Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

"Why should I?!"

The young apprentice carrying the medicine box immediately stepped forward and said.

"I'm afraid you'll steal my skills, since you haven't paid me tuition. Besides, if you don't do it well, it could easily ruin my reputation."

Although I don't know where these two people got such malice from the moment they met.

But Qin Ning never tolerates this kind of thing.

Moreover, since the other party is a legitimate doctor, if they come in and see something, he would have to spend more time explaining, so it would be better to keep the two of them outside to avoid trouble.

"What a joke! We come from respectable medical families, would we possibly steal the techniques of a country bumpkin like you!"

"When did doctors stop judging medical skills and start judging people by their background? Ha!" Qin Ning sneered.

"Meow!"

The little black cat on his shoulder nodded and flicked its tail, meowing twice.

After saying this, he pushed open the door and went inside, ignoring the two of them. Qin Ning believed that Master Zhao would handle everything well for the sake of his son.

as predicted.

"You two have been treating the child all night; you must be exhausted. Hua'an, quickly take Doctor Dong and the others to the hall to rest."

When the host spoke, the doctor surnamed Dong, though unwilling, could not show it.

He could only suppress his resentment, but he and the apprentice carrying the medicine box did not leave. Instead, they stopped outside the courtyard, ready to see Qin Ning make a fool of himself.

inside the house.

Qin Ning frowned as he looked at Zhao Zhiwei, who was tied to the soft couch and was still struggling and screaming like a fish out of water.

The soft cloths used to bind him had twisted into thin ropes from his struggles, digging deeply into his flesh.

The maids and servants responsible for guarding the bed stood not too far from the bed, but none of them dared to go forward.

[Nine-Generation Infant]

The influence of this little malevolent spirit on people may sound absurd at first. But the white page clearly states that this creature's ultimate quest for maternal love is to return to the environment that feels most familiar and warmest to it.

And what is the most familiar and warmest environment for an unborn baby?

Of course, it's inside the mother's womb.

"Master Zhao, how many days has your son been ill?" Qin Ning asked as he walked towards the bed, waving his hand to signal all the maids and servants in the room to leave.

"The night before last, after Zhiwei went out, something seemed wrong. Fortunately, she was accompanied by two strong servants, who were able to bring her back."

Master Zhao's expression was complicated as he looked at his son on the bed, his eyes filled with both heartache and disappointment.

"Did you go to those red-light districts?"

Beside the bed, Qin Ning took off the medicine box from his back, and took out two earthenware pots and the acupuncture kit that had been with him for a long time.

"I'm ashamed to admit that my son does indeed have a fondness for those brothels and pleasure quarters..."

"Which one did you go to?" Qin Ning continued to press, wanting to confirm whether the little monster inside the person in front of him was the same one that disappeared in the Drunken Flower Pavilion.

Is this question also related to treating my son's illness?

Master Zhao was puzzled, but he didn't say anything. He turned his head to look at the strong servant following beside him.

"In response to your questions, the young master went to the Drunken Flower Pavilion the night before last. He heard that a woman with a northern air had arrived there, but shortly after sitting down, he felt unwell. Hua Xiong and I noticed something was wrong, so we quickly took the young master away..."

Well, so it seems I just missed this young master of the Zhao family.

At that time, he was still within a mile of me, so the Bagua compass still reacted.

The [Nine-Life Infant] is a very weak spirit. Even a normal person with slightly stronger blood and energy would likely be unable to approach it. It can only linger in brothels, seeking out unfortunate souls whose bodies have been completely drained by wine and women.

As for Zhao Zhiwei... Qin Ning placed the earthenware pot by the bedside, held the silver needle, and looked at the person on the bed who was struggling and screaming.

Dark circles under his eyes, sunken cheeks, sunken forehead, and cloudy eyes.

Kidney deficiency is definitely the culprit; it's so typical it could be included in textbooks.

Swish swish!

He thrust out silver needles one after another, piercing the man's head, face, and chest. However, all of this was a performance for Master Zhao's benefit; the real effect came from the single acupuncture needle he gently moved in his hand.

It controls the flow of the pathogenic energy within the opponent's body, avoiding the internal organs and brain, and focusing on the limbs and torso.

Soon, Zhao Zhiwei, like a fish out of water, stopped struggling and lay quietly on the bed.

Standing not far away, Master Zhao's face lit up with joy. Although this young doctor looked young, he was quite skilled. Without relying on medicine, just a few silver needles had completely calmed his son, who had been screaming, which was much more effective than any sleeping powder.

Of course, if he knew the truth, he probably wouldn't be so calm.

Zhao Zhiwei is now on the verge of life and death.

Although Qin Ning was trying his best to contain the plague energy, targeting only the young master's limbs and torso, the human body is, after all, a cyclical system. Now, if he were to tremble even slightly and accidentally give this young master's internal organs even the slightest stimulation, the other party could very well die instantly.

"The host is about to die, why aren't you coming out?"

After carefully manipulating it for a moment, Qin Ning saw that the [Nine-Life Infant] had not detached from the other party's body, and he muttered to himself.

After several dozen breaths, a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The Taoist school is quite adept at dealing with such spirits; when the physical body is about to die, the spirit emerges.

This is the information left by the Daoist Master when he conferred the ordination upon him.

This [Nine-Life Infant] is not Zhao Zhiwei's own spirit. Logically speaking, it should have come out and found a new body long ago... Qin Ning's thoughts surged, and suddenly he turned around and said to Master Zhao without turning his head.

"Bring here the weakest and sickest person in the household, quickly!"

Master Zhao, not understanding the situation, quickly sent someone to handle it.

Outside the courtyard, the two doctors from Liangyisuo who hadn't left stood at the door. Seeing people come out, they looked flustered, but a smile involuntarily crept onto their lips.

"Although the roaring has stopped after being inside for so long, it's obvious that the person wasn't cured. Look at the servant's panicked expression; he's probably saying that the person was killed!" Doctor Dong's voice revealed a hint of schadenfreude.

Although the apprentice carrying the medicine box felt that these words were somewhat inappropriate, he still smiled and nodded in agreement because of the other party's status.

Several dozen breaths later.

The strong servant came running in, panting, carrying an old man with a white beard, white hair, and white eyebrows.

Qin Ning turned around to look, but before he could speak, he heard Master Zhao exclaim in surprise.

"Why did you bring my dad here?!"

*Pfft...* His silver needle trembled, and he almost lost control of the plague energy within Zhao Zhiwei's body.

The servant said aggrievedly, "Didn't you tell me to bring the thinnest and weakest person in the household...?"

"Then you can't..."

Qin Ning barely managed to control himself and suppressed the absurd laughter, saying, "Quickly, invite the old master to the bedside."

The somewhat bewildered old man was led to the bedside.

Suddenly, Zhao Zhiwei's body underwent a strange movement.

A phantom that only Qin Ning could see quietly emerged. Its features were not very clear, and its size was no different from that of an infant. After pausing briefly in mid-air, it suddenly rushed towards the old man.

As expected, he was right. The reason why the [Nine-Life Infant] was not emerging was simply because there was no suitable host in the house.

Now that a sufficiently weak person has arrived, it senses that the host is about to die and immediately seeks a new vessel.

I've been waiting for you for so long!