The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

Yang Wanqing sighed, "Yes, I'm also worried about scarring. Do you have any recommendations for scar removal medication?"

The live chat started flooded with various brands.

At this moment, Chen Hao came out of the study, heard Yang Wanqing's words, and went over to take a look.

"Xiao Qing, you don't need to buy medicine for your injury."

Yang Wanqing was taken aback: "Brother Chen Hao, do you have a solution?"

Chen Hao nodded: "Sit properly and put your legs on the table."

Yang Wanqing obediently put her legs on the coffee table.

Chen Siyao quickly aimed the camera at her.

Chen Hao didn't take any medicine; he simply stretched out his hand and hovered it above the wound.

He closed his eyes and began to chant.

It was a strange language, with ancient and obscure syllables, like the wind in the mountains, the water in the stream, and the sound of ancient bells.

It wasn't loud, but it had a penetrating power, as if it were drilling directly into a person's brain.

The live stream went silent instantly.

[I am Ying Zheng: What is this? A spell?]

[Cherry Blossom Garden: What is Master Chen chanting? It sounds so strange.]

[Dongmen Chuixue: Why do I feel so calm when I hear this voice?]

[The boy who cried wolf: This gave me goosebumps]

Yang Wanqing was also stunned.

She could feel a warm breath flowing through her wound, like an invisible hand gently stroking it.

It doesn't hurt; in fact, it feels quite comfortable.

Less than a minute later, Chen Hao withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.

The abrasions on Yang Wanqing's legs healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye! The reddened wounds gradually faded, the congealed scabs slowly fell off, and the newly grown skin was fair and smooth. The original wounds completely disappeared without leaving a single scar or mark, as if they had never been injured at all!

"alright."

alright?

"..."

The living room fell into a deathly silence. Yang Wanqing covered her mouth, her eyes wide open like saucers, her face utterly dumbfounded. She stood frozen in place, her mind blank, unable to utter a single word for a long time, completely stunned.

The wound is gone.

The abrasions were completely healed, leaving the skin smooth and without a trace.

She widened her eyes, reached out and touched it, confirming it several times.

"It's gone?! Really gone?!"

Chen Siyao also came over to take a look, and gasped: "It's really gone! It looks like it just grew back!"

The live stream chat exploded.

[New User 001: Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What kind of magic is this?!]

[New User 002: One minute! Wound healed! Scar disappeared!]

[New User 003: Is this scientific? No, it's not!]

[I am not Ying Zheng: I witnessed immortal magic? This is even more outrageous than the restoration magic just now!]

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: Master Chen can even heal injuries? That's incredibly versatile!]

[LinkedIn: What's the working principle behind this? Sound wave therapy? Sound wave repair?]

Yang Wanqing was so excited she almost jumped off the sofa: "Brother Chen Hao! What kind of magic is this! It's amazing!"

Chen Hao sat back on the sofa and said calmly, "It's not magic, it's incantation magic."

"Zhu You Shu?" Chen Siyao looked blank. "What's that?"

Chen Hao explained, "The oldest source of traditional Chinese medicine and witchcraft is the ancient incantation therapy. It's not about drawing talismans and chanting incantations, but rather an ancient therapy that can truly communicate with the energy of heaven and earth."

The live stream chat exploded again.

[I am Qin Shi Huang: The Art of Incantation? Ancient Medical Techniques?]

[Dongmen Chuixue: I've heard of incantation magic, but that's something legendary.]

[A Wake-Up Call: Does Master Chen Even Know Ancient Medical Techniques?]

Chen Siyao asked curiously, "Brother, is this incantation magic difficult to learn?"

Chen Hao thought for a moment and said, "In ancient times, the art of incantation was a simple technique that everyone could master, only the level of skill differed."

There were no specialist doctors back then; when people were injured, they had to treat themselves.

"Heal yourself?" Yang Wanqing's eyes widened. "Does that mean everyone knows magic?"

Chen Hao smiled and said, "Back then, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was much more abundant than it is now, and the art of incantation was as widespread as first aid knowledge is today. It was only later, when the spiritual energy declined, that these techniques were gradually lost."

[I am Qin Shi Huang: Did everyone in ancient times possess magic? What kind of divine era was that?]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: So, which era did Master Chen survive from?]

[Dongmen Chuixue: No wonder he can do everything; it turns out this was a basic skill in ancient times.]

[A sober thought: I'm jealous, I also want to be born in ancient times]

Chen Siyao's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed proudly, "Brother, you're amazing! You even know this kind of lost ancient technique!"

Yang Wanqing stared at her legs for a long time, then suddenly looked up, her eyes reddening.

After listening to the explanation of the incantation technique, Yang Wanqing's originally joyful face gradually dimmed, and sorrow welled up in her eyes again. Her lips were slightly pursed, and her fingers tightly gripped the hem of her clothes, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

Chen Hao's gaze swept lightly over her, instantly seeing through her thoughts, and he said calmly, "Xiao Qing, is something on your mind?"

Yang Wanqing trembled, looked up at Chen Hao, her eyes slightly red. The joy she had felt at the sports meet vanished instantly, leaving only deep worry and helplessness.

She hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered her courage, grabbed Chen Hao's arm, tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with sobs and filled with pleading:

"Brother Chen Hao..."

Chen Hao looked at her: "What's wrong?"

Yang Wanqing bit her lip, her voice choked with emotion: "My grandfather... he had brain cancer, and the hospital issued a critical condition notice. Although he survived, the doctor said... he doesn't have much time left."

Chen Siyao paused for a moment before realizing what she meant: "Yeah, brother, Qingqing's grandpa is so pitiful, can you please help him?"

Yang Wanqing raised her head and looked at Chen Hao, her eyes full of hope.

"Brother Chen Hao, you're so amazing, you can heal my injuries, but could you... could you save my grandfather?"

The live stream went silent instantly.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Chen Hao's answer.

Chen Hao remained silent for a while. He had lived for ten thousand years and witnessed too much birth, aging, sickness, and death. He was terminally ill with cancer and was already past his prime. Even the ancient incantation techniques were not omnipotent. But seeing Yang Wanqing's helpless appearance, he finally relented.

"I can't guarantee a cure," he said, standing up. "But you can go and take a look."

Yang Wanqing's tears welled up instantly.

"Thank you, Brother Chen Hao! Thank you, Brother Chen Hao!"

Chen Siyao quickly hugged her: "Don't cry, don't cry! My brother promised to go, there's definitely hope!"

In the live stream, the chat was flooded with comments again:

[I am Ying Zheng: Master Chen is about to make his move!]

[Home Delivery: Brain Cancer, That's a Terminal Illness]

[Dongmen Chuixue: If Master Chen could cure brain cancer, he would truly be a god.]

[Supernatural Event: I believe in Master Chen; he never does anything he's not sure he can do]

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu: Don't cry, late Qing Dynasty! Master Chen will intervene, your grandfather will definitely be saved!]