Courtyard House: Wudang Disciple Sweeps Through the Compound

Upon seeing this, Chen Wenqi quickly stepped forward, a genuine look of tension appearing on his face.

He reached out and steadily supported Chang Xu, asking her with urgent concern.

"It's nothing, it's just an old ailment, it's nothing serious."

Chang Xu barely managed to sit up on the lawn, taking several deep breaths before finally calming down from the piercing pain.

He waved to Chen Wenqi, indicating that he didn't need to worry so much.

Chen Wenqi didn't say much. He simply stretched out his finger and gently placed it on Chang Xu's wrist pulse, carefully examining it.

His expression was incredibly focused, just like that of a seasoned and experienced doctor.

Chang Xu was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He couldn't help but ask, his tone full of disbelief and astonishment.

"You also know medicine? How come I've never heard you mention it before?"

Chen Wenqi did not respond, but continued to concentrate on taking his pulse and diagnosing him, though his brows involuntarily furrowed slightly.

After a moment, he finally realized that Chang Xu's body was already outwardly strong but inwardly weak, riddled with holes and fraught with hidden dangers.

He has several bullet hole scars on his body, and he also suffered serious internal injuries after being shot.

He is still young and strong now, so these chronic illnesses will not flare up for the time being. But once he gets old and frail, these hidden internal injuries will erupt all at once, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

In mild cases, patients may be bedridden and suffer from various ailments; in severe cases, they may even suffer a stroke and become paralyzed, unable to take care of themselves even in basic daily life.

"You have suffered severe trauma, especially to your lungs, which were once fatally damaged, resulting in serious damage to your lung vessels and a weakened foundation."

Chen Wenqi slowly withdrew his hand and said in a solemn voice.

"Even with such severe injuries, you still managed to cultivate Xingyi Quan to the level of Anjin. It's truly an absolute miracle. Your perseverance is truly admirable."

"You actually know medicine?"

Chang Xu was truly shocked, and her eyes were filled with disbelief and horror as she looked at Chen Wenqi.

He never imagined that this seemingly young boy was not only incredibly skilled in martial arts, but also so knowledgeable in medical principles. He was like an unfathomable treasure.

"Lie down first."

Chen Wenqi carefully helped him lie down and said softly, "I'll give you an acupuncture treatment to temporarily relieve the old injury to your lungs."

"what?"

Chang Xu was stunned again. Before he could fully react, he saw Chen Wenqi take a small package out of his pocket.

He opened the package and looked closely; inside were rows of exquisitely crafted gold needles.

These gold needles were all forged by Chen Wenqi himself from pure gold. They are of superior quality and far superior to the ordinary items on the market.

After briefly disinfecting the gold needles, Chen Wenqi flicked his wrist, quickly located the acupoints, and steadily inserted several gold needles into Chang Xu's body.

Chang Xu immediately felt a warm current flowing slowly into his lungs through the golden needle. The warm and comfortable feeling was like being immersed in a warm hot spring, so comfortable that he couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Chang Xu closed her eyes contentedly, fully enjoying this rare moment of relaxation.

Chen Wenqi sat quietly to the side and waited patiently. After about ten minutes, he slowly reached out and gently pulled out the gold needles one by one.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better now?"

Chen Wenqi looked at him and asked softly.

Chang Xu took a deep breath and found that the dull pain in her lungs had completely disappeared.

"Dude, how did you do that?"

He jumped up from the ground, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "Has my chronic lung injury, which has plagued me for so many years, finally healed completely?"

You see, this old injury to his lungs has been bothering him for many years. He can manage on ordinary days, but when the weather changes, the pain becomes excruciating and unbearable.

Having just undergone acupuncture treatment by Chen Wenqi, he experienced such a comfortable and relaxed feeling for the first time.

Don't get your hopes up too high.

Chen Wenqi couldn't help but laugh at his appearance and explained, "This acupuncture is just to temporarily relieve your pain."

"Your condition requires long-term use of herbal medicine to gradually regulate your body. To completely cure it, you need at least three months of continuous treatment."

"You mean, there's still hope that my illness can be completely cured?"

Chang Xu's shock at this moment was completely beyond words.

Even the leading experts at the military hospital were helpless with his injury and could only advise him to go home and rest. But Chen Wenqi casually said that it could be cured. This kind of miraculous medical skill can only be described as a miracle cure.

"You don't believe me?"

Chen Wenqi raised an eyebrow and asked in return with a half-smile.

Chang Xu then came to his senses as if waking from a dream. Upon reflection, he realized that Chen Wenqi, at such a young age, had already cultivated martial arts to the level of the Embracing the Core, a realm that even grandmasters of the Transformation Realm could hardly match. Therefore, it was not surprising that he possessed such superb medical skills.

Chen Wenqi took out a small notebook from his backpack, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote down a series of medicinal herbs. Then he carefully handed the prescription to Chang Xu.

"Follow this prescription and brew one dose of the herbal decoction every day."

He looked at Chang Xu and carefully instructed him: "Remember to use three bowls of water, simmer over low heat until reduced to one bowl, and take it once before bed every day."

"After a month, I will decide whether to adjust the prescription based on your recovery progress."

Chang Xu, as if he had found a treasure, carefully folded the prescription and solemnly put it into his inner pocket.

He secretly rejoiced, thinking that today's trip was definitely worthwhile.

He knew perfectly well that if Chen Wenqi could really cure his lung disease that had plagued him for so many years, then he would owe Chen Wenqi a huge favor.

Chang Xu looked at Chen Wenqi with a solemn expression and said earnestly, word by word, "Brother, from now on, as long as you ask, no matter what it is, as long as it doesn't violate any principles, I will definitely handle it properly for you without any hesitation."

"You said the same thing last time."

Chen Wenqi smiled faintly and responded in a relaxed tone.

"Haha, now that you mention it, I really owe you more and more favors."

Chang Xu scratched the back of his head, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.

He knew perfectly well that Chen Wenqi's meticulous guidance in Xingyi Quan was already a huge favor, not to mention that he had also helped him alleviate his long-standing injuries.

Chen Wenqi looked up at the sky and reminded him, "It's almost noon, we need to hurry home for lunch."

"How about I treat you to hot pot? Consider it my way of thanking you."

Chang Xu continued to make the suggestion with undiminished enthusiasm.

"Let's do it another day, when we're free next time."

Chen Wenqi smiled and politely declined his offer.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Chang Xu didn't insist any further and waved to him readily: "Okay, then let's reschedule for another day. Don't make excuses then."

After parting ways with Chang Xu, Chen Wenqi rode his bicycle, carrying his younger brother and sister, slowly making his way towards Nanluoguxiang.

To Chen Wenqi's surprise, he unexpectedly gained 50 merit points for treating Chang Xu's injuries with acupuncture and prescribing medicine to regulate his body.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "It seems that healing the sick and saving lives is indeed an effective way to accumulate merit."

After returning to Courtyard No. 95, Chen Wenqi's smile gradually faded, and his eyes became sharp and serious.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he saw his mother bustling about in the kitchen, her figure appearing exceptionally busy.

He quickly stepped forward, wanting to help out, but his mother laughed and pushed him back into the living room.

He looked around and found that the house had been cleaned spotlessly, with a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Chen Wenqi subtly used his mental energy to quietly investigate the situation at Yi Zhonghai's home.

He discovered that Yi Zhonghai was not home, but judging from the lingering scent inside, he must have just left not long ago.

The older woman was nowhere to be seen either; she probably went out to buy groceries.

Without further hesitation, Chen Wenqi flashed into the Xuanwu Secret Realm.

A moment later, he had transformed into a rugged middle-aged man with a thick beard.

Using the magical power of the Xuanwu Secret Realm teleportation, he appeared with perfect accuracy at the entrance of the alley near No. 95 Courtyard.

That old man Yan Bugui is probably fishing by the river at this time. The courtyard gate is deserted and unusually quiet.

Having completed his disguise, Chen Wenqi picked up a heavy brick at the door and tore off a piece of tattered cloth. Then, he strode towards the central courtyard.

The journey was very smooth, and we didn't encounter any neighbors.

Just as Yi Zhonghai picked up a basin of hot water and poured it out, he turned around and saw a strange figure barge in without warning.

He froze on the spot, scrutinizing the other man warily, but couldn't recognize him at all.

Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him. He forced himself to remain calm and asked, "Who are you? What do you want in my house?"

He never expected to encounter such an uninvited guest in broad daylight in this bustling courtyard, let alone that someone would dare to so blatantly barge in and commit murder.

Chen Wenqi didn't say a word of nonsense. Suddenly, he pulled out the brick from behind him and, with all his might, smashed it hard into Yi Zhonghai's face.

Yi Zhonghai let out a piercing scream, his body falling straight backward and crashing heavily to the ground.