"Xue'Er, did you tell the little healer about Grandpa Ding's condition?"

Old Ruan was momentarily stunned, looking towards Ruan Xinxue. Could it be that this girl only mentioned the old drunkard's love for alcohol and not his health condition?

"I did."

Ruan Xinxue nodded.

"Hehe, Mr. Ding's current condition is nothing more than a bleeding stomach and liver cirrhosis."

Qin Yang smiled faintly.

"This 'nothing more' is something this little healer says quite casually."

The middle-aged doctor looked somewhat displeased and said coldly.

The young people these days really don't know their limits. Learned some superficial medical skills from who knows where and start posing as miracle healers. The old gentleman's age means a significant decline in bodily functions; even slight carelessness with these conditions could be fatal for him.

As the old gentleman's attending doctor, he bore a heavy responsibility. The old gentleman's health was directly tied to his career prospects.

"It's just a matter of one meal and a pot of wine."

Qin Yang said with a smile, exuding strong confidence in his words.

"One meal, one pot of wine?"

This statement left everyone present momentarily stunned, all eyes turning to Qin Yang.

"Do you mean that the old man just needs to eat a meal and drink a pot of wine to be cured?"

The middle-aged doctor looked stern, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.

"Yes."

Qin Yang nodded naturally.

"Hmph, I've heard boastful words before, but never someone this brazen."

The middle-aged doctor snorted inwardly, truly not believing Qin Yang at all and wondering how this person fooled old Ruan.

Tang Aiguo agreed with the middle-aged doctor's thought. This young man was utterly brazen. The old man's health was cared for by top experts from the logistics headquarters hospital; if a single meal and a pot of wine could solve everything, those experts might as well pack up and leave.

Beside him, Zhao Baofeng's eyes were restrained, studying Qin Yang. From the moment this young man entered, he carried himself with unruffled composure, showing not an ounce of reservation due to the status of the two elders, maintaining a stance of equal conversation. No, there was even a touch of arrogance, as if saying, it's you seeking me to treat the illness, not me rushing to do it for you.

"Haha, I've lived such a long life, and these ailments have tormented me for many years. If a little healer can cure me with just a meal and a pot of wine, you'll be the third person I admire."

Old Ding laughed heartily.

Qin Yang smiled gently, showing no interest in how many people Old Ding admired.

"One thing I need to clarify in advance, I am here because of Sister Ruan's face and agreed to give you treatment, but I require a corresponding consultation fee."

Qin Yang said with a smile, without the slightest concern, stating his terms directly.

At these words, Tang Aiguo and the others' expressions changed.

As the commander of the military district, Tang Aiguo, and Zhao Baofeng, the City Party Secretary of Yunshui City, were both quite shrewd. Today was already the second time they displayed surprised expressions; Qin Yang's words continuously exceeded their common understanding.

For normal people to get the opportunity to treat the old gentleman is quite a blessing. Besides, if you genuinely cure the old man's illness, he'll show gratitude. Yet, you set conditions before rendering the treatment.

The middle-aged doctor's face grew darker. If it weren't for the presence of the two senior leaders, preventing any rash actions, he would have already ordered the guards to throw this kid out.

Ruan Xinxue, understanding Qin Yang's character, merely tugged lightly at Qin Yang's sleeve but said nothing more.

"Haha, an interesting child, cough cough..."

Old Ding was also taken aback for a while. It had been a long time since he met someone who completely ignored his status, causing him to cough twice with excitement.

"Orderly."

Old Ding called out.

From not far away, an orderly armed with a holstered gun quickly walked over.

"Awaiting the command of the senior officer."

The orderly saluted smartly and said.

"Little Zhang, go fetch my Purple Jade Pill Furnace."

Old Ding instructed.

"Yes."

The orderly acknowledged, turned around, and walked briskly into the villa.

Two minutes later, the orderly carefully walked out holding a transparent glass box, placing it on the stone table.

"Young man, if you can cure my illness with just a meal and a pot of wine, this Purple Jade Pill Furnace will be yours."

Old Ding lovingly caressed the glass box and said with a smile.

Inside the glass box lay a Purple Jade Pill Furnace, exquisite and intricate, with ancient and mysterious patterns etched onto it. The entire furnace emitted a mesmerizing purple glow, evidently a rare treasure.

Staring at the teapot-sized Purple Jade Pill Furnace, Qin Yang's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Celestial Eye, activate."

Qin Yang whispered in his heart, as a faint blue light appeared in his eyes.

Under the Celestial Eye, the Purple Jade Pill Furnace was surrounded by Spiritual Energy, with a touch of ethereal immortality.

"This, this... is a Spirit Treasure Pill Furnace, a true alchemists' tool!"

Qin Yang could not contain himself, exclaiming in delight.

One must know that the weapons used by Cultivators fall into Lower Grade, Middle Grade, and Higher Grade; above Higher Grade lies the Spiritual Treasure Level, wherein items can transform in size at will.

However, whether treasure or spiritual treasure, pill furnaces are quite rare, and this Purple Jade Spiritual Treasure Pill Furnace was significantly precious even to someone who had reached the Immortal Venerable Realm in his past life.

"How about it? This consultation fee from the old man is alright, isn't it?"

Old Ding said with a laugh, seeing Qin Yang's eyes fixed on the pill furnace, he was quite pleased to see others also liking his Purple Jade Pill Furnace.

"Good, this consultation fee is acceptable."

Qin Yang looked at Old Ding with burning eyes, expressing his satisfaction.

This Purple Jade Pill Furnace was indeed the fortuitous encounter he came for. To his surprise, it turned out to be such a rare treasure; Sister Ruan really was his lucky star.

"Senior officer, this is your most cherished treasure, how can you offer it as a consultation fee."

Tang Aiguo couldn't help but speak out. Apart from alcohol, the senior officer's most beloved item was none other than this Purple Jade Pill Furnace.

"Old drunk, normally you hide this Purple Jade Pill Furnace away so I can't even take a look, yet you want to use it as a consultation fee now. Be careful you might lose it."

Old Ruan said with a laugh. He had personally experienced Qin Yang's methods, and Qin Yang didn't seem like someone who exaggerated the truth.

"Haha, you two talk as if I've already lost. If he truly can cure my illness with just a meal and a pot of wine, why not give it to him."

Old Ding, not one to back down easily, laughed again, plus, he hadn't had alcohol for quite some days, missing that taste dearly.

"No, senior officer, your health is important. The meal is fine as logistics will ensure it's not harmful, but you mustn't drink the wine."

The middle-aged doctor shook his head, insisting on his authority over the senior officer's diet as the chief physician.

Qin Yang smiled but said nothing, simply uncorking the wine bottle he brought with him.

Instantly, a sweet and peculiar wine aroma spread in the air.

The scent carried the fragrance of fruits and vegetables along with a hint of medicinal herbs, intoxicating just by sniffing it.

Old Ding's eyes lit up immediately, staring straightforwardly at the wine bottle in Qin Yang's hand. The aroma alone brought a sense of refreshing comfort throughout the body.

Old Ruan, Tang Aiguo, and even Zhao Baofeng, who wasn't much of a drinker, all had their eyes fixed on the bottle in Qin Yang's hand.

This wine aroma was indescribable, and though they had tasted many fine wines, none possessed a fragrance so compelling that it induced a sense of intoxication.

"This, this... what kind of wine is it?!"

Old Ding, inhaling the wine fragrance, felt as though two ounces had just been lifted from his bones.

"Immortal Orange Wine."

Qin Yang said with a smile.

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