Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

Whether or not you can latch onto a powerful figure depends on this one tremor!

Walking over to the wicker chair, Qin Ning first carefully observed the patient. The patient's expression was normal, and his face was rosy. From the outside, he looked perfectly normal, and no one would guess that he was a patient who could only move freely for one hour a day.

Two hours... I don't know if he'll have time to eat or use the restroom.

Well, as long as you don't go to the place of reincarnation at the exact time like Old Master Yu, it should be fine.

Gathering her scattered thoughts, Qin Ning took out her acupuncture kit, took out a new acupuncture needle, and handed it to the physician for examination.

After the other party confirmed that there was no problem, he took back the silver needles, squatted down, and whispered:

"I'm sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, the acupuncture needle was drawn out, and half of it pierced into the tiger's mouth of the prince's right palm. Qin Ning's eyelids twitched slightly, and the shock in his eyes almost overflowed.

If we use "Aman" as the unit of measurement, then the amount of plague energy in the body of the person in front of us now is at least ten thousand "Aman".

This isn't a human... it's clearly a walking plague...

After calming himself down, Qin Ning used his [Plague Qi] supernatural power to examine the distribution of the plague qi within the prince's body. He discovered that the prince's torso, limbs, and internal organs were all completely filled with plague qi.

Only the mental center of the head was completely empty.

That's probably why he's able to stay sober now.

In addition, Qin Ning discovered that the source of this vast sea of ​​plague energy all originated from the Crown Prince's heart. He attempted to use his supernatural powers to absorb a portion of the plague energy from that area.

In an instant, the stagnant plague energy within the other person's body suddenly surged and rushed into Qin Ning's body through the acupuncture needle.

!!!

As if these plague energies were sentient, after entering Qin Ning's body, they went straight to his brow, and a feeling of drowsiness immediately washed over him.

Without hesitation, he immediately activated his divine power [Greed], and the dark vortex frantically devoured and refined the food, thus preventing him from following in Huang Mu's footsteps.

Since the start of his treatment, the young master had been resting with his eyes closed. One of the two physicians noticed that Qin Ning's complexion was off and was about to say something, but after seeing that he was alright, he swallowed his words.

What a domineering and strange disease... After waiting for a long time, the plague in the prince's body finally subsided, and Qin Ning dared not disturb the source in his heart again.

After pondering silently for a moment, he took out the bottle of Qi-replenishing pills given to him by Feng Hanying and placed it at his feet.

With my current abilities, I definitely can't cure this strange disease. Even if I take my time, it will take several months... However, my main purpose in being here today is not to seek treatment.

How can one not cure the Crown Prince, but still rely on the powerful Prince Su's mansion?

Qin Ning began slowly extracting the plague energy from the prince's body while silently waiting.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour.

Thanks to his two supernatural abilities, [Greed] and [Plague], his performance had already impressed the two physicians standing behind the rattan chair.

The two exchanged a glance; their years of tacit understanding required no further words, and they read a message in each other's eyes.

This child is able to control needles with his qi and fight against the strange illness in the prince's body for so long; he should be admitted to a good medical institution.

At four quarters of an hour, Qin Ning stopped gently stroking the silver needles.

The assistant physician at the clinic thought he couldn't hold on any longer, but then he saw the young seventh-rank acupuncturist pick up a porcelain bottle from the ground, pour a Qi-replenishing pill into his mouth, and continue to use the silver needles in his hand.

Still not asleep... Although Qin Ning's gaze remained focused on the acupuncture needles in her hand, her attention was entirely concerned about whether the young master had fallen ill.

Five quarters of an hour, six quarters of an hour.

Qin Ning swallowed the last Qi-replenishing pill to ensure he was in peak condition.

At this moment, the dense plague energy within the prince's body, which was as vast as the ocean yet as calm as stagnant water, finally began to change once again.

As if a great river had burst its banks, they rushed into the prince's mind, instantly filling his empty head and spiritual center.

At the same time, Prince Su, who was on the rattan chair, also instantly fell into a deep sleep from his dozing.

Finally asleep... Qin Ning's expression remained normal as she used the acupuncture needles in her hand to selectively extract the plague energy entrenched in the prince's skull.

There's no need to cure the other party; just wake them up, even if only for a short while. This method should be enough to impress the Prince Su, who is obsessed with playing chess.

By fully activating his two divine abilities, even at the cost of consuming some of the life essence in his dantian, Qin Ning was already sweating profusely within a quarter of an hour, and his complexion was no longer as healthy and rosy as before.

A while later...

Fortunately, the amount of plague gas that surged in was not much... Seeing that the plague gas that had entered his head was about to run out, Qin Ning's tense body relaxed slightly.

On the other side.

Prince Su, holding a black chess piece in his hand, hesitated to make a move on the chessboard.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, glanced at the sky, and with a flick of his wide sleeves across the chessboard, the pieces instantly became chaotic. "I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore. It's getting late, Yan'er should go back to rest. Eldest sister's dinner should be ready by now."

As he spoke, ignoring the helpless look in the eyes of the person sitting opposite him, he stood up with a nonchalant expression. "Hmm? Still persisting with this seventh-grade acupuncture?"

Prince Su walked up to the rattan chair, blinked his eyes which had shrunk due to his weight gain, and was about to speak.

Then they saw Li Qingyan on the rattan chair slowly open his eyes, looking somewhat bewildered.

"I slept so fast today...wait, you, doctor, actually woke me up halfway through the night."

His tone wasn't particularly surprised, just slightly taken aback.

The two seventh-rank physicians were surprised, and their evaluation of Qin Ning's medical skills rose even higher.

Prince Su's gaze swept over Qin Ning, a look of interest on his face, and he beckoned to the ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

"Lord Yan, come and take a look. The doctor that little girl Manyin found has actually woken up Yan'er."

Qin Ning sensed something was off from the tone of Prince Su and his son.

Why... they don't seem too surprised by this.

The middle-aged man stood up, walked closer, and took out a finger from his sleeve, placing it on Li Qingyan's brow.

After a moment, he calmly said, "It's more thorough than what the two physicians did, and it can keep the young master conscious for an extra hour."

Prince Su blinked and looked at Qin Ning, who was so exhausted that he collapsed to the ground: "You're not bad. Stay by Yan'er's side for now. Remember to go to the manor to receive a second-class retainer's waist token."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeve and turned to leave with the middle-aged man.

After waking up, the Crown Prince smiled kindly at Qin Ning, got up from the rattan chair, and left with the help of his attendants.

Judging from their words, they already had a similar method to suppress the strange illness on the prince... A thoughtful look flashed in Qin Ning's eyes.

The associate doctor stepped forward and reached out to pull him up from the ground.

After the other party explained, Qin Ning finally understood.

It turned out that the other party had long noticed the pattern of the strange illness in the prince's body. Every time the plague entered his brain, if the prince had urgent matters to attend to, three seventh-rank physicians would step in to temporarily suppress the plague in his brain.

However, even with the combined efforts of the two skilled physicians, the prince could only remain conscious for an additional hour.

The physician that the eldest princess invited was more skilled, but he had to leave the day before yesterday due to other commitments.

"Young friend, you are so young...your medical skills are already so superb, your future is limitless. Would you be willing to join my medical academy?"

The deputy doctor is directly extending an olive branch.

As far as I know... a good doctor can only be a ninth-rank physician.

Qin Ning, who was praised for her promising future, decisively rejected this career with little future prospects.

He secretly sighed to himself, realizing that even with supernatural powers, one should not underestimate the heroes of the world.

However... it seems that he did indeed manage to get close to this powerful backer.