Alert! The Dragon Lord has emerged from seclusion!

"I've come to see Qingcheng," Ye Zhenhai said coldly. "Get out of my way."

"Well... Mr. Ye instructed that Miss needs to rest and shouldn't be visited." The bald man blocked her way. "Why don't you call Mr. Ye first?"

"Do I need my son's permission to see my own granddaughter?" Ye Zhenhai roared. "Get out of my way!"

The bald man remained unmoved: "Old man, don't make things difficult for us."

The atmosphere was tense.

Lin Chen suddenly spoke up: "Miss Ye, have you been waking up in the middle of the night lately, saying there's someone outside the window? And the temperature in the ward, no matter how high the air conditioning is set, is always bone-chillingly cold?"

The bald man was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "How did you know...?"

He realized he had misspoke as soon as the words left his mouth and quickly shut up.

"Because this isn't an illness, it's being possessed by evil spirits." Lin Chen stepped forward, pushing his wheelchair. "I'm a highly skilled person invited by Elder Ye, specializing in handling these kinds of matters."

"If you keep stopping her, and something really happens to Miss Ye, can you take responsibility?"

The bald man's expression changed.

He did know that the ward was strange; several of the brothers on duty said they heard strange noises at night, and one of the bodyguards even had a high fever for three days for no apparent reason.

"Get out of the way," Ye Zhenhai shouted again.

The bald man gritted his teeth and stepped aside to let him in: "Please, sir. However... only you and this gentleman can go in, and the time cannot exceed half an hour."

That's enough.

At the end of the corridor are two heavy solid wood doors.

As soon as the door opened, a blast of cold air hit us.

It's early autumn now, and the outdoor temperature is still in the twenties, but this ward is as cold as an icebox.

The air conditioner displays 30 degrees Celsius, but the actual perceived temperature may be less than 10 degrees Celsius.

The ward is very large, with a suite-like structure.

The outer room is the living room, and the inner room is the bedroom.

A young woman sits in a wheelchair, her back to the door and her face to the floor-to-ceiling window.

She was wearing a thick down jacket and wrapped in a blanket, but she was still shivering slightly.

Upon hearing the sound, she slowly turned her head.

Lin Chen saw Ye Qingcheng.

Unlike the spirited woman in the portrait on the marriage certificate, she was now as pale as paper, with purple lips and sunken eyes.

But those eyes still held an indomitable wildness.

"Grandpa?" Her voice was weak, but filled with surprise. "Why are you here?"

"I've come to see you." Ye Zhenhai's eyes were red as he pushed the wheelchair over. "This is Mr. Lin Chen, a miracle doctor introduced by Grandpa Qin. He can cure you."

Ye Qingcheng looked at Lin Chen, her gaze scrutinizing him: "A miracle doctor? My uncle consulted so many experts, but it was all useless..."

"They treat 'illnesses,' but this isn't an illness in you." Lin Chen walked up to her, squatted down, and said, "Miss Ye, I apologize for taking your pulse now."

He reached out and gently placed his fingers on her wrist.

It was cold to the touch, and the pulse was irregular and weak.

But at a deeper level, a pure yet violent cold yin energy was rampaging through the meridians—the same Nine Yin Body as Qin Yurou, but more severely eroded by the yin energy.

and……

Lin Chen's eyes sharpened.

Near Ye Qingcheng's heart meridian, he sensed an extremely hidden, sinister aura, lurking like a time bomb.

"Besides the cold, yin energy within you, there is also a 'Heart-Locking Curse'," Lin Chen said in a deep voice. "This curse usually lies dormant, but it will erupt and freeze your heart meridian instantly if someone tries to forcibly remove the yin energy."

Ye Qingcheng's pupils contracted slightly: "Heart-Locking Curse? What's that?"

"A vicious restriction, usually used to control hostages or puppets." Lin Chen withdrew his hand. "The caster can detonate it at any time and can also remotely sense your condition."

"There must be someone with black magic around your uncle."

Ye Zhenhai trembled with rage: "Beast...this beast!"

"Can it be solved?" Ye Qingcheng asked calmly, as if she were asking someone else's question.

"Yes, but we need to prepare." Lin Chen got up and walked to the window.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the city night view, brightly lit, but when he activated his Yang Spirit Eye, he saw a very faint layer of black mist clinging to the window glass.

This is a surveillance-type evil spell; the caster can sense any movement outside the window.

"It's not safe here. The caster might be monitoring you at any time." Lin Chen turned around. "Miss Ye, if you want to live, you must leave the hospital."

Ye Qingcheng laughed, a weak yet defiant laugh: "I've wanted to leave for a long time, but can I? There are four bodyguards outside the door, and eight more downstairs."

"The entire floor is under surveillance."

"If you cooperate, I can take you away," Lin Chen said, looking at her. "But the process will be very dangerous, and once you leave, it will mean you've completely broken ties with your uncle."

Ye Qingcheng remained silent for a moment, then looked at her grandfather.

Ye Zhenhai nodded emphatically: "Qingcheng, go with him. Grandpa will risk his old bones to stop your uncle."

"Okay." Ye Qingcheng no longer hesitated. "When?"

"Tonight." Lin Chen took out a talisman from his pocket, bit his fingertip, and drew it with his blood.

"This is a 'Substitute Talisman,' which can create an illusion of you that lasts for two hours. We need to leave the East Sea quietly during this time."

He affixed the talisman to Ye Qingcheng's back, then took out a copper coin and pressed it against her forehead: "Close your eyes and imagine you lying in bed sleeping."

Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes as instructed.

The copper coin glowed faintly, and a phantom exactly like her separated from her body, slowly drifting towards the bed in the bedroom, lying down, and covering herself with the blanket.

The real Ye Qingcheng instantly concealed her aura, becoming invisible to ordinary people.

"Go through the window." Lin Chen opened the French windows, letting in a blast of cold wind.

This is the 18th floor.

Ye Qingcheng looked out the window, showing no fear whatsoever. Instead, a long-lost glint of light flashed in her eyes: "How do we get down?"

Lin Chen took out a specially made rappelling rope and hook from his backpack: "Use this. Are you scared?"

Ye Qingcheng grinned, her face pale but her arrogance undiminished: "When I was doing wingsuit flying, it was much more exciting than this."

"Good!" Lin Chen's eyes showed appreciation.

This third fiancée is certainly wild enough.

Five minutes later, the two quietly descended to the third-floor platform via a zipline, and then went down to the underground parking garage via the fire escape stairs.

Old Chen's car was already waiting at the designated location.

The two got into the car, drove away from the hospital, and merged into the traffic.

Ye Qingcheng leaned back in her seat, watching the lights rushing past the window, and said softly, "It's been three months... This is the first time I feel like I'm still alive."

Lin Chen handed her a warm energy drink: "Conserve your energy; the battle has only just begun."

The car headed toward the dock—where the Su family had arranged a speedboat that could leave the East China Sea overnight and head to Lin'an.

But just as they were about to reach the dock, Old Chen suddenly braked!

At the intersection ahead, three black SUVs blocked the way.

The car door opened, and Ye Wenyuan stepped out.

He was around fifty years old, dressed in a smart suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and looked like a successful businessman.

But the sinister look in his eyes betrayed his true nature.