Goddess Painting

"Greetings, Patriarch Li!"

Everyone bowed in greeting.

Li Qingtian waved his hand, his gaze lingering on Bai Ziyu for a moment, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes, before he cupped his hands to the crowd and said:

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

"Saving lives is urgent, so I won't bother with unnecessary formalities!"

"Please, everyone, step aside and follow me to my daughter's boudoir!"

……

After passing through layers of corridors, the group arrived at a quiet embroidered building.

Before even entering, a rich medicinal aroma wafted over, mixed with a faint sandalwood scent.

"That's... Soul-Nourishing Incense?"

Qin Feng's nose twitched slightly, and he sensed the trick.

Moreover, spiritual light flickered around the entire embroidered building, clearly indicating that an extremely sophisticated "spirit-gathering and soul-nourishing array" had been set up!

"The Li family must be burning thousands of spirit stones every day just to keep their daughter alive!"

Qin Feng clicked his tongue in amazement.

She entered the boudoir.

Layers of pink gauze curtains draped down, enveloping a huge, warm jade bed.

Li Qingtian stepped forward and gently lifted the gauze curtain.

Everyone's breath caught in their throats!

On the warm jade bed, a young girl lay quietly.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, her skin was like cream, yet so pale it was almost transparent.

Her features were so exquisite that they seemed to be the most perfect masterpiece of heaven. Her long, ink-black hair was scattered on the jade pillow, creating a strong visual contrast with her pale face.

Her eyes were closed and her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she were suffering great pain even in her dreams.

That delicate, boneless, and pitiful appearance would make even the most hard-hearted person feel pity!

sleeping Beauty!

The real Sleeping Beauty!

In the corner, Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

Stunning!

It's not just because of her beauty, but because of her unique charm!

It was a sense of fragility, as if it could vanish in the wind at any moment!

"It would be a pity if he died like this."

Qin Feng stared intently at the girl on the bed, imprinting every detail of her, the direction of every strand of hair, and even the curve of her slightly furrowed brows into his mind!

In preparation for the subsequent painting.

"Please, everyone."

Li Qingtian took a step back, his voice hoarse.

An elderly doctor with white hair and beard stepped forward first, trembling as he extended three fingers and placed them on Li Wanqing's wrist.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

The old doctor's brows furrowed more and more tightly, until they were almost knotted together.

"well……"

He sighed deeply, withdrew his hand, and bowed deeply to Li Qingtian:

"The pulse is weak and shallow, almost imperceptible, like a candle flickering in the wind... I am too old and ignorant to find the cause of the illness."

"I am ashamed! I am ashamed!"

The light in Li Qingtian's eyes dimmed slightly, but he still maintained his politeness and waved his hand.

The steward immediately stepped forward and handed the old doctor a heavy storage bag.

"A tip for your hard work."

The old doctor accepted it with a face full of shame and stepped aside.

Then, the next few people took turns to do it.

Some were using silver needles to prick acupoints, some were burning talismans and feeding the patient water, and there was even a shaman chanting incantations at the bedside...

A variety of styles!

The result was the same—

Li Wanqing remained lying there quietly, not even her eyelashes trembling.

Li Qingtian's face grew increasingly grim, a look of despair that was repeatedly ignited by hope only to be extinguished time and time again!

But he still didn't get angry; he just mechanically instructed the steward to distribute spirit stones and ask these people to leave.

"snort!"

Just then.

A disdainful snort sounded particularly jarring.

Bai Ziyu, who had been sitting in the armchair with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, snapped his folding fan shut, and glanced contemptuously at the failed doctors:

"A bunch of useless trash!"

"You dare to embarrass yourselves with such poor skills? If everyone tried things haphazardly like you, even good people would die!"

Everyone's faces flushed red, but they dared not speak out in anger.

After all, their reputation speaks for itself!

As if grasping at a last straw, Li Qingtian quickly stepped forward, his tone extremely humble:

"Young Master Bai! This... please, I beg you, save my daughter!"

"As long as Wanqing can be saved, the Li family will pay any price!"

Bai Ziyu's lips curled into a confident smile as he stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Don't worry, Patriarch Li."

"Now that I've come, there's no reason for me to leave empty-handed."

After saying that, he strode to the bedside, stretched out his slender fingers, and placed them on Li Wanqing's fair wrist.

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes were on him.

Bai Ziyu first frowned slightly, as if he had encountered some problem, but soon his brows relaxed and a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"I see."

He whispered something and took out an exquisite jade box from his pocket.

turn on.

A flash of cold light!

Dozens of silver needles, as thin as cow hair, defied common sense and floated in mid-air, emitting a faint buzzing sound!

"Using qi to control needles?!"

"These are ritual implements! A complete set of top-quality acupuncture implements!"

A gasp of surprise rang out from the crowd.

Bai Ziyu looked smug, his fingers dancing like butterflies flitting among flowers!

shhhhhh!

The silver needles transformed into streaks of light, piercing Li Wanqing's major acupoints with unparalleled precision!

Li Qingtian gripped the back of the chair so tightly that his fingernails almost broke off.

This is the descendant of the White Bone Healer!

A lineage known as "the living dead, flesh and bones restored"!

If even he can't do it, then Qing'er... is truly beyond saving!

Time passed second by second.

After an incense stick has burned.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Bai Ziyu's forehead, and he suddenly clenched his fingers!

"rise!"

All the silver needles flew back and fell into the jade box.

however……

Li Wanqing remained as quiet as ever on the bed.

Her complexion didn't even have a hint of redness.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire room.

The light in Li Qingtian's eyes went out completely, and he swayed, almost falling to the ground.

"Young Master Bai...my daughter..."

Bai Ziyu's confident expression froze as he looked at Li Wanqing, who showed no reaction.

How is that possible?

I've sealed all the vital points and stimulated life, so why is there no reaction at all?

He was silent.

As the successor of the White Bone Immortal Healer, admitting defeat is more painful than killing him!

"Master Li."

After a long silence, Bai Ziyu took a deep breath and sighed heavily, trying to save face.

"Your daughter's illness is truly rare. It's not that my medical skills are lacking, but rather..."

He paused, a look of regret on his face:

"I'm too late!"

"If it had been half a month earlier... no, even ten days earlier, I would have been absolutely certain!"

"But now, the disease has reached its terminal stage, and the chances of survival are gone..."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingtian was struck dumb, appearing ten years older in an instant, his voice trembling:

"Is...it really hopeless?!"

Bai Ziyu's eyes flickered, his mind racing, and he suddenly said:

"It's not necessarily all a dead end."

"While I was performing acupuncture, although I didn't wake your daughter, I did detect a very subtle clue!"

"Although the chances are slim,... it's worth a try!"

Upon hearing this, Li Qingtian abruptly looked up:

"We're all counting on Young Master Bai! Don't be afraid of failure; as long as there's a chance of success, give it a try!"