With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

At three in the morning, the grass in Linjiang Park was filled with coolness.

"Ouch...it's so cold!"

Ye Lingtian slowly woke up on the grass. He sat up groggily, hunching his shoulders and shivering.

"That's strange, wasn't I discussing a collaboration with Jinhui Real Estate?"

He rubbed his eyes, his mind still not fully clear.

A sharp pain came from below my buttocks, like grass blades pricking my flesh.

He looked down.

"Holy crap!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky!

He was completely naked! Utterly naked!

"What...what's going on?!"

Ye Lingtian frantically fiddled with it for a while.

The park was deserted in the early morning.

A cold wind was blowing, giving him goosebumps all over.

It's like the wind is blowing on your butt and it's so cold.

Fortunately, it was the early hours of the morning, otherwise, he would definitely have been arrested as a streaking lunatic.

All of this was naturally arranged by Ye Yaocheng.

He had Saitama strip the unconscious Ye Lingtian naked and dump him in the park as a small lesson for this "big brother".

Half an hour later, at the Ye family villa.

Ye Lingtian sneaked into the courtyard, covering his groin with both hands, like a frightened quail.

The servants on night watch stared at him wide-eyed.

"puff!"

"Ha ha……"

Suppressed laughter rose and fell.

Ye Lingtian's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he rushed into the house with his head down.

"Son! Something terrible has happened!"

Ye Xiao rushed out of the study, his face full of worry.

But when he saw Ye Lingtian completely naked, he was stunned.

"You... what are you doing...?"

Ye Xiao's lips twitched: "Are all young people these days so open-minded?"

"Dad! Stop talking!"

Ye Lingtian rushed upstairs: "I'm going to change my clothes first!"

Five minutes later.

Ye Lingtian dressed neatly and went downstairs, only to see Ye Xiao sitting on the sofa looking dejected.

"Dad, don't worry."

He walked over, his tone relaxed: "Although there was a slight mishap, I've already connected with Jinhui Real Estate! It's a cooperative relationship!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Ye Xiao slammed his hand on the table!

The teacup rattled loudly.

Ye Lingtian was startled.

"Take a look for yourself!"

Ye Xiao threw the phone in front of him.

On the screen are local news headlines.

Breaking News! Jinhui Group collapses overnight, completely swallowed up by Heilong Group!

The accompanying photo shows a group of men in black changing a sign at the entrance of the Jinhui Building.

Ye Lingtian's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This...how is this possible?!"

He snatched the phone, his fingers trembling as he scrolled through the news: "All the top leaders of the Jin Hui Gang have been arrested, their assets liquidated, and the Heilong Group has taken over?"

Every word felt like a heavy hammer blow to my heart.

"And it's only been one night!"

He muttered to himself, if it weren't for the chill still on his buttocks, he would have thought he had traveled through time.

Ye Xiao slumped on the sofa, his eyes vacant: "I originally planned to cooperate with Jin Hui to crush the Li family first, but now it's all over."

He abruptly looked up, his eyes turning icy: "It's all that bastard's fault!"

He gritted his teeth: "If he were willing to bring Miss Ji to the Ye family's side, we wouldn't have gone through all this trouble!"

Ye Lingtian opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

At the same time, Ye Yaocheng, who was strolling on the street, suddenly had his phone ring.

It was Wang Shiyu calling.

"My dear little brother~"

On the other end of the phone, her voice was soft and cheerful: "I never expected your prescription to be so effective! Not only are all my hidden ailments cured, but my cultivation level has also broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage!"

Even over the phone, you could hear the joy in her voice.

Ye Yaocheng rubbed his nose: "Sister Shiyu, why are you thanking me? I helped you, so you helped me too."

"Oh?"

Wang Shiyu's tone was playful and seductive: "So, my dear little brother, how would you like your older sister to help you?"

Ye Yaocheng's Adam's apple bobbed.

Although Wang Shiyu does not possess the innate spiritual body of Ji Mingyue, the "Cold Jade Technique" she cultivates is a superior cultivation method from ancient texts. If the method of yin and yang harmony can be used, his fundamental problem might be temporarily alleviated.

At least, it won't be a short-lived ghost with only a six-month countdown like it is now.

Moreover, Wang Shiyu's figure flashed through his mind.

The curves beneath the cheongsam, the snow-white skin beneath the nightgown.

"cough."

He quickly stopped himself from thinking about it.

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Wang Shiyu became serious: "I'm here to ask you for a favor."

"I have a friend who has contracted a strange illness. He has sought out many famous doctors, but none of them have been able to cure him."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I'd like to ask you to come with me to take a look. If there's really no way, I won't blame you."

"It's nothing."

Ye Yaocheng readily agreed.

"Really?! I'm coming to pick you up! Send me your location!"

Wang Shiyu's voice was filled with joy.

Ten minutes later, a silver Lamborghini supercar stopped in front of Ye Yaocheng.

The scissor door opens upwards.

Wang Shiyu sat in the driver's seat, wearing sunglasses, her red lips slightly curved: "Get in the car."

Ye Yaocheng got into the passenger seat.

The sports car roared as it headed towards the east of the city.

Half an hour later.

A luxurious estate came into view.

With its white walls and blue tiles, it occupies a vast area, resembling an ancient royal palace.

Two security guards stood at the entrance, their auras restrained, their eyes sharp; they were clearly martial artists practicing Qi cultivation.

If a martial artist practicing Qi cultivation can be a security guard, then the person in this place must be someone of extraordinary status.

The security guards immediately and respectfully let Wang Shiyu's car pass when they saw it.

The main building of the manor, the living room.

Ye Yaocheng followed Wang Shiyu inside.

There were four people sitting inside, three men and one woman.

The woman was about forty years old, with a withered face, sunken eyes, and lifeless gaze.

But she was well-dressed and had a gentle demeanor; one can imagine that when she was healthy, she must have been an absolute beauty.

Sitting next to her was a refined middle-aged man with a furrowed brow and sorrowful eyes.

It must be her husband.

Two people were sitting on the sofa opposite.

An elderly foreign man with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a white coat and a stethoscope hanging around his neck.

The other one, whom Ye Yaocheng recognized, was Jiang Tianhai.

The renowned physician who treated Ji Mingyue.

Old Jiang was slightly taken aback when he saw Ye Yaocheng.

He felt the boy looked familiar, but couldn't quite place where he had seen him before.

"Poetic words are here."

When the frail woman saw Wang Shiyu, she tried to stand up, but her body swayed and she almost fell.

The refined-looking man quickly helped her up.

"Auntie, please sit down."

Wang Shiyu walked over quickly and took the woman's hand: "This is Ye Yaocheng, the man I told you about."

"This... is the miracle doctor you found?"

The woman's name was Luo Yishui. She looked at Ye Yaocheng with a puzzled expression.

"Auntie, please believe me," Wang Shiyu said earnestly, "Yaocheng's medical skills are truly amazing."

The refined man frowned; he didn't blame his wife for her suspicions.

Anyone who sees such a young man would think he's unreliable.

Moreover, countless renowned doctors have come to treat his wife's illness, but none of them could cure it. How could this young man possibly do it?

"Alright, Mr. Mayor."

The blond foreigner glanced at his watch and said in broken Chinese, "My time is very precious. So tell me, is this illness treatable or not? If not, I'm leaving."

Chen Guodong quickly smiled apologetically: "Mr. John, please give us a little more time. I'd like to have Dr. Jiang take a look first, since it's a combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine."

"Integration of traditional Chinese and Western medicine?"

John scoffed, "That's all a lie! Western medicine is the true pillar of the medical field!"

He pointed at Jiang Tianhai: "Traditional Chinese medicine? You think you can cure diseases with just a few needles and some herbs? That's utter nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people in the living room all changed.

It's upsetting for anyone to dismiss the thousands of years of heritage passed down from our ancestors as worthless.

"That's utter nonsense!"

Even the usually composed Elder Jiang was now enraged: "How could you foreigners possibly comprehend the profound depths of traditional Chinese medicine?!"

"Old man, I'm not going to waste my breath on you."

John waved his hand casually: "You should go see a doctor. If he doesn't get better, I'll cover for you."

That casualness felt more like an insult, and Old Jiang was so angry that his beard trembled.

He walked up to Luo Yishui, took a deep breath, and said, "Madam, please relax. Let me take your pulse first."

"Thank you for your help, Elder Jiang."

Old Jiang placed his fingers on Luo Yishui's wrist, closed his eyes, and concentrated.

Five minutes later.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"How is it?" Chen Guodong asked nervously.

Old Jiang slowly withdrew his hand and sighed, "Mayor, Madam, please forgive my lack of skill; I am powerless to help."

He shook his head: "The lady's face shows signs of exhaustion and impending death, but her pulse is normal. There's no way to make a diagnosis."

He paused, then hesitated before speaking, "This seems more like... a final burst of energy before death."

Chen Guodong's face turned pale.

Luo Yishui gripped her husband's hand tightly, her eyes dim.

"Old man, what can you learn at your age?" John mocked again. "You should just go back to retirement."

He looked at Chen Guodong: "Mr. Mayor, I don't have much time. I will be returning to China soon. If you want your wife to have a heart transplant, please make a decision quickly."

"this……"

Chen Guodong's face showed struggle.

John was furious at how he had just belittled traditional Chinese medicine.

But his wife was his true love; how could he give her up so easily? He looked at Luo Yishui with pain in his eyes.

"Guodong".

Luo Yishui gently pressed his hand down: "Forget it, life and death are predestined, why bother asking a haughty foreigner for help?"

Ye Yaocheng watched from the side and nodded secretly.

This woman has backbone.

"Hmph! Nonsense!"

John sneered, "A few needles and some weeds can cure diseases? Only you Great Xia people would believe that! How laughable!"

Silence filled the living room, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

Even if Old Master Jiang couldn't cure it, they really couldn't find any words to refute him.

Suppression, anger, and helplessness intertwined in their hearts.

Just then, a calm yet powerful voice rang out.

"Who says a few needles can't cure an illness?"

Everyone turned to look, and the person speaking was Ye Yaocheng.

He stood up, looked at John, and his eyes were indifferent.

"I can cure the diseases you can't cure, and even the diseases you can cure aren't as good as mine."