Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

The rain stopped early the next morning.

Jiang Ruoxi came out of the break room, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she walked towards the office.

For Jiang Ruoxi's safety, Ye Chen moved her resting place to next to his office, making it easier for him to handle emergencies.

As she passed by Ye Chen's office, she habitually glanced inside. Ye Chen would usually be making tea or reading the newspaper with his legs crossed at this time, but today he was sitting upright, hunched over his desk, writing and drawing.

Jiang Ruoxi walked in curiously and then saw the person sitting opposite Ye Chen.

He was a thin old man wearing an ill-fitting security guard uniform, clearly someone who had been hired at the last minute; the cuffs were too short, revealing his two thin, bony wrists.

His hair was gray, and the wrinkles on his face were so deep they looked like they had been carved by a knife. He sat upright in the chair, his back straight, with a steaming cup of tea in front of him. He remained motionless, like a statue.

What impressed Jiang Ruoxi the most were those eyes, which shone with a sharp light.

"Who is this...?" Jiang Ruoxi asked hesitantly.

"Oh, the new security consultant, Lao Gui, this is my fiancée, President Jiang."

After replying to Jiang Ruoxi, Ye Chen introduced Jiang Ruoxi to Lao Gui.

The ghost servant turned his head expressionlessly and nodded slightly to Jiang Ruoxi: "Hello, President Jiang."

Jiang Ruoxi looked the security consultant up and down, and the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong.

The way the old man sat there clearly showed that he was a martial arts expert, and a very high-level one at that.

What Jiang Ruoxi was more concerned about was his breathing rhythm, which was so slow that it was almost inaudible, completely different from the hidden strength masters she had met.

She grabbed Ye Chen's sleeve, pulled him into the corridor, and asked in a low voice, "Ye Chen, tell me honestly, who exactly is this old gentleman?"

Ye Chen scratched his head, looking innocent: "Didn't I already say? He's a security consultant, someone I invited to help."

"Are you kidding me? He's wearing a security guard uniform, but the cuffs are new, without even a crease, meaning he just changed into it this morning. Who is this old man anyway?"

Jiang Ruoxi exposed Ye Chen's lie with just a few words.

"Wife, you have a sharp eye. It's a shame you're not a detective." Ye Chen gave her a thumbs up, then quickly explained before Jiang Ruoxi could explode.

"Then you should confess honestly!"

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you. His name is Ghost Servant, and he's a top-tier retainer of the Qiao family in the provincial capital. He came here last night in the middle of the night, originally to kill me."

Ye Chen recounted the events truthfully.

Jiang Ruoxi's expression changed instantly: "Here to kill you? Are you injured? Are you alright?"

She subconsciously reached out to touch Ye Chen's arm to check if he was injured.

Ye Chen felt a warmth in his heart and smiled as he held her hand: "It's alright, it's alright. Don't you know how good your husband is? We only exchanged a couple of moves, and neither of us suffered a loss. Then we sat down and chatted, and as we chatted, we ended up making a deal."

"What deal?" Jiang Ruoxi awkwardly pulled her hand back, her face instantly turning red.

"He has a 20-year-old wound on his chest that aches terribly on rainy days. In all the world, only my master and I can heal this wound. I promised to heal him, and he promised not to work for the Qiao family again until he is healed." Ye Chen said, pointing his thumb to his chest with a smug look on his face.

Jiang Ruoxi was silent for a few seconds, quickly processing the information, before asking the most crucial question: "Are you sure he's genuinely making the deal? What if he changes his mind after he recovers? The fact that the Qiao family sent him to kill you shows that he's highly loyal to them."

"Wife, that's a good question." Ye Chen leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, his expression unusually serious.

Jiang Ruoxi, still somewhat doubtful, asked again, "You trust him that much?"

Ye Chen confidently replied, "Ghost Servant owes Old Master Qiao a life. He has served the Qiao family for twenty years, which is more than enough. Besides, he is a master of the Transformation Realm. Last night, he could have ambushed me, but he chose to stand openly on the rooftop and wait for me to come up. Even if I didn't treat his injuries, he might not be able to beat me. Treating his injuries would only make me a friend."

After hearing this, Jiang Ruoxi still felt a little uneasy, but she knew that Ye Chen's judgment of people was always very accurate.

From He Jianping to Zhou Wantong to Song Tiezhu, everyone he recruited eventually became his most reliable ally.

This ghost servant may be the same.

"Be careful," she said softly, but the worry in her voice was impossible to hide.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Ye Chen grinned and pushed open the security department door again.

The ghost servant remained seated upright in the chair, without even changing his posture.

The tea in front of him had gone cold, but he seemed not to care at all.

Seeing the two enter, he raised his eyelids, his gaze lingered on Jiang Ruoxi's face for a moment, and then fell on Ye Chen.

"Have you finished talking?"

Ye Chen pulled up a chair and sat down opposite the ghost servant, taking out silver needles from a cloth bag on the table: "We're done talking, old ghost. Let's begin today's treatment. Take off your clothes."

Without saying a word, Ghost Servant took off his security guard uniform, revealing his lean upper body.

Seeing this, Jiang Ruoxi closed the door and left.

Ye Chen's technique was extremely fast. The silver needles streaked through the air, precisely piercing more than a dozen acupoints on the ghost servant's chest.

The ghost servant sat upright, eyes closed, silently enduring the soreness, numbness, and swelling caused by the silver needles entering his body, expressionless and without uttering a sound.

"Old ghost, can you tell me about the origin of your injury?" Ye Chen asked casually while administering acupuncture.

The ghost servant was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "Twenty years ago, I fought a duel with an enemy. Before I died, he struck me in the chest with all his might, breaking my ribs and piercing my lungs. Although I survived, the bone fragments were not completely removed and remained near my lung meridians. Whenever it rains, the bone fragments compress my lung meridians, causing my internal energy to stagnate when it reaches that point."

Ye Chen clicked his tongue in amazement: "This person's strength is quite impressive."

Ghost Servant opened his eyes and glanced at Ye Chen: "He was one of the top three martial arts masters in Jiangnan back then. I have no grudge against him. We were just working for different masters. I was just repaying Old Master Qiao's favor by eliminating an enemy for his son."

"So you've spent the last twenty years repaying this debt of gratitude?"

The ghost servant nodded: "Old Master Qiao has indeed treated me well. He never lacks courtesy during festivals and treats me with the respect due to a national hero. Therefore, I am willing to serve him for twenty years. But after twenty years, I have repaid what I owed him."

Ye Chen inserted the last silver needle into the acupoint, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, the first needle is done. Old Ghost, how do you feel?"

Ghost Servant took a deep breath, his expression changing slightly.

For the past twenty years, he had felt a sharp pain every time he took a deep breath, but this time, the pain was reduced by at least 30%, and his breathing was as smooth as if something had cleared his blockage.

He tried to circulate his internal energy, and the true energy that had been stagnant in his chest slowly flowed through. Although there was still some obstruction, it was much better than before.

"The medical skills of Medicine King Valley are indeed well-deserved." The ghost servant's tone carried a hint of sincere admiration.

Ye Chen smugly instructed the ghost servant, "Uncle Ghost, your injury requires seven acupuncture treatments, once every three days. You cannot engage in any physical violence during this period, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain."