Romantic Medical Immortal

"Mr. Yang, you’ve traveled a long way and exhausted yourself saving my daughter. I’ll have a feast prepared for you, please eat first and take a good rest."

Jiang Heping was very anxious, but he couldn’t neglect to let them rest. The better he treats Yang Cheng, the more devoted he will be in treating his daughter.

"Then I’ll take you up on that offer."

Yang Cheng did not refuse; after driving a long way and consuming so much True Qi, he indeed needed a good rest.

"Butler, please lead Mr. Yang to the inner courtyard."

Jiang Heping ordered and had the butler escort the two away, while he remained in the courtyard.

As Yang Cheng passed by Elder Lan and Jin Peng, he paused and said calmly, "Remember, a healer must have a compassionate heart. If you’re not capable, don’t come out and embarrass yourselves. If I see you harming others again, I’ll chop off your hands so you can’t practice medicine for the rest of your lives."

At those words, Elder Lan’s face twitched, unable to utter a single word, his eyes gradually widening, painfully clutching his chest as though he might faint at any moment.

"You... you dare!"

Jin Peng gritted his teeth, glaring angrily at Yang Cheng.

"Then try me, see if I dare."

Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow, a smirk of mockery appearing at the corner of his mouth.

As if he didn’t know the thoughts of this master and apprentice; they were clearly greedy, rash, and misused acupuncture methods, leading to Jiang Yu’s demise, and wanted to pin the blame on him. However, he was too powerful for them to succeed.

Unbelievable that such people could be considered reputable doctors!

Leaving those words behind, he took Cheng Qiyue’s hand and strode away.

It wasn’t until they completely disappeared at the door that Jin Peng softly said, "Master, that kid is too arrogant, we..."

"Shut up! Let’s go!"

Pressed, Elder Lan bit his teeth, losing face and unable to stay there any longer.

He hadn’t expected that after practicing medicine for years, he’d ultimately be defeated by a mere youngster.

In fact, he knew the problem with the acupuncture methods, but initially, in the courtyard, arguing with Yang Cheng, he was unconvinced, hence he tried taking a risky approach.

Had he succeeded, his reputation as a miraculous doctor would have been even more prominent. But he never imagined the consequences would be so severe.

He was deeply regretful inside and hated Yang Cheng even more.

This trip not only disgraced him but outright offended the Jiang Family— truly a case of shooting himself in the foot.

Jiang Family Inner Courtyard.

Yang Cheng and Cheng Qiyue were arranged in a guest room; the interior was simple yet tasteful, furnished with redwood, a tea set placed on the table, and the courtyard outside had several green bamboos swaying in the wind, adding elegance.

"Yang Cheng, how are you? I’ll channel a bit of True Qi to you."

Cheng Qiyue looked at him with concern; she had clearly seen Yang Cheng’s face turning paler earlier in the room, sweat seemingly drained.

"It’s fine, just a hefty consumption of True Qi. Tonight, accompany me in cultivation, and I’ll quickly recover."

Yang Cheng curved his lips into a mischievous grin.

Cheng Qiyue’s cheeks instantly reddened, she glared at him, but still felt sorry for him, standing up and walking behind him. Her slender fingers gently pressing on his shoulders, slowly kneading.

"Does it feel good?"

She asked softly, her tone gentle.

"Ah... really good."

Yang Cheng squinted his eyes, letting out a muffled hum, and with a laugh said, "Ms. Qi Yue, your technique is getting better, tonight will surely be even more comfortable."

"You imp! Feeling so poorly yet thinking of those things."

Cheng Qiyue chided playfully but continued to help him massage.

After a while, she asked, "Yang Cheng, is Miss Jiang’s illness extremely tricky? I’ve never seen you exert so much effort in treating someone. This time you only managed to save her life; it won’t be easy to completely cure her."

"You felt it too?"

Yang Cheng opened his eyes, a hint of gravity flashing within.

"Yes."

Cheng Qiyue nodded, murmuring, "I vaguely sensed a powerful force in her body, yet extremely bizarre. When I approached her, I felt my True Qi strongly fluctuating, so those healers couldn’t stay in the room for long, feeling weak and powerless."

Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow, earlier he was focused on saving her and didn’t notice.

Now thinking back, those healers came out of the room appearing numb and drenched in sweat, as if the force had absorbed their Essence Qi.

"That force is indeed bizarre; I suspect it might be Zodiac Energy. Still, I’m not sure and need further confirmation. Even if confirmed as Zodiac Energy, treatment will be very troublesome."

Yang Cheng mused aloud, "Three years to make a young girl so frail, and the hospital found nothing. If it was naturally ill, it wouldn’t be so peculiar. If not Zodiac Energy, then someone deliberately planted this force in her body."

"Should we notify Patriarch Jiang, to give him a heads-up?"

Cheng Qiyue asked.

Yang Cheng shook his head, "Not yet, we aren’t familiar with the situation of the Jiang Family, saying so rashly might not be good. Let me recover some True Qi, and then I’ll have a thorough check on Miss Jiang tomorrow."

"Okay."

Cheng Qiyue nodded, her small hand slowly moving up to his forehead, massaging.

Her touch was gentle yet firm, Yang Cheng felt completely relaxed, unconsciously sinking into the chair and fell asleep.

Cheng Qiyue gazed at his peaceful sleeping face, a tender sentiment brimming in her eyes. She leaned down gently, placing a kiss on his forehead, then quietly pulled a blanket over him.

...

A while later, Yang Cheng was awakened by a knocking at the door.

"Mr. Yang, Patriarch Jiang invites you and Miss Cheng to dine in the front hall."

The butler spoke respectfully from outside the door.

"Understood."

Yang Cheng responded, standing and stretching his bones, having slept a bit, his True Qi had recovered slightly. For full recovery, he still needed Dual Cultivation with Cheng Qiyue.

If not for being at the Jiang Family, he’d have already dragged Cheng Qiyue to the bed for an activity, instead of waiting until night.

"Let’s go."

He looked at Cheng Qiyue, both went out together, following the butler to the front hall.

At that moment, the front hall had already been lavishly prepared with a banquet.

As they entered, Jiang Heping warmly greeted them, "Mr. Yang, Miss Cheng, please take a seat!"

"Patriarch Jiang, you’re too kind."

Yang Cheng smiled as he took a seat, glancing at the table filled with delicacies, evidently a thoughtful effort from Jiang Heping.

Jiang Heping raised his wine glass, his face expressing gratitude, "Mr. Yang, I toast to you! Thank you for saving my daughter! From now on, you, Yang Cheng, are the most esteemed guest of my Jiang Family!"

"Patriarch Jiang, you’re too generous. Once I’ve fully cured Miss Jiang, then thank me."

Yang Cheng smiled faintly, raised his hand to clink glasses with him, and downed the drink.

"You’ve revived Yu, your medical skill is truly miraculous. I believe you can heal her."

Hearing this, Yang Cheng smiled slightly; the Patriarch Jiang was flattering him, fearing he might not be dedicated enough.