My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

Ye Hongtu finally snapped out of his shock, let out a heart-wrenching scream, and rushed toward the door like a madman.

He knew all too well that once the old man woke up, his poisoning of Bai Tianmian and his embezzlement of the family fortune would be completely exposed.

At that point, it's uncertain whether I'll even be able to keep my life, let alone my position as head of the family!

We absolutely cannot let that kid in!

But he had only taken two steps when he saw Ye Xunhuan flick his finger lightly without turning his head.

"call out!"

A tiny, crumbly strawberry-flavored candy flew through the air, moving so fast it was just a blur, and struck Ye Hongtu's right knee with perfect accuracy.

"Thump!"

Ye Hongtu's knees buckled, and he fell straight down on the steps, landing hard on his kneecaps. His face contorted in pain, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

"Hey? No, no! Why are you in such a hurry to kneel down and pay your respects?"

Ye Xunhuan turned his head to the side, a roguish smile playing on his lips. "No need to be so polite. You'll be kneeling in a moment."

After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked the heavy solid wood door.

"Clang!"

With a loud crash, the wooden door was kicked open and flew off, crashing heavily onto the room floor and kicking up a cloud of dust.

As Ye Xunhuan walked in, he mentally complained that the Ye family mansion was so winding and circuitous. If it weren't for his keen sense of smell and the medicinal scent that led him there, he would have wandered around for who knows how long. This place was so cramped that it would be easy to get lost if you lived there for too long.

Inside the room, Doctor Zhang was sitting by the bed, stroking his goatee, taking Old Master Ye's pulse with a solemn expression.

Hearing the noise startled him so much that his hand trembled, and he almost misread the pulse.

Looking back, he saw a young man dressed plainly with a candy stick in his mouth barging in. Doctor Zhang was furious and slammed his hand on the table as he stood up.

"How dare you! Where did this brat come from, daring to trespass into the old patriarch's sickroom! You've disturbed his rest; how many heads do you have to chop off?!"

Doctor Zhang puffed out his beard and glared, looking indignant.

He was a famous doctor in Yanjing, and the Ye family spent a lot of money to invite him to treat the old man's illness. In the Ye family mansion, everyone had to be very polite to him.

Ye Xunhuan ignored him completely, walked straight to the bedside, glanced at the half-bowl of black herbal medicine on the bedside table, and sniffed it. "Feeding? I say, old man, did you learn your medical skills from the village veterinarian?"

"It's clearly a slow-acting poison that takes a hundred days to cure, but you've described it as an illness caused by overwork and a person's life force fading away."

"I don't think you're here for treatment, but rather with the poisoners to hasten death, are you?"

"What?" Doctor Zhang was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"Nonsense!" His face turned a deep purplish-red as he pointed at Ye Xunhuan's nose and cursed.

"A mere child, still wet behind the ears, dares to criticize my medical skills?"

"I've practiced medicine for over fifty years, and I've treated more patients than you've ever seen!"

"The pulse of the old man is weak, his vital energy and blood are exhausted; clearly, his lifespan is nearing its end, like a lamp running out of oil!"

"What 'hundred-day sleep'? I've never even heard of it!"

"Never heard of it? That just shows your ignorance."

Ye Xunhuan shrugged, reached out and lifted the old man's eyelids to look at his pupils, then pinched the old man's wrist and touched it for a couple of seconds, looking completely casual.

"In our mountain, someone like you who can't even distinguish between poison and physical weakness would only be fit to be my master's cook, and we'd still complain that you're clumsy."

"You! You're so arrogant!" Doctor Zhang trembled with rage.

"Guards! Guards! Drag this arrogant scoundrel out of here!"

He called out several times, but there was no response from outside.

Just kidding, Master Zhou outside has already fallen, who would dare to come in and risk this bad luck?

Ye Xunhuan was too lazy to waste words with him. He reached into the cloth bag at his waist with his left hand, and three silver needles as thin as cow hair appeared between his fingers, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

"W-What are you going to do!" Doctor Zhang took a step back in fright, shouting with a fierce but weak voice:

"I'm warning you! The old patriarch is now in poor health and cannot withstand any further exertion!"

"If you dare to touch the needles and something goes wrong, the entire Ye family will not let you off the hook!"

Ye Xunhuan ignored it, his fingers twirling the silver needle, his gaze unusually serious.

The next second, his fingers flew, so fast that only three afterimages remained.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss—"

Three very faint sounds of wind breaking.

Three silver needles landed with perfect precision on the old man's chest (CV17), neck (Renying), and forehead (Yintang).

As the first needle was inserted, a trace of color appeared on the old man's originally pale face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As the second needle was inserted, the old man's previously faint, almost imperceptible breathing instantly became steady and powerful.

As the third needle was inserted, Ye Xunhuan gently twisted the end of the needle with his fingertips, and a gentle and pure internal force slowly flowed into the old man's body through the silver needle, washing away the toxins accumulated in his meridians.

The whole process took no more than three breaths.

Put the needle away and tuck it into your pocket.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

Ye Xunhuan stuffed the silver needles back into the cloth bag, then picked up the candy stick from his mouth and smacked it, casually saying, "Alright, just wait."

"After waking up, have a bowl of warm porridge first, then have a whole braised pork knuckle for lunch, and two bowls of Wuchang rice. After eating, you're guaranteed to be able to go for a walk."

The doctor, Dr. Zhang, watched in stunned silence, then let out a cold laugh.

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" He stiffened his neck, his face full of disdain. "Three needles to wake up someone on the verge of death? Do you think you're some kind of immortal? Let me tell you, if the old patriarch could wake up, I, Zhang..."

"Cough...cough cough..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old man on the bed suddenly coughed violently, his withered fingers twitched slightly, his eyelids fluttered a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Dr. Zhang's words came to an abrupt end.

He looked as if he had been slapped a dozen times across the face; his face flushed red, then turned deathly pale, completely bloodless.

Woke up?

He's really awake?!

He rushed to the bedside in three steps, and with trembling hands, reached out and placed his hand on the old man's wrist.

The moment his fingertip touched his pulse, he froze, as if struck by lightning.

The pulse, which was originally weak and intermittent, was now steady and powerful with a regular rhythm, although it was still slightly weak. There was no sign of it being completely exhausted.

How...how is this possible?!

Doctor Zhang stood there, half of his soul seemingly gone.

He had practiced medicine for fifty years and considered himself to have reached the pinnacle of medical skill, but he had never seen such a miraculous acupuncture technique.

Three needles brought him back to life. This is not just medical skill, it's divine magic!

"Water...give me water..."

The old man's voice was still a little hoarse and weak, but it reached the two of them clearly.

Ye Xunhuan casually poured a glass of warm water from the table next to him and fed him a couple of sips.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

Ye Xunhuan curled his lips, "Speaking of which, you're really unlucky. Your own son poisoned you, and you even found a quack doctor to give you useless medicine every day. Anyone else would have been dead by now."

After drinking the water, the old man felt much better in his throat and his spirits improved somewhat.

He turned his head to look at Ye Xunhuan, his cloudy eyes first showing confusion, then as if he remembered something, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"You...you...look..."

"You...you are Ning Shuang's child?" The old man's voice trembled with disbelief.

"My...my grandson?"

Ye Xunhuan shrugged, looking completely at ease. "My mother's name is Yao Ningshuang, and your son, Ye Zhenghong, is my father."

Upon hearing this, the old man trembled violently, staring intently at Ye Xunhuan's face. His eyes instantly reddened, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Before he could calm down, he seemed to suddenly remember something fatal, and his face changed drastically, turning ashen white instantly.

He stretched out his withered hand and, with all his might, grabbed Ye Xunhuan's wrist, his strength far exceeding that of a patient who had just woken up.

The old man brought his face close to Ye Xunhuan's ear, his voice rapid and hoarse, filled with undisguised panic and anxiety:

"Xunhuan, run! There's a traitor in the family! They...they want to steal the Ye family's military seal and the Medicine King's Key!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than a series of steady footsteps sounded outside, accompanied by the thud of a cane striking the ground, and a deep, dignified voice slowly rang out:

"Who's inside? How dare they trespass into the old patriarch's sickroom?"