My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Qin Qiong, he was a famous general who helped found the Tang Dynasty and a meritorious official in the Lingyan Pavilion."

Li Chen put down his teacup and muttered something casually.

"How could I not know about the being revered as a door god by hundreds of millions of people in later generations? Never mind, these empty titles are unimportant. Let's first see how to cure this disease..."

Li Chen hadn't finished speaking.

"Clatter".

The teacup that Li Shimin had just picked up fell directly onto the stone table, splashing tea all over the floor.

"What...what did you just say?!"

Li Shimin's eyes widened suddenly, his voice trembling as if he had seen a ghost, as he stared intently at Li Chen.

It wasn't just him.

Cheng Yaojin, Qin Qiong lying on the soft couch, and the Qin siblings all gasped as if struck by lightning.

Every face was filled with undisguised horror and disbelief.

"I said there's no need for introductions, what's wrong?" Li Chen looked at them innocently.

"That's not it!"

Li Shimin grabbed Li Chen's wrist, his breathing becoming rapid with excitement.

"You just said... door gods?! Shubao was later made a door god?!"

In ancient times, the title of deity was a privilege reserved only for saints who had made great contributions to heaven and earth and were revered by all people!

Qin Qiong, a mere military general, actually became a god?!

Looking at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, as if their eyes were about to pop out.

Li Chen twitched his lips speechlessly.

"Don't you guys understand the point?"

Li Chen rolled his eyes and pointed to Qin Qiong, who was lying there on the verge of death.

"Right now, it's a matter of life and death. He's about to breathe his last. Shouldn't we be discussing how to treat him first? Why are we getting hung up on these door gods?"

"No!"

Qin Qiong, who had been so weak that he couldn't even speak, suddenly found strength from who-knows-where.

He struggled to sit up, and an unprecedentedly fervent light burst forth from his cloudy eyes.

"Immortal Master!"

Qin Qiong's voice trembled as he looked at Li Chen with a pleading expression.

"I beg you, Immortal Master, tell me! This old minister... this old minister has truly been deified? Is this... is this real or fake?!"

For a military general who has spent his life on the battlefield.

To be remembered for generations is already the greatest wish. To be worshipped as a god by the people after death would be the highest honor! Forget about curing his illness; just to confirm this news, he would die right now with a smile on his face!

Li Shimin, Cheng Yaojin, and the others also stared at Li Chen with eager anticipation, their faces full of thirst for knowledge.

"Sigh, I'm really fed up with you guys."

Li Chen shook his head helplessly, knowing that if he didn't explain things clearly, these people wouldn't be in the mood for treatment today.

"Alright, I'll give you a brief explanation then."

Li Chen leaned back in his chair and began to speak in a calm tone.

"In the thousand years to come, your portraits, Qin Qiong and that big, dark-skinned Yuchi Gong, will be pasted on the doors of countless households by hundreds of millions of people across the land."

"The people firmly believe that you two are fierce and loyal, capable of deterring all demons and monsters and protecting your homes."

Li Chen smiled slightly as he looked at Qin Qiong, who was trembling with excitement.

"You and Yuchi Gong are known as the Twin Door Gods of the Tang Dynasty. Your fame is enduring and your name will be remembered for eternity. As long as the Chinese nation exists, your name, Qin Shubao, will never be forgotten by the world."

boom!

These words were like a thunderbolt from the heavens, striking the very souls of everyone present!

May it endure for eternity! May it be worshipped by countless people! May it terrify demons!

What a magnificent and unparalleled glory this is!

"Hahahahaha!"

Qin Qiong, who was on the soft couch, heard this definite prediction from the immortal.

He suddenly tilted his head back, tears streaming down his face, and then let out a burst of unrestrained, heart-wrenching laughter.

"This old minister has shed his blood and broken his bones for the Tang Dynasty throughout his life!"

Qin Qiong laughed so hard he coughed repeatedly, but his pale face radiated an astonishing brilliance. "It was all worth it! It was all worth it! To receive such deep affection from the people of future generations, even if I were to return to the underworld today, I would die without regret!"

Cheng Yaojin, listening from the side, was both excited and envious.

"Immortal Master! What about me? Has I, Old Cheng, been bestowed any divine title?" Cheng Yaojin eagerly stepped forward and asked.

Li Chen rolled his eyes at him: "You? You're known as the Mischief King, a title given to scare disobedient children."

Cheng Yaojin's old face immediately fell, prompting Li Shimin, who was standing next to him, to laugh and scold.

"Alright, my vanity has been satisfied, time to get down to business."

Li Chen dropped his joking expression, stood up, and walked to Qin Qiong's soft couch.

He extended a slender finger, but instead of taking Qin Qiong's pulse, he gently traced a line three inches above Qin Qiong's chest.

A faint golden light entered Qin Qiong's body.

A moment later, Li Chen withdrew his finger and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You experienced dozens of fierce battles in your early years, being slashed by swords and shot by arrows. Almost no bone in your body is intact; it is covered with cracks and fissures."

"Your meridians have been severed countless times, and you've only managed to survive by sheer willpower. What's worse, the rust and poison from the weapons on the battlefield, as well as the dark red blood clots that have accumulated over the years, have been deeply embedded in your bone marrow."

With each word Li Chen spoke, Qin Qiong and his siblings grew paler. For the immortal's words were absolutely accurate, a hundred times more precise than the imperial physician's diagnosis!

"Right now, your vital energy and blood are completely depleted. It is because of the long-term stagnation of vital energy and blood that you suffer from cough, wheezing, weakness, aversion to cold, and fatigue."

Li Chen shook his head. "Those medicines from the mortal realm can't penetrate to the bone marrow at all; at best, they just keep you alive. They only treat the symptoms, not the root cause."

"Chen'er, is it... still curable?" Li Shimin asked anxiously.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at Li Chen.

Seeing their tense expressions, Li Chen suddenly smiled and spoke in a very relaxed tone.

"Just because ordinary people can't cure it doesn't mean I can't."

"It's no big deal," Li Chen said, holding up seven fingers. "Leave it to me, no problem at all. No need for any bitter medicine, just seven days, and I guarantee he'll be full of energy again, back to his peak performance in his prime!"

Seven days?!

A complete cure?! And a return to peak physical condition?!

Upon hearing this, Qin Huaidao and his eldest daughter were so excited that they almost knelt down again.

"However, you will have to stay in my palace for the next seven days so that I can cast spells on you every day," Li Chen instructed.

"Of course! Thank you so much for your life-saving grace, Immortal Master!" Qin Qiong was moved to tears.

The gentle-looking eldest daughter mustered her courage and took a small step forward.

Her face flushed, and she gave Li Chen a deep bow.

"Immortal Master, my daughter is willing to stay in this palace and take care of my father's daily needs. She will absolutely not cause you any trouble. Please grant her permission."

Li Chen looked at the delicate, filial daughter of a military family in front of him and nodded indifferently.

"Fine, stay if you want. There are plenty of empty rooms in the palace anyway."

Li Chen turned around and stretched his wrists.

"Since everyone's here, let's start today's treatment."