watch this!"
Saying this, she circulated the true qi within her body and struck towards Chen Jiuyang with a palm, her speed extremely fast.
However, Chen Jiuyang instinctively used his Xuan Realm Grandmaster true qi to defend.
"Bang—"
Ji Lengyue was immediately repelled by the true qi and was about to fall backward.
Chen Jiuyang came back to his senses and quickly reached out, embracing Ji Lengyue's soft waist.
"Ah!"
Ji Lengyue cried out softly. She had never had such close physical contact with a man since she was a child. She instinctively wanted to push Chen Jiuyang away. She intended to push him away, but she was already unstable on her feet. Instead, she pulled Chen Jiuyang down with her, and they both fell to the ground.
Ji Lengyue's entire delicate body was pressed down by Chen Jiuyang. Smelling the masculine scent on Chen Jiuyang, her heart raced, and she said with a blush, "Jiuyang, get off me quickly."