My disciple, you are now invincible. Go down the mountain and wreak havoc on the world!

"Which side is the emergency room on?"

Ye Xunhuan glanced around the hall and noticed that the two corridors on the left and right were exactly the same. His brows furrowed instantly.

He fears nothing but these indistinguishable stairwells, where he gets lost eight out of ten times.

"This way! Come with me!" Su Qingyuan was so anxious that tears were falling down her face. She grabbed his arm and ran to the right.

The two rushed to the door of the emergency room and bumped into the attending physician taking off his mask and walking out, with a nurse behind him holding a death certificate.

"The family members have arrived just in time."

The doctor sighed, his voice heavy, "Old Su's heart stopped. We did our best!"

"Family members...prepare for the funeral."

Before the doctor could finish speaking, Ye Xunhuan pushed him aside.

"Useless trash, all nonsense."

He kicked open the door to the emergency room, and Su Qingyuan followed closely behind.

"Hey, hey?! What are you doing! You can't just barge into the emergency room!"

The doctor reprimanded him and followed him inside.

"This is disrupting hospital order. You can't act like this!"

"The patient has no vital signs; do not desecrate the patient's body..."

On the monitor, a cold, straight line was so sharp it hurt your eyes.

Ye Xunhuan ignored him completely, took a few steps to the bedside, and placed two fingers on the old man's wrist.

The pulse under my fingertips was so weak it was almost undetectable, and my body temperature was dropping, clearly indicating that the toxins in my body had prematurely erupted and were directly attacking my heart.

"What are you all standing there for? Get out!"

Ye Xunhuan didn't turn his head, a half-eaten lollipop dangling from his mouth. "If we delay a few more minutes, this old thing will really be dead."

"You!" The attending physician's face turned a deep shade of liver with anger. "Which department are you from? Do you know that this will..."

"Get lost." Ye Xunhuan glanced at him sideways.

The doctor froze, swallowing back the words he was about to say, not daring to utter a single word.

At this moment, Ye Xunhuan took out a few silver needles from his coarse cloth bag, and then took out the rare and precious medicinal herbs that he had just extorted from Lu Mingchen. With a gentle pinch of his fingertips, the hard herbs were crushed into fine powder, and a rich medicinal fragrance instantly spread.

"Yuanyuan, help me unbutton this old man's clothes."

Su Qingyuan nodded hurriedly, her hands trembling as she untied her grandfather's hospital gown.

The next second, Ye Xunhuan moved.

His fingers flew, so fast that only afterimages remained, as he inserted silver needles one after another into the acupoints on the old man's chest, with precision as if measured with a ruler.

The lollipop in his mouth bulged on his cheeks, seemingly nonchalant, but the placement, depth, and force of each prick were precise.

The doctors and nurses nearby stared in disbelief, forgetting to breathe.

What kind of acupuncture technique is this?

They had been practicing medicine for over a decade, and they had never even seen or heard of such a fast and accurate technique!

After inserting the last needle, Ye Xunhuan pinched the powder between his fingertips and gently flicked it along the end of the silver needle.

The powder seemed to come alive, seeping into the needle hole little by little.

At that moment, he placed his other hand on the old man's chest, and a warm internal force slowly flowed into it.

"Beep—"

The monitor suddenly beeped.

The originally straight line suddenly jumped!

"It's moving! The heartbeat is back!" the nurse exclaimed, covering her mouth in disbelief.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The monitor's beeping became more regular, gradually changing from a weak pulse to a steady and strong one, and the blood pressure and blood oxygen levels also gradually rose.

It took no more than five minutes in total.

Ye Xunhuan withdrew his hand, flicked his fingers, and all the silver needles returned to the cloth bag in one smooth motion.

He bit into the last piece of candy in his mouth, making a crisp crunch.

"Alright, you're not going to die."

"As for the follow-up, brew the medicine according to the prescription I gave you before, and don't feed it any more random things."

The entire emergency room was completely silent.

Everyone looked at him as if he were a monster.

He revived a patient who was declared dead after 15 minutes of resuscitation efforts in just 5 minutes?

Is it still using traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture?

This is simply a medical miracle!

The attending physician, who had been so assertive just moments before, stood there, his face flushed, completely at a loss for words. It took him a long time to finally stammer out:

"Sir, what kind of acupuncture technique are you using?"

"This is...too, too amazing..."

"What a load of rubbish! You guys are just too useless."

"Can simply reciting from the textbook save lives?"

Ye Xunhuan pursed his lips, too lazy to waste words with him, and turned around to pull Su Qingyuan, who hadn't yet reacted, out of the room.

"Let's go outside for some fresh air, the disinfectant smell here is awful."

As soon as I stepped out of the emergency room, I heard a commotion of footsteps and angry shouts coming from the end of the corridor.

"Where is that little bastard Ye Xunhuan? Get out here!"

The middle-aged man at the head of the group, dressed in a suit and tie, with a face full of anger, was none other than Lu Mingchen's father, Lu Zhenxiong, the head of the Lu family in the provincial capital. Behind him were more than a dozen bodyguards in black, each burly and imposing, who charged over menacingly.

The patients' family members in the corridor were so frightened that they all moved away, fearing that they would get into trouble.

Lu Zhenxiong spotted Ye Xunhuan at a glance, his eyes instantly filled with such venomous resentment they seemed to drip water.

He just received a call from his son, who told him that his son's hand had been broken and that he had been extorted for hundreds of millions of yuan. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood on the spot, so he immediately brought people over.

"You little beast! You're the one who hurt my son!"

Lu Zhenxiong pointed at Ye Xunhuan, gritting his teeth.

"I'm telling you, you won't kneel down and apologize to my son today."

"If you cripple your own hands and feet again, I, Lu Zhenxiong, will take your surname!"

"And you, the mastermind behind this instigation in the Su family, I'll make sure you can't stay in Jiangcheng any longer!"

Su Qingyuan's face paled, and she subconsciously took half a step forward, blocking Ye Xunhuan's path.

"Uncle Lu, things aren't what you think. It was the assassins from Youge who spoke first..."

"Get out of here!" Lu Zhenxiong interrupted sharply.

"You have no right to speak here! After I deal with him, I'll settle accounts with the Su family!"

Ye Xunhuan slowly reached out and pulled Su Qingyuan back behind him, then took a step forward and leaned against the wall.

Then, he took a new orange-flavored lollipop out of his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

"I mean, is it a family trait of the Lu family that never learns from past mistakes?"

He shrugged. "Son, I just crippled your first hand and third leg, and you think I'd come running to get myself killed?"

"Don't rush to make a family of three, okay?"

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

Lu Zhenxiong was trembling with rage. He raised his hand and ordered, "Get him! Break all four of his limbs! I want him to crawl out of the hospital on his knees!"

A dozen bodyguards clenched their fists and were about to rush forward.

Just then—

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

A series of deafening brake screech echoed downstairs at the hospital as a long line of black luxury cars drove into the hospital and stopped in unison in front of the inpatient building.

Her aura was so strong that even the hospital security guards dared not step forward to stop her.

"What's going on? What important person has arrived?"

"My God, a Maybach? A Bentley? And a Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost?"

"There are over a dozen cars parked here. What kind of person must they be?"

The people in the corridor were attracted by the commotion downstairs and began to peek down.

Lu Zhenxiong was also taken aback, wondering when Jiang Cheng had arrived with such a large entourage.

Before he could figure it out, hurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

The hospital director personally led the way, followed by leaders from the Municipal Health Bureau, and a group of people accompanied an elderly man in a Tang suit as they walked quickly over.

The old man had gray hair, but his back was straight, his eyes were sharp, and his demeanor was calm and composed. He was clearly no ordinary person.

The dean walked along, smiling obsequiously, his back bent at a ninety-degree angle.

"Uncle Ye, why did you come all the way here in person?"

"Just let me know if you need anything, there's no need to make a trip..."

The old man ignored him, his gaze sweeping across the corridor before landing directly on Ye Xunhuan.

The next second, the old man strode over and, to everyone's astonishment, bowed deeply to Ye Xunhuan.

"Young Master, this old servant, Ye Zhong, has been searching for you for twenty long years, and I have finally found you!"

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire corridor.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone is stupid.

Young master?

What... what's going on?

Lu Zhenxiong's arrogant expression froze on his face before he could even retract it.

He looked at the old man who was so respectful to even the hospital director and the health bureau leaders, and he actually called Ye Xunhuan "Young Master".

My mind went blank for a second.

"Who...who are you?" Lu Zhenxiong swallowed hard, trying to appear calm.

"What young master? You've mistaken me for someone else!"

Ye Zhong slowly straightened up and gave him a cold glance.

That one look sent a chill down Lu Zhenxiong's spine, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Ye Zhong of the Ye family in the capital."

Ye Zhong's tone was calm, yet it carried an air of condescending authority.

"This is Ye Xunhuan, the only grandson of the Ye family patriarch and the rightful heir of the Ye family."

"boom"--

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding loudly in the corridor.

The Ye family of the capital!

That's a top-tier wealthy family standing at the very pinnacle of China! Their power and wealth are immense, and their foundation is unfathomable!

Let alone the Lu family in the provincial capital, even if all the prominent families in the province were combined, they would be no different from ants in the eyes of the Ye family!

Lu Zhenxiong's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground with a "thud".

His face was ashen, his lips trembled, and he could barely speak.

"The Ye... Ye family... the Ye family of the capital..."

He never imagined that the seemingly carefree young man he had offended, who always seemed to be sucking on candy, was actually the heir to the Ye family in the capital!

Finished!

It's completely over!

The Lu family has really bitten off more than they can chew this time! And it's a steel plate that can crush them to dust!

"Thump! Splash!"

Lu Zhenxiong scrambled to his knees before Ye Xunhuan, kowtowing repeatedly until his forehead bled.

"Young Master Ye... I was wrong! I was blind! I looked down on you! I beg you... please forgive me this time!"

"If you spare the Lu family, our Lu family will serve you like slaves from now on!"

The stark contrast left those around them speechless.

Just a moment ago he was arrogant and domineering, threatening to break people's limbs, but now he's kneeling on the ground like a stray dog.

Su Qingyuan also stood there, stunned, staring blankly at Ye Xunhuan's back.

The heir to the Ye family of Beijing?

Her nominal husband, that man who always had a lollipop in his mouth and seemed to be a complete scoundrel, actually had such a terrifying background?

For a moment, she felt a little dazed, as if the person in front of her was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Ye Xunhuan frowned, looking at the old man in the Tang suit in front of him, feeling a mix of emotions.

He grew up in the mountains with his master, who only mentioned that his family had some connections and told him not to talk about it to people casually, but never mentioned the Ye family in the capital.

"You've got the wrong person," Ye Xunhuan said calmly, his tone indifferent.

"Young master, you can't be wrong."

Ye Zhong spoke respectfully as he took out half a piece of black jade from his pocket.

"Do you also have half of the Xuanyu Talisman? This is a heirloom of the Ye family. Back then, Madam split it in two. You took one half with you, and left the other half at home."

Ye Xunhuan's eyes flickered slightly.

He did indeed wear half a piece of black jade around his neck, which he had worn since childhood. His master said it was left to him by his parents.

Seeing his expression, Ye Zhong knew he had guessed correctly.

"Young Master, the Xuan Yu Talisman that Youge has been searching for is the Ye family's ancestral treasure."

"The family strife back then, and the incidents that happened to your parents, were all inextricably linked to this Xuanyu Talisman and the Youge Pavilion."

"Also, your master sent a message through someone, asking you to return to the capital."

"It's time to tell you the truth about your parents."

Ye Xunhuan gripped the half-piece of cool, dark jade at his collar, his fingers tightening little by little.

The roguish air on his face slowly faded, and his dark eyes became as deep as an icy pool, churning with a chilling coldness.

The truth about parents?

A secluded pavilion?

Family strife?

It turns out that when his master said "his worldly ties were not yet severed" when he went down the mountain, he was referring to this.