With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

"That's a joke!" John laughed in exasperation, as if he had heard something out of the blue.

He straightened his white coat, straightened his back, and slowly began to speak: "In 1982, when I first entered the intensive care unit, I successfully treated a critically ill patient."

"In 1990, I cured several critically ill patients who were considered incurable at the time."

He held up three fingers and continued proudly, "For three consecutive years, I have cured more than a hundred critically ill patients! The medical community calls me the 'angel in white'!"

He looked around the living room: "Excuse me, am I unprofessional?"

Silence filled the living room.

This resume is indeed impressive.

It is considered top-tier in the global medical field.

John looked at Ye Yaocheng with disdain: "I've also heard that traditional Chinese medicine practitioners become more skilled with age. You're so young, I really think that's impossible."

These words struck a chord with everyone's doubts.

Even Wang Shiyu felt a jolt in her heart.

She quietly tugged at Ye Yaocheng's sleeve: "Yaocheng, are you confident?"

The voice was soft and filled with worry.

Although she disliked John, his qualifications were undeniable, and what he said made sense; Ye Yaocheng... was really too young.

"Don't worry, Sister Shiyu."

Ye Yaocheng patted her hand, his eyes calm: "Trust me."

He looked at John and said in a calm and unhurried voice, "Our Great Xia has a history of five thousand years, and the wisdom of our ancestors is profound and extensive."

"How many years has your so-called Western medicine practiced?"

He smiled slightly: "I will show you through my actions that you shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

John was speechless, his face darkening as he turned away without saying a word.

"Young man."

Old Jiang walked over, his brow furrowed: "Are you really sure?"

No wonder he was worried.

John's introduction just now was indeed very stressful.

Ye Yaocheng nodded, then looked at Luo Yishui and said in a relaxed tone, "I admit that my medical skills are far inferior to my master's."

"But curing Ms. Luo's illness is really simple."

Simple?

Old Jiang frowned even more deeply.

That's insane!

A hint of displeasure flashed across Chen Guodong's face.

So young, yet spouting such arrogant words.

If it weren't for Wang Shiyu's sake, he would have had this kid kicked out long ago!

"Stop talking!"

John suddenly spoke up, staring at Ye Yaocheng: "I love learning the most."

"If you can really cure me, I have no problem admitting my mistake."

But then, his tone shifted, and he said with a playful look, "If you don't cure me, you'll have to kneel on the ground and say 'Traditional Chinese Medicine is useless' a hundred times!"

"Will you agree or not, Mr. Ye?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the living room changed their expressions.

This is a blatant bet!

Moreover, it's a gamble on the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine!

It is also the face of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"That's enough!"

Chen Guodong spoke first.

He looked at Ye Yaocheng and said in a serious tone, "Young man, I am very grateful that you have come from afar to treat my wife's illness, but although I appreciate your kindness, please go back."

He didn't want to ruin the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine by treating patients.

It has disgraced the Great Xia.

Even though... she was his most beloved wife.

When it comes to the greater good of the nation and its people, everything else must take a backseat.

He had already restrained himself; otherwise, given his temper, he would have kicked this arrogant young man out long ago.

"Guodong..."

Luo Yishui gently pressed his hand down, her eyes tender yet resolute.

Chen Guodong took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"Yaocheng, my younger brother."

Wang Shiyu tugged at Ye Yaocheng: "Let's go back."

She was really worried.

Ye Yaocheng didn't move. He looked at Chen Guodong and suddenly spoke, his voice calm but firm.

"Mr. Mayor."

"I know that matters of national importance are not child's play, and I understand your intentions."

Chen Guodong was taken aback, not knowing what the other party meant by saying that.

Ye Yaocheng's eyes turned serious: "Please give me this chance. I only have one request, and that is to believe in me."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Please also believe in what our ancestors passed down."

Chen Guodong stared at him for a long time.

The young man's eyes were so calm, so composed, that he didn't look like a twenty-year-old.

"it is good."

Chen Guodong finally nodded, his tone serious: "I'll give you a chance."

He stared at Ye Yaocheng: "But I only have one request: don't bring shame to traditional Chinese medicine."

"rest assured."

Ye Yaocheng smiled, his expression firm: "I will not disgrace our ancestors."

He looked at the crowd and said earnestly, "Please believe me!"

Everyone was somewhat moved, and the atmosphere in the living room relaxed a little.

Ye Yaocheng walked up to Luo Yishui.

He didn't rush to take her pulse, but instead observed her face first.

His complexion was sallow, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were purple—typical signs of depleted vitality.

"Madam," he asked softly, "have you been feeling particularly unwell lately?"

Luo Yishui thought for a moment: "I often suffer from insomnia and vivid dreams, and I also experience chest tightness and pain."

She clutched her chest: "I have a feeling that something is taking my life away."

Ye Yaocheng's eyes narrowed, and he reached out and took Luo Yishui's wrist.

Close your eyes and take my pulse.

Five minutes later.

He opened his eyes and smiled.

"How is it?" Wang Shiyu asked nervously.

"Found it."

Ye Yaocheng withdrew his hand: "Madam is not ill, but poisoned."

"Poisoning?!"

Several people in the living room exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

"good."

Ye Yaocheng nodded: "It's datura poisoning."

He explained, "This poison is colorless and odorless. After being inhaled for a period of time, it will gradually erode the heart vessels, eventually leading to heart failure and death."

"Hahaha!"

John couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I've heard of man-eating flowers, but what's this datura flower? I've never even heard of it!"

He looked at Chen Guodong: "Mr. Mayor, is this young man telling a fairy tale?"

Chen Guodong's face darkened.

He felt... he might have really trusted the wrong person.

What is datura poison?

This is utterly absurd!

He's really disgraced our ancestors!

"No."

Just then, Elder Jiang suddenly spoke up: "This poison... does indeed exist."

Everyone looked at him.

"Old Jiang, is it true?" Chen Guodong was stunned.

"have."

Old Master Jiang's expression was solemn: "I once saw a record in an ancient book that the datura flower is a strange poison from the Western Regions, colorless and odorless, killing people invisibly."

He looked at Ye Yaocheng, his eyes filled with a complex mix of confusion and doubt: "But... how could this kind of poison appear on the mainland?"

Ye Yaocheng frowned as well: "That's also my question."

He asked Luo Yishui, "Madam, did you travel far before you fell ill?"

"no."

Luo Yishui shook her head: "I haven't left Linjiang in the last two years."

Never left?

Where did this poison come from?

Ye Yaocheng's heart sank; this matter... was not simple.

But now is not the time to delve into it.

"lady."

He gathered his thoughts: "The source of the illness has been found. I will treat you now."

Luo Yishui nodded.

Ye Yaocheng looked at Elder Jiang with a humble attitude: "Senior, I wonder... do you have any silver needles?"

He didn't want to appear too outrageous; using true qi to condense needles out of thin air was simply too absurd.

Yes! Yes!

Old Jiang dared not be ambiguous.

Even he couldn't see the illness, but this young man could, which means that his medical skills are definitely better than his!

He quickly took out a box of silver needles from his medicine box and handed it over.

Ye Yaocheng took it, opened it, and his eyes lit up.

The silver needle is neither gold nor silver; its body has a faint bluish luster.

The needle tip is engraved with fine cloud patterns.

"This is... a Cold Iron Cloud Pattern Needle?"

Old Jiang asked in surprise, "Young man, do you know him?"

"I've heard of it."

Ye Yaocheng nodded.

This set of needles is a treasure of medicine; I never expected it to be in the hands of Elder Jiang.

"lady."

He took out a needle and looked at Luo Yishui: "Take a deep breath, it won't hurt."

Luo Yishui looked at the silver needles that gleamed with a cold light, feeling somewhat afraid, but she still took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

The moment she closed her eyes, Ye Yaocheng moved!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!"

Nine silver needles fell almost simultaneously, so fast that only afterimages could be seen!

The silver needles were precisely inserted into nine major acupoints on Luo Yishui's body!

The needle tip trembled slightly, emitting a faint hum.

"This...this is?!"

Old Jiang's eyes widened, and his body trembled uncontrollably!

He stared intently at the point where the nine needles would land, his voice trembling: "The Nine Yang Divine Needles?!"

"This is actually the long-lost Nine Yang Divine Needles?!"

Ye Yaocheng did not answer.

He was completely focused, his fingers gently twisting the end of the needle.

True energy flowed through the silver needles and into Luo Yishui's body.

Time passed, second by second.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Ye Yaocheng's forehead.

Pain began to show on Luo Yishui's face; her brows furrowed and her lips trembled.

"Yi Shui..."

Chen Guodong nervously grasped her hand.

Sudden--

"puff!"

Luo Yishui's body trembled, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood!

"Yi Shui!!"

Chen Guodong was shocked and jumped to his feet!

He turned to look at Ye Yaocheng, his eyes flashing with anger: "Boy! What do you mean by this?! How could Yishui vomit blood?!"

"Guodong..."

Just then, Luo Yishui spoke weakly.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes brightening considerably.

She took a deep breath, her voice filled with disbelief.

"I feel...much more relaxed."