A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

After that treacherous banquet ended badly, Ye Feng went to the Zhu family for several days to give Zhu Hongsheng the final acupuncture treatment.

After a few days of gentle treatment and acupuncture, the old man recovered significantly. His aged and sallow face regained some vitality. He used to be bedridden, but now he can walk slowly around the yard with a cane. Even his appetite has improved, and he can eat half a bowl of rice at a meal. His entire spirit and energy have been transformed.

"Young man." As he left, the old man grabbed Ye Feng's hand, tears streaming down his face, his cloudy eyes filled with gratitude. "Your master's medical skills were superb back then, bringing my old life back from the brink of death. Ten years later, it was you who came down the mountain to continue caring for my crippled body. The Zhu family owes you a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid in several lifetimes!"

"Sir, you flatter me." Ye Feng was unusually serious. "Saving lives is my duty!"

Logically speaking, now that things have progressed to this point, he should take the opportunity to bring up the marriage, mentioning that Zhu Wanqing possesses an extremely Yin constitution and can help him overcome his death calamity, etc. All of this is why he went down the mountain to find the Zhu family.

But he took back the words he was about to say.

Through close observation and treatment, he increasingly felt that the bit of coldness was far from enough to help him overcome his tribulation, because the more carefully he looked, the more inadequate it seemed.

But... how could something that Master has spoken on his own be wrong?

This idea is like a series of tangled threads, stuck in my mind.

"Kid," Zhu Hongsheng asked, puzzled by his hesitation, "Do you have something to tell me?"

"It's nothing..."

Suppressing his inner turmoil and serious thoughts, Ye Feng grinned, feigning ignorance and reverting to his usual carefree demeanor. "I just wanted to tell your grandfather that Boss Lin paid for your overtime work these past few days, you know. There's no such thing as free work!"

Amused by his words, Zhu Hongsheng nodded repeatedly, "Not bad, not bad, give me the exact amount!" Wanqing, turn around...

"Grandpa, I know." This time, Zhu Wanqing wisely refrained from rolling her eyes. Instead, she looked at Ye Feng silently for a long time before whispering, "Mr. Ye... I was... blind to what happened these past few days. You saved my life, and I will remember this kindness!"

She spoke with great difficulty, her inherent pride still lingering, as well as her doubts about whether the marriage was right or wrong. But seeing her grandfather's condition improve day by day, the scales in her heart truly tipped.

The topic of marriage was still not brought up.

That kick!

So close to her

It's too far away.

She wasn't ready yet.

Ye Feng waved his hand, not taking those words to heart.

When we came out, the sun was already setting, and the sky was a vast expanse of fiery red sunset clouds.

The entire city was painted orange.

Lin Yuqing's Maybach was already waiting. She rolled down the window and urged impatiently, "What are you dawdling for? Get in!"

Ye Feng pushed open the car door and bent down to sit inside.

But the instant he had just settled into his seat—

A sudden, unexpected pain shot through my chest!

The pain, originating from the deepest part of his body, was more intense and severe than ever before, as if something had been dormant for a long time, slowly resurfacing and stretching within him, tearing at his blood vessels.

Ye Feng frowned, suppressing the pain in his heart, and circulated his true energy to calm it down.

Fine, cold beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The frequency of death calamities is increasing.

The level of brutality is increasing.

He lowered his eyes and, taking advantage of the moment when he pressed his chest, secretly probed a wisp of true energy into his body's meridians.

The violent pure yang energy inside became even more agitated, showing a faint tendency to break through the seal and turn against its master.

The master said that this is a sign that death is imminent:

Pure Yang without limit to Yin is like a pot of oil being boiled over a raging fire.

Sooner or later, he'll be reduced to ashes.

The period of signs is probably not far off, right?

At this rate of development, he will soon be the first to break out.

By that time,

Without the guidance and harmonization of true extreme Yin energy,

He won't live much longer!

The remaining five months passed by quietly for several more days.

But what is the key that can truly save him from this deadly ordeal?

He can't be sure yet!

Could he still believe in Zhu Wanqing's tiny bit of yin energy?

An unprecedented sense of tension gripped his heart.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Yuqing, being so astute, immediately noticed the abnormality: "Your face is so pale."

"fine!"

Ye Feng forced a smile. "It's an old problem, it'll only last a moment."

Lin Yuqing stared at him for a while without exposing him, but inexplicably, his heart was pounding with anxiety!

The car started moving and disappeared into the twilight.

The car fell silent, with only the roar of the engine remaining.

"...5 months!" Lin Yuqing suddenly spoke up. "You said there are still 5 months left!"

"Mmm," Ye Feng replied with his eyes closed.

"Um, that...uh...that..." she said, biting her lip, almost in a whisper, not even knowing why she had such a thought: "That...the extremely yin woman who can save you, have you...found her yet?"

Inside the train carriage.

For a moment, only the sound of their heartbeats could be heard.

Ye Feng opened his eyes and looked at the city lights gradually fading into the distance. He didn't turn around to see what kind of expression or demeanor the woman beside him had.

And what he didn't know was:

He had racked his brains, rolling on the ground for half a year, trying to find the answer he wanted; the "True Yin" that he wanted to use to save his life appeared beside him at this moment, holding the same coffee that he hadn't finished drinking, and sharing this small happiness with him in the same carriage.

"Almost there!" He closed his eyes again, a faint smile playing on his lips, one he himself didn't even notice. "We'd meet again sooner or later!"

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the car.

The shadows of the two people in the car were cast very long, and eventually they overlapped.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the city, a pair of gleaming eyes quietly narrowed, preparing to catch the big fish that was about to be caught—

The Li family's knife.

The Qin family's scheme.

The Zhao family's figures were faintly visible.

And that impending death...

All the storms were approaching the warm, cozy atmosphere inside the car, slowly creeping closer step by step.

Amidst the storm and turmoil.