Hong Ye led Qin Yang upstairs to the bedroom on the second floor.

In the room, Lu Qingmu's face was entwined with wisps of black qi, his eyes sunken, veins bulging on his hands as he clutched the bed sheets tightly, his face contorted with pain.

On a chair beside the bed, Zhou Yizhen sat hesitantly, holding a medicine bowl, evidently debating whether to give the medicine to Lu Qingmu.

In the room, not only was Zhou Yizhen present, but Lu Bingyao, who had been shot, was also there. She looked at Lu Qingmu with concern, her heart filled with anxiety, but she didn't understand medicine. Every night at midnight, her father had to endure two hours of this pain.

"Little Divine Doctor, you've finally arrived."

Seeing Qin Yang push the door open and enter, Zhou Yizhen quickly stood up.

"Hmph, you scoundrel, I asked you to treat my dad, but when he's in pain, you disappear without a trace." Lu Bingyao was very angry, her pretty face cold as she glared at Qin Yang.

Qin Yang ignored the ice-cold girl and quickly walked to the bedside. Looking at the ailing Lu Qingmu, he frowned slightly, just as he had expected.

"Little Divine Doctor, what is this illness? I feel ashamed, for I have never seen such symptoms." Zhou Yizhen said.

"It's not surprising you don't know, it's an Ancient Martial Artist's method."

Qin Yang waved his hand, saying no more, and immediately began to remove Lu Qingmu's shirt.

The shirt was completely soaked with cold sweat, but Lu Qingmu was tough. Despite the excruciating pain inside his body, he didn't let out a cry.

"Little Sleep Technique."

Qin Yang placed one hand on Lu Qingmu's forehead and performed a Sleep Technique. A faint, almost undetectable light entered Lu Qingmu's head, causing his hand, which had been gripping the sheet tightly, and his stiff body to relax, and he fell into a deep sleep.

This move left Zhou Yizhen a bit stunned, and seeing her father asleep, Lu Bingyao's tense heartstring slightly relaxed.

"Little Pure Yang Technique."

Qin Yang quietly murmured to himself, a small sun-like glimmer of light forming at his fingertip.

"Go!"

Qin Yang flicked his finger, and the light ball entered Lu Qingmu's forehead.

With the light ball's entry, the black qi on Lu Qingmu's face seemed to sense danger, becoming somewhat chaotic, gathering more and more toward Lu Qingmu's head, attempting to drive the light ball away.

"Ownerless qi, still daring to resist."

Qin Yang chuckled softly, secretly casting a spell, causing the light ball to suddenly accelerate, and the gathered black qi melted away like snow meeting the scorching sun, quickly dispersing and finally vanishing completely.

In his sleep, Lu Qingmu's tightly furrowed brow finally relaxed.

"Little Divine Doctor, what exactly was that black qi?" Zhou Yizhen asked with a puzzled expression.

"Someone injected Lu Sect Leader's body with the Spirit of Death. During midnight, when yin energy is heaviest, it wreaks havoc inside, damaging the body's functions." Qin Yang explained.

"Hmph, it must have been that Hell Wolf bastard who injected it into my dad when he was injured." Lu Bingyao bit her silver teeth, her eyes filled with coldness.

"The Hell Wolf, head of the Four Golden Wing Wolf Guards?"

Hearing Lu Bingyao's words, Qin Yang raised an eyebrow slightly, then continued his treatment. Although the Spirit of Death had been expelled by his Little Pure Yang Technique, the internal organs damaged by it still needed repair.

"Old Zhou, the silver needle please." Qin Yang requested.

Zhou Yizhen hurriedly took out a white cloth strip covered with silver needles from the rosewood medicine box and handed it to Qin Yang.

Qin Yang took out over ten silver needles, swiftly and neatly inserting them into Lu Qingmu's abdomen, forming a small Spirit Gathering Array.

"Small Spirit Gathering Array, activate!"

Qin Yang murmured an incantation, placing his palm above the Spirit Gathering Array, injecting a stream of spiritual power into the silver needle.

"Buzz buzz!"

Zhou Yizhen and the others saw a bright light flash, and all the silver needles began to tremble, each emitting a light more dazzling than usual.

With the activation of the Spirit Gathering Array, spiritual energy was channeled along the silver needles into Lu Qingmu's body, repairing the internal organs damaged by the Spirit of Death.

Approximately ten minutes later, Qin Yang placed his palm back on Lu Qingmu, secretly applying a small Spring Rain Technique, then removed the silver needles.

"Alright, a good sleep should do the trick." Qin Yang put away the silver needles and handed them back to Old Zhou.

"Really?"

A hint of mist flickered in Lu Bingyao's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. This illness had tormented her father for over a month, with him enduring unimaginable pain every night.

"Yes." Qin Yang nodded, his gaze settling on Lu Bingyao, "And you, running around even after being shot, did you drink the medicine?"

"I did."

Lu Bingyao looked solemnly at Qin Yang, her voice carrying a touch of sincerity, "Qin Yang, thank you."

"This is an external application medicine, as instructed by the Little Divine Doctor, it hasn't been applied to the miss yet."

Hong Ye handed a bowl filled with viscous medicinal liquid to Qin Yang. At this moment, she also referred to Qin Yang as "Little Divine Doctor," for she realized he was indeed extraordinary and worthy of her respect.

Qin Yang sniffed it; the medicine was perfectly concocted, likely with help from Old Zhou. He took it in hand and said to Lu Bingyao, "Come on, let's go back to your room to apply the medicine."

"You're not seriously thinking of applying it yourself, are you?"

Before Old Zhou and Sister Hong Ye, Lu Bingyao's pretty face turned red.

This big pervert, I had just started to feel a bit grateful because he'd relieved my father's pain, and here he is, trying to take advantage of me. Can't Sister Hong Ye apply the medicine? Can't I do it myself?

Qin Yang looked at Lu Bingyao with a strange expression. After making her feel a bit uncomfortable, he calmly shook his head and said something that nearly drove her crazy.

"You, wish, big…" he said.

With that, Qin Yang walked out of the bedroom without looking back, leaving the angry and flustered ice-cold girl behind.

Since her mother's passing, Lu Bingyao's mood had resembled a calm Dark Lake, but this guy always managed to incite her.

At the stairway corner, Qin Yang's lips curled into a smile, as he murmured an incantation, a drop of spiritual energy-infused rain forming at his fingertip, which he dripped into the medicine bowl.

Earlier, he genuinely hadn't planned on personally applying the medicine for the ice-cold girl. He had Hong Ye give the medicine to her before application because, lacking Flying Bird Flame Grass, treating the gunshot wound might leave a faint scar.

For a young woman, that would be somewhat unattractive, so Qin Yang added a Spring Rain Spell to the medicine bowl. This way, not only would the wound heal faster, but afterward, her skin would be as smooth as new, with no trace of a scar.

As he thought thus, Lu Bingyao came out with her pretty face cold.

"Here, apply it yourself."

Qin Yang handed the bowl to Lu Bingyao.

"Hmph."

Lu Bingyao snorted coldly, apparently still holding a grudge about being embarrassed in front of Old Zhou and Sister Hong Ye by this guy.

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