Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

"Can you hear me?"

The boy nodded.

"Did you save me? And your companions?"

The boy nodded again.

Thank you.

"~~~~~"

Seeing that the other party could only make a coughing motion without making a sound, Qin Ning raised a single eyebrow.

Are the methods of the Miscellaneous School of Cultivation really that strange? By the way, what did this child say wrong that made Feng Hanying so angry?

"...I am a doctor. Here, come with me. I may not be able to cure Miss Feng's methods, but I can cure your cough."

As Qin Ning spoke, he turned and went into the felt tent, opened the acupuncture kit on the pile of dry hay, and took out a filiform needle.

Looking back, I saw the boy still standing at the door, looking hesitant.

He smiled, holding the acupuncture needle, "Don't worry, with me here, the cat won't do anything."

Yesterday, through his conversation with Feng Hanying, Qin Ning learned that the little black cat seemed to have had some conflict with one of the two teenagers.

Seeing that the boy still hesitated, Qin Ning simply took the acupuncture kit and went out of the tent.

It doesn't matter where you use it anyway.

"It won't hurt, it might feel a little sore, don't worry."

Qin Ning gently comforted the young man, rolling up his sleeves.

Swish!

His technique was swift and precise, inserting the silver needle shallowly into the Quchi acupoint near the boy's elbow.

Qin Ning is clearly skilled in acupuncture, as evidenced by her willingness to tutor her junior.

But for now... after inserting the silver needle, he silently activated the [Divine Power: Plague Qi] using it as a medium.

A few seconds later, the boy's silent cough stopped, and a look of surprise appeared on his ruddy face.

Qin Ning, feeling the plague entering his body, secretly made a judgment.

Although the supernatural power described it as being able to absorb, store, and release plague energy, Qin Ning was, after all, a being of flesh and blood, and could not accumulate it indefinitely like the plague herb.

"With my current physical condition, I estimate that if I store up the amount of plague energy in the body of thirty of these teenagers, it will start to affect me."

Using the other party as a unit of measurement, Qin Ning silently activated Greedy Devouring to refine all the plague energy he had just inhaled.

After removing the silver needles and placing them back in the box, the presence of the "epidemic-dispelling magic" saved the need for disinfection.

"How are you feeling? Much better now, right?" Qin Ning smiled.

The boy first bowed, then gestured wildly for a while, before grabbing his wrist and looking anxiously into the distance.

Qin Ning followed the other person's gaze and asked, "You mean you want me to go over there with you?"

The boy nodded emphatically.

"Is there a patient over there?"

As Qin Ning asked the question, the boy had already pulled him in that direction.

The two of them made several turns and walked for about ten feet before reaching the edge of the tribe, where a felt tent, even more dilapidated than Qin Ning's residence, stood forlornly.

"——"

The young man gestured to Qin Ning, then went into the tent alone, and then the voice of another young man came from inside.

"Aman, what brings you here? Has the Xia man we rescued woken up yet? Let me tell you... we should offer him to the female Khan of the royal court. That way, he can enjoy a good life, you'll have money to go see your sister, and I'll have money to hire a shaman to treat my mother."

"Okay, I'll lure the black cat away, and you go and secretly move that Xia person out. We... Ah Man, why are you just opening your mouth without making a sound... Hey, why are you covering my mouth?"

The curtain of the tattered tent was lifted, and Aman dragged out a thin, shirtless, barefoot boy.

"Huh, you're awake!" The barefoot boy was surprised, then realized that the other person might have heard what he had just said, and a wary look appeared on his face.

"First of all, thank you for acknowledging my good looks. Secondly, you have a sick person in your family, right?" Qin Ning said, walking straight towards the tattered felt tent.

The barefoot boy instinctively reached out to stop them, but his companion held him tightly.

Bending down to enter the tent, I saw that the ground was covered with only a layer of dry grass. In the makeshift hearth, there was half a piece of burnt cow dung.

In the corner, under a somewhat stiff blanket, lay an elderly woman with white hair, her eyes closed, her body trembling, clearly suffering from a serious illness.

Without much talk, Qin Ning walked over, squatted down, took out acupuncture needles, and inserted them into the other person's tiger's mouth, activating his supernatural power of plague qi.

"You're going to hurt my mother... Waaah!" The barefoot boy who followed in had his mouth and body restrained by his companions, his eyes revealing anxiety and fear.

A dozen seconds later, Qin Ning removed the needles and stood up. The old woman's body was filled with plague qi; fortunately, she encountered him, otherwise she probably wouldn't have survived for three days.

"What did you do?" Seeing that Qin Ning had finished treating the boy, A-Man let go of him. The boy immediately rushed to the old woman's side, looking at Qin Ning with a terrified expression.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have thought of offering you to the female Khan. If you have any problems, come at me. Don't hurt my mother."

The barefoot boy resembled a frightened little animal, his fear tinged with a hint of determination.

Qin Ning noticed three shallow scratch marks next to the other person's right ear.

"Was it because they wanted to give me to the female Khan that they were captured by the fox spirit?" Qin Ning wondered to himself.

The old woman, now free of the plague, awoke and weakly turned her head, asking, "Qu'er, have we had guests?"

The barefoot boy trembled, his expression shifting from surprise to joy, and he scrambled to the old woman's side: "Mother, you're awake!"

The mother and daughter had a brief exchange.

He realized what was happening and his face turned red.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were going to harm my mother." With that, the boy was about to kneel down before Qin Ning: "You helped my mother get rid of the disease, from now on, my life is yours."

Qin Ning grabbed the other person and pulled them up from the ground, teasing, "No, I'm afraid you might want to offer me to the female Khan one day."

The barefoot boy looked embarrassed.

"Alright, a life for a life. You saved me, and I saved your mother. We're even." Activating his Devouring Qi to refine the plague energy, Qin Ning gestured with his chin towards the old woman: "Your mother has just woken up and is still very weak. She needs to rest."

As he spoke, he stepped out of the tent and raised his hand to examine his skin.

It was still fair, but noticeably more resilient, clearly thanks to the [Divine Power: Devouring] repeatedly refining the plague energy.

"Aman, never mind." Qin Ning leaned halfway into the tent and said to the boy holding a piece of yellow milk product, "Settle your mother down and call all the sick people in the tribe here. Tell them that a doctor can provide free medical services, but only this morning."

With the future uncertain, he naturally wanted to take advantage of any opportunity to "suck up" as much as possible.

......

Inside the sealed cherry blossom tent.

She drank three cups of butter tea in a row, sat there blankly for a while, and then suddenly realized what was happening.

No, why am I feeling guilty?

I am his creditor, and I visit him more than ten times a day because I'm afraid my Yuan-replenishing pills will go to waste, and not for any other reason!

"No, I need to go and explain the interest issue to him!"

Feng Hanying picked up the butter tea on the table and took a big gulp. She secretly cheered herself up and got up to leave the tent.

Walking up to the dilapidated felt tent where Qin Ning was, she pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and yanked it open.

"I forgot to mention yesterday that your debt accrues interest. At 2% interest, it'll be 7 taels a month. I suggest you pay it back within a month, otherwise, with the interest compounding, it'll be more than 90 taels... Huh?"

Feng Hanying finished speaking in one breath with her eyes closed, and only after opening her eyes did she realize that Qin Ning was not in the tent at all.

Only the little black cat, whose sleep had been disturbed, was looking at her with puzzled eyes, its yellow-blue eyes filled with confusion.

......

Outside Aqu's tent.

Qin Ning sat on the ground, holding a silver needle in his hand, and a not-too-long queue had already formed in front of him.

"Don't rush, everyone gets a share. Line up properly, Brother Qin who cuts in line won't be tolerated."

The barefoot boy was responsible for maintaining order, while Aman, who couldn't speak, used actions instead of words.

"Next."

Qin Ning looked relaxed as he removed the acupuncture needles from the patient's arm in front of him.

Suddenly, I turned my head and looked into the distance with some confusion.

The dust on the ground trembled slightly, and the sound of horses' hooves, accompanied by mournful howls, drew closer.

"Run, everyone! Bandits are coming!"

Qin Ning: "...?"

Isn't this... a grassland?