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Dead silence.

An eerie, deathly silence fell over the entire cell, inside and out.

Only the gradually calming breathing of Li Dagang and Mo Zhai echoed softly in the air.

All eyes were fixed on the two weak faces on the cushion, then suddenly shifted to the young man in the blue robe standing with his hands behind his back.

Shock, horror, disbelief, ecstasy, bewilderment... a variety of complex emotions churned and intertwined in everyone's hearts.

He actually did it?!

The person whom Hu Qingxuan, the successor of the Immortal Doctor Valley, had personally determined was doomed, was actually pulled back from the brink of death by him.

Moreover, judging from the situation, not only has his life been saved, but even his cultivation foundation seems to be undamaged.

This goes beyond mere medical skill; it's practically defying fate.

All eyes turned to Hu Qingxuan once again.

The genius from the Immortal Medicine Valley, who had just been so confident and proud as a peacock, was now deathly pale.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with extreme shock, and a hint of collapse from shattered beliefs.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Her grandfather Du Jun's sighing gaze, the complex and indescribable looks from those around her, and especially Zhang Yu's calm yet tangible stare, made her wish she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

We lost...we lost miserably.

It wasn't just the bet; it was also her prized medical skills and even the thousand-year-old reputation of her sect that were utterly crushed in the face of that miracle.

"Using qi to form needles, and emptiness to create talismans... drawing upon the essence of life to reshape the shattered body..."

Du Jun muttered to himself, a terrifying glint flashing in his old eyes as he stared intently at Zhang Yu, as if trying to see right through him.

He knew Zhang Yu was a skilled doctor, but he never expected him to be this good.

The princes looked at Zhang Yu with even more intense gazes, which contained an indescribable sense of importance and... a hint of awe.

He can control the Heavenly Prison Array, is proficient in alchemy, array formations, and martial arts, and now he has displayed such heaven-defying medical skills...

Just how many tricks is he hiding?

Xiao Xuan, hidden in the shadows, became even more excited. With such proficiency in so many skills and such high levels of mastery, he must undoubtedly be the reincarnation of a great being.

Xiao Xuan was unaware that the system's rewards were quite generous. Over the past three years, Zhang Yu had maxed out almost all of his auxiliary skills, except for his martial arts cultivation.

Previously, due to his cultivation level, many of his skills could not exert their full power, or were even unusable.

But now that Zhang Yu's cultivation level has improved, he can naturally use these auxiliary skills at will.

The one with the most active mind was Xiao Fenghua.

Having dealt with government affairs for many years, her calculating mind immediately began to work at high speed.

Hiring an ordinary disciple from the Valley of Healers to serve in the royal family or an important department would require an astronomical sum of money in remuneration and resources to be offered each year.

Moreover, the other party is arrogant and has many rules, making them difficult to persuade.

If we could persuade Zhang Yu...

Xiao Fenghua's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Zhang Yu's medical skills are clearly superior to Hu Qingxuan's, and may even be comparable to those of the elders of the Immortal Medicine Valley.

Moreover, he was in the State of Wei, right here in the Heavenly Prison, and had close ties with the royal family (especially the sisters).

If Zhang Yu could agree to occasionally treat some key figures or provide some medical support, how many resources would that save for the Wei Kingdom?

How many thorny problems can it solve?

This is not just about saving money, but also about a strategic advantage.

Imagine this: when the enemy's top experts are critically injured and on the verge of death, they are helpless, while the Wei Kingdom has a divine physician like Zhang Yu who can "bring the dead back to life."

The significance of this is self-evident.

Just as Xiao Fenghua was getting more and more excited, figuring out how to start the conversation and what conditions she could use to move Zhang Yu, a soft little hand gently tugged at her sleeve.

Xiao Fenghua turned her head and met her younger sister Xiao Meier's charming and affectionate eyes, which were now flashing with a cunning light.

Xiao Meier winked at her and, in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, said with a hint of smugness and teasing:

"Sister, look at you, so pathetic, your eyes are practically popping out. Don't worry, I'll take care of winning over your brother-in-law... no, I mean, winning over Young Master Zhang!"

She slightly puffed out her proud chest, gave Xiao Fenghua a knowing look, and continued to transmit her voice:

"However, even close sisters should keep clear accounts."

If the deal goes through, remember to share half of the saved offerings and the benefits that come with it with me!

Xiao Fenghua was taken aback at first, and glared at her irritably, but her eyes did not show any opposition. Instead, they carried a hint of expectation and... indulgence.

Her younger sister, aside from other skills, certainly has a knack for dealing with men.

Perhaps... it really can happen?

The two sisters were secretly plotting something.

On the other side, Zhang Yu's gaze had returned to Hu Qingxuan, who was standing there pale and stunned.

He didn't urge her, but just watched her quietly, waiting for her to fulfill the bet.

After the initial collapse and confusion, Hu Qingxuan felt Zhang Yu's calm yet unquestionable gaze, and her delicate body trembled slightly. She finally recovered from the boundless shock and shame.

She looked at Zhang Yu with an extremely complex expression.

She opened her mouth, her voice dry and hoarse, trembling noticeably:

"I...I..."

"I...I'm willing to accept the consequences of my bet."

You win; I was blind and my medical skills were inadequate.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

She stiffened her neck, her eyes darting away, but her tone was unusually firm.

Her decisive attitude of admitting defeat earned her a higher regard from many people present.

Du Jun observed this and nodded inwardly. Although the girl was proud, she was at least responsible for her actions and not a bad person.

All eyes turned to Zhang Yu, filled with curiosity about what conditions he would propose.

Is it to demand the secret manual of the Valley of Healers?

Or will they take the opportunity to demand rare and precious materials or promises of favors?

Zhang Yu did not answer immediately, but instead glanced at Du Jun beside him.

At this moment, Old Master Du Jun was stroking his beard, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, making a gesture that said, "The weather is nice today, I didn't see or hear anything."

The meaning is clear: I don't care, you can handle this girl yourself. As long as you don't kill or maim her, you can train her however you want.

Zhang Yu understood.

This old man was deliberately using his own hand to teach his proud and arrogant granddaughter a lesson.

It seems that Hu Qingxuan has been spoiled in the Valley of the Immortal Physicians. She should be taught a lesson and shown that there are always people more capable than herself.

So, under everyone's expectant gaze, Zhang Yu stroked his chin, his tone as calm as if he were discussing dinner:

"As for the requirements... there's nothing special about them."

What I lack while I'm in this prison is a personal maid who can serve me tea and water and make my bed.

"You're pretty quick and efficient, so you're the one."

"..."

Deathly silence descended once more.

However, this time, the silence was not filled with shock, but with an indescribable absurdity and astonishment.

Serving tea and water?

Making the bed and folding the blankets?

A personal maid?

Hu Qingxuan, the most favored junior sister of the Medical Immortal Valley, the direct disciple of the Valley Master, and the renowned Physician Hu who is treated as an honored guest in the Wei Kingdom... was brought here to do this.

"What...what did you say?"

Hu Qingxuan suddenly looked up, her beautiful eyes wide open, as if she had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

Her pretty face flushed crimson instantly, then turned pale, and finally became a furious, livid hue. "You want me, a direct disciple of the Valley of Healing Immortals, to be your maid?"

She was absolutely furious.

She had considered that Zhang Yu might propose all sorts of harsh or even humiliating conditions, but she never expected that what he would propose was to make her the lowest of maids.

This is even more humiliating than slapping her in the face.

This is simply trampling on the dignity of the Immortal Medicine Valley and Hu Qingxuan herself.

"puff--"

Upon hearing this request, Xiao Yun and Xiao Sheng, who were standing nearby, were first taken aback, then their faces fell, and alarm bells rang in their hearts.

Oh no, I'm going to lose my job.

The two brothers exchanged a glance, both seeing a strong sense of crisis in each other's eyes.

No, I must defend my post.

I absolutely cannot let this fierce girl take the position of my brother-in-law's number one lackey.

On the other side, Xiao Meier was first stunned, then her eyes lit up as if she had discovered a new continent.

She quietly nudged Xiao Fenghua beside her and said in a very low voice:

"I didn't realize this guy was into this kind of thing, he likes the 'maid complex'."

Xiao Fenghua was startled by her sister's words and was taken aback at first. Then she realized what was happening and two barely perceptible blushes appeared on her pretty face.

She rolled her eyes at Xiao Meier, annoyed, and muttered, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're so unserious."

Xiao Meier ignored this and continued in a low voice:

"Go back and arrange for a few ambitious women to dress up as maids and serve you. Whether it works out or not depends on their own methods and luck."