Qin Long suddenly flicked a Golden Needle from his pocket, where it hung suspended right in front of Zhao Ruoying's face.
"Who sent you?" Qin Long's intense murderous aura made everyone on the plane break out in a cold sweat. Even the Iron Lady, Zhao Ruoying, couldn't stop wiping the cold sweat from her brow.
It seems this Qin Long is no ordinary person.
"Young Master Qin, please don't misunderstand. I genuinely need your help with something. I have no ill intent," Zhao Ruoying immediately explained, waving her hands.
She had been skeptical of Huarong Dao's words, but now she was starting to believe him. She'd only come here to try her luck, after all.
With a casual wave of his hand, Qin Long made the Golden Needle vanish. Seeing that his killing intent had subsided, Zhao Ruoying immediately smiled. "Young Master Qin, your medical skills are truly exquisite to be able to control a needle with such precision." Taking the opportunity to probe his capabilities, she continued with a complimentary smile.
"I only know the basics," Qin Long said with a faint smile, touching his chin.
"Please, Young Master Qin, save my beloved daughter. She has been bedridden for many years, and countless famous doctors have been of no use." Zhao Ruoying's beautiful eyes filled with desperation. "Her breathing has grown weaker recently. I'm truly begging you."
"Madam Zhao, why have I heard an elder of your family call my Spiritual Wine poison?" Qin Long stared at Zhao Ruoying, his expression dark.
"That's not true!" Zhao Ruoying said, looking baffled. "Mr. Huarong Dao said your Spiritual Wine is a treasure of this world, not poison!" she hurriedly explained.
Qin Long looked at her and waved a dismissive hand.
It seems Zhao Ruoying is telling the truth. Otherwise, why would she bother seeking me out? So it was Zhang Meilan who framed me. How despicable of her, trying to drive me away like that.
"Young Master Qin, you must save my little girl," Zhao Ruoying said, bowing hastily as she saw his expression soften slightly.
"I can't help you," Qin Long replied, his expression turning unbearably cold. He had no intention of getting involved. "Alright, just take me back to the Tang Family."
"You… Medical Immortal Qin, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda! How can you just stand by and watch her die?" Zhao Ruoying exclaimed, biting her lip.
"What do other people's lives have to do with me?" Qin Long's face was a mask of cold pride, and he remained completely unmoved. "Besides, we are neither friends nor family. Why should I save her?"
As a Heavenly Dragon, his medical skills were unparalleled and his martial arts were extraordinary. With a Golden Needle in hand, the line between killing and saving was but a single thought.
"You!" Zhao Ruoying clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and blurted out, "If there's something you want, Young Master Qin, please just say it."
Qin Long was about to refuse, but then he thought of Tang Xuewu and the small Tang Family courtyard where they lived. He sighed internally. Regardless of the reason, he was to blame for Tang Xuewu's current predicament. He had to repay this debt.
"My demands aren't high," Qin Long said with a helpless sigh. "The Zhao Family can help my fiancée's family."
"That's a small matter," Zhao Ruoying replied, suddenly standing up and nodding with great solemnity.
Qin Long then fell silent. Zhao Ruoying's heart filled with doubt. Qin Long seemed a bit unreliable. He hadn't asked a single thing about the patient's condition and simply closed his eyes to rest. Could he really be that confident?
"Young Master Qin, don't you need to know about the patient's condition?" Zhao Ruoying steeled herself and asked. It was her precious daughter, after all.
"If even I can't do anything," Qin Long said, slowly opening his eyes, his expression indifferent, "then the Zhao Family had better hurry up and pick out a burial plot."
"Young Master Qin, you!" Zhao Ruoying's face instantly flushed red with anger. She never expected Qin Long to be so merciless with his words. Still, it was hard to say for sure. Whether he was a Divine Doctor or just a charlatan would only become clear after he attempted a treatment.
「The Zhao Family Villa District, Jiangzhong.」
As a corporate titan in Jiangzhong, the Zhao Family's wealth was second to none. Their estate in the villa district spanned a full five hundred square meters, surrounded by breathtaking scenery that made it an ideal place to live. Outside the villa district stood an exquisitely crafted bridge.
The plane landed, and Zhao Ruoying and her assistant personally helped Qin Long walk toward the villa.
"A Natural Triple Yin Formation, lacking in Yang energy," Qin Long remarked nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow.
Zhao Ruoying looked at him, utterly astonished. Their family's feng shui had been arranged by a very powerful master. It had taken a whole team of them half a year just to identify that same deficiency, yet Qin Long had seen it at a single glance.
"Young Master Qin, you also understand Mystical Arts?" Zhao Ruoying's expression was once again one of complete shock.
"Oh, just the basics," Qin Long said with a faint smile, saying no more.
At that moment, Zhao Ruoying began to question Qin Long's true identity. Perhaps he wasn't as pathetic as the rumors claimed.
Soon, they arrived at the villa. Before they even reached the main entrance, they could hear joyous laughter coming from inside.
"What's this? Does Madam Zhao have distinguished guests?" Qin Long asked.
"Madam, the young miss's fiancé, Young Master Li Hong, has arrived," the butler said, stepping forward to greet them.
Zhao Ruoying gave him a nod of acknowledgment and then slowly walked into the main hall while supporting Qin Long.
A middle-aged man was seated in the seat of honor, chatting with an elderly man and a young man beside him. They looked extremely happy, as if celebrating some great news.
"Ah Hai, what's going on?" Zhao Ruoying asked her husband, Zhao Hai, looking perplexed.
"Li Hong has returned from seeking a doctor!" Zhao Hai said excitedly.
"Aunt Zhao, who is this?" her daughter's fiancé, Li Hong, asked, staring at Qin Long with a haughty expression.
"This is Young Master Qin. He's here to treat Xiaotong," Zhao Ruoying replied, still slightly intimidated by her future son-in-law.
"Aunt Zhao, you must be joking," Li Hong scoffed. "A cripple like him is fit to treat Xiaotong? Here's a hundred yuan! Give it to him and tell him to leave. I have specially invited the esteemed Nalan Yu from Jiangtian Province. With his help, Xiaotong is sure to recover."
Filled with disdain, Li Hong looked confidently toward the old man. Zhao Ruoying knew that Nalan Yu was indeed a highly skilled physician. She had no idea how Li Hong had managed to invite him; he had politely refused her family's previous request.
Truly worthy of the Li Family. Their influence is immense.
"Young Master Li, be respectful," Zhao Hai said with a hearty laugh, smoothing things over. "With one more person, there's one more sliver of hope, right? Someone, bring tea."
"Of course, Uncle Hai," Li Hong replied, nodding respectfully.
Meanwhile, Qin Long, with Zhao Ruoying's help, slowly sat down on the sofa and began to sip his tea calmly. Nalan Yu glanced at him without so much as raising an eyelid and snorted coldly.
"I have just taken Miss Zhao's pulse," Nalan Yu declared. "Her condition is caused by an excess of yin energy in her body. This Yin Deficiency and excessive dreaming have caused her to fall into a comatose state. Miss Zhao must have been frightened as a child, allowing cold yin energy to enter her body. Over time, her condition worsened. She could withstand it in her youth, but when combined with the excessive yin energy of this villa, it triggered a complete imbalance, causing her to fall into a coma."
After Nalan Yu finished, Li Hong immediately cupped his hands and cheered. "As expected of Senior Nalan! Truly a master of medicine and Mystical Arts!" he gushed.
Zhao Ruoying raised an eyebrow and looked at Qin Long. "Young Master Qin, what are your thoughts?"
"Aunt Zhao, there's no need for him to do anything!" Li Hong interjected, staring at Qin Long with a look of pure contempt. "Senior Nalan has already diagnosed the illness. It will be resolved shortly."
Zhao Ruoying looked helpless but remained silent, her gaze fixed on Qin Long. He, in turn, simply asked Madam Zhao to take a photo of Miss Zhao. He glanced at it briefly and then said nothing more.
"Haha, you haven't even taken her pulse, yet you dare to be so arrogant," Li Hong jeered. "Aunt Zhao, this guy must be a fraud!"
At this, even Zhao Hai's expression grew suspicious. "Young Master Li, don't be anxious," Nalan Yu said with an air of pride and utter confidence. "Since this old man has come, I will certainly cure the young miss. Besides, on the way here, Young Master Li Hong already informed me of Miss Zhao's condition. I already have a treatment plan."
He then slowly took out a white medicine bottle.