Empress, please lay down your armor, for I will save the world with a single sword!

After Yan Hai left,

The house fell silent. A breeze rustled the leaves in the yard.

Wu Liang closed the door, then turned around and opened the window a crack to allow for ventilation.

Hei Jiu leaned against the wall, his hands tucked into his worn sleeves, looking at him with deep, unfathomable eyes.

"Who exactly are you?"

Wu Liang turned to look at him.

"I?"

"Um."

Hei Jiu's voice was hoarse, "An ordinary doctor, how can he live in the Northern Yong Prince's Mansion? And how can the manor's head steward be so obedient to him?"

Wu Liang smiled.

"Didn't I already say that?"

"Ordinary doctor."

"His medical skills are decent, he has a kind heart, and he loves people who are always ready to help others."

He patted his chest and said in a serious tone, "The people from all directions have shown me great favor and jokingly call me the 'Merciful and Compassionate Young Master'."

Hei Jiu sneered.

The laughter was soft, but the sarcasm was palpable.

"Kind-hearted?"

"Is this what you call forcing people into slavery?"

Wu Liang glanced at him and calmly took out the document from his pocket.

Did I force you?

He unfolded the document and handed it to Hei Jiu.

"If you don't want to, just take this agreement and leave."

"I will not stop you."

Hei Jiu looked at the paper but didn't take it.

Wu Liang sat down in the chair, crossed his legs, and looked at him with a smile.

"Say something."

Did I force you?

Hei Jiu remained silent for a long time.

Of course, he wanted to tear that piece of paper to shreds, and he also wanted to slap that smug-looking kid to death.

Unfortunately, it's all just wishful thinking.

Now, let alone killing people, whether he can even survive the night depends on whether this kid is willing to save him.

and……

This kid was indeed the only one who could see the injuries inside his body.

After a long while, Hei Jiu coldly uttered, "I am willing."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Wu Liang burst out laughing on the spot.

"That's more like it!"

He folded the agreement again and carefully tucked it back into his pocket. "I'll remember those four words: 'willingly'. Don't go back on your word later."

Hei Jiu snorted coldly.

Wu Liang stopped provoking him and patted the chair next to him.

"Sit down and hold out your hand so I can take a closer look."

Hei Jiu walked over and sat down.

Wu Liang looked at it more carefully this time.

I took his pulse, observed his complexion, pressed several meridians, and then had Hei Jiu try circulating a trace of Qi.

As soon as Hei Jiu circulated his energy, his face turned several shades paler.

A faint black-gold aura of blood surged in his chest.

Wu Liang quickly raised his hand and pressed down on his shoulder.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"If you keep transporting him, he'll die."

Hei Jiu closed his eyes, took a few breaths, and then suppressed the several chaotic forces surging within his body.

Wu Liang frowned and asked, "How did you get these injuries?"

Hei Jiu said calmly, "I was ambushed while fighting someone."

"nonsense."

Wu Liang rolled his eyes. "Of course I know you were beaten up. Did you trip and fall while walking?"

Hei Jiu ignored his sarcastic remarks.

Wu Liang rephrased the question.

"Who left that sword aura?"

Hei Jiu remained silent for a moment.

"A swordsman."

Wu Liang: "..."

He really wanted to stab that old bastard to death with a needle.

"Of course I know he's a swordsman. What, a pancake vendor?"

Hei Jiu didn't even lift his eyelids.

"He's very strong."

Wu Liang nodded. "I can see that. The sword energy has been inside you for so long, still cutting your meridians. The person who made this move is definitely not an ordinary expert."

He then asked, "What about that lightning bolt?"

Hei Jiu's voice turned colder.

"A Taoist priest."

"Taoist priest?"

Wu Liang raised an eyebrow. "No wonder Yang Lie is so domineering and carries lightning energy. That Taoist priest is no ordinary person!"

Hei Jiu sneered.

"Just a beast in human skin."

Wu Liang's heart skipped a beat.

It seems they have a grudge.

He didn't press further, but added, "And what about that eerie death aura? It's been corroding your meridians; that stuff is the most troublesome."

Hei Jiu slowly opened her eyes.

"Deathly stillness."

Wu Liang repeated, "Deathly Annihilation Aura? That's quite an unlucky name."

"Who left it?"

A cold glint flashed in Hei Jiu's eyes.

"A traitor."

"oh."

Wu Liang nodded.

A swordsman, a Taoist priest, and a traitor.

It's quite lively.

He then pointed towards the direction of Hei Jiu's dantian.

"What happened to that extinguished energy within you? What was that?"

Hei Jiu glanced at him and said calmly, "That is my own foundation of internal energy."

"Can't it be destroyed?"

"If I am destroyed, I will truly die."

Wu Liang nodded, having a general idea of ​​what was going on.

The sword energy cannot be forcibly drawn.

Lightning and fire should not be touched carelessly.

That aura is the old man's lifeblood, so it must not be disturbed.

The most troublesome and the one that should be dealt with first is that stagnant, deathly aura that keeps gnawing at your very core.

It doesn't explode in bursts like sword energy or thunder and fire.

It was eating all the time.

Like a starving ghost crawling on the meridians, gnawing away bit by bit.

Wu Liang pondered for a moment and said, "I'll seal a few major acupoints for you first, temporarily separating those forces in your body so they can stop fighting amongst themselves."

"Then use medication to protect the heart and lower abdomen."

"As for sword energy and lightning, we'll leave them for now."

"First, dispel that deathly aura."

Hei Jiu frowned.

"Activate the deathly aura first?"

"What, it's not allowed?"

Hei Jiu coldly said, "The deathly aura of annihilation is extremely difficult to dispel. If you forcefully try to dispel it, the backlash will seep into the body of the person who is being rescued through their internal energy. At best, it will damage the meridians; at worst, it will deplete the body's vital energy."

Wu Liang looked at him.

"Then do your own makeup."

Hei Jiu remained silent.

Wu Liang shrugged. "See? If you can't even do it yourself, then shut up and listen to the doctor."

Hei Jiu stared at him coldly.

Wu Liang was not intimidated at all.

"Since I brought you back, I must have some confidence in the situation."

"Besides, if you die, wouldn't my three years of service as a servant be wasted?"

"I, Wu Liang, hate losing money the most in business."

Hei Jiu suddenly laughed.

His laughter was low and hoarse, but it carried a more genuine emotion than before.

"it is good."

"You treat him."

"He's cured; it's just that my life wasn't meant to end."

"He died from the illness; it was my fate."

"I don't blame you."

Wu Liang smiled too.

"You're quite open-minded."

Hei Jiu said calmly, "People who have died once tend to be more open-minded."

Wu Liang paused slightly.

This sounds like someone who has actually died.

However, he did not ask any further questions.

"Alright."

Wu Liang stood up, took out silver needles from his needle pouch, and said, "Take off your shirt and sit cross-legged."

Hei Jiu looked at him.

Wu Liang coughed.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not interested in old men."

"It's just for convenience in administering acupuncture."

Hei Jiu snorted coldly and slowly took off his tattered shirt.

Clothes fell to the ground.

Wu Liang's pupils contracted slightly.

There's hardly any good meat on this old man's body.

Sword marks, scorch marks, palm prints, and poison patterns crisscrossed the area.

Especially the thin, long sword wound on his chest, which seemed shallow, yet it was as if an invisible sharpness remained beneath his skin.

Several charred marks on his back looked as if he had been struck by lightning.

Below the chest, gray-black lines spread like a spider web, creating a cold and deathly atmosphere.

This body is like the leaky walls of a dilapidated temple.

The east side cracked, and the west side collapsed.

It's a fucking miracle that they've managed to hold on until now.

Wu Liang took a deep breath and picked up the silver needle.

"Don't move."

"Don't blame me if it goes wrong."

Hei Jiu closed his eyes.

"Let's do it."

Wu Liang stopped talking nonsense.

The first stitch is inserted.

The second injection.

The third injection.

One by one, silver needles were inserted into several major acupoints of Hei Jiu.

At first, Hei Jiu didn't react much.

However, as Wu Liang used his internal force to activate the needles and seal several points where the meridians intersected, the forces that were clashing within his body were actually temporarily separated.

Hei Jiu's eyelids twitched slightly.

This kid...

The acupuncture technique is indeed remarkable.

No, it's quite remarkable.

It was even more accurate than many of the so-called miracle doctors he had seen.

Sweat quickly beaded on Wu Liang's forehead.

Hei Jiu's body is too fragile; if you exert too much force, you might kill someone.

But if you apply too little force, you can't suppress those messy, chaotic forces.

It's ten times more troublesome than giving Jiang Qingluan and Shangguan Na needles.

After administering the last needle, Wu Liang let out a long breath.

"That's all for now."

"Once the medicine arrives, we'll work together to protect the heart."

No sooner had he finished speaking than footsteps could be heard outside.

"Dr. Wu, I'm back!"

Yan Hai returned, followed by two servants carrying medicine boxes.

……