Starting with a beautiful woman's private doctor

Qian Yunlong didn't reply. He leaned against the headboard, his eyes half-closed, his face still showing signs of fatigue from recovering from a long illness.

Chu Nan spoke lightly, but Qian Yunlong, who had lived for over fifty years, could not possibly be unaware of the weight behind his words.

For a young man in his early twenties to say something like "letting the price lose its backer" after learning that a Grandmaster-level opponent is about to emerge from seclusion, there are only two possibilities.

They're either an arrogant idiot who doesn't know their own limitations, or they really have a trump card up their sleeve.

Chu Nan is clearly not the former.

Qian Yunlong smiled silently and did not continue the topic. "Mr. Chu, it's getting late. I'm not feeling well, so I won't see you off in person. Xinya, please see Mr. Chu off for me."

"Yes, Father."

Qian Xinya stood up in response and accompanied Chu Nan outside.

"I'll leave the Heavenly Dew Pot here for now. Every time you condense spiritual liquid, take it out, mix it with powdered Crimson Blood Ginseng, and have your father take it."

As Chu Nan walked, he said, "His body will be about 70-80% recovered in less than three days."

"I've got it."

Chu Nan smiled and said, "Actually, I had expected what your father said. For me, this is not a bad thing."

Qian Xinya was completely stunned.

Not a bad thing?

In the eyes of the other party, the emergence of the Jin family's chief elder was not a bad thing at all.

At the same time, Qian Yunlong heard the footsteps fading into the distance, and slowly opened his eyes, "Uncle Wen."

Wenbo bowed in response, "Master."

Qian Yunlong said, "Go to the basement."

Wenbo brought a wheelchair and helped Qian Yunlong into it.

The two passed through an inconspicuous hidden door on the side of the room and slowly descended the narrow staircase.

The basement was small, with rough bluestone walls and a dim old light bulb hanging from the ceiling, making the whole room half-lit and half-dark.

The air was filled with a mixture of dampness and the smell of blood.

On an iron chair against the wall, Master Jiang was tightly bound by several chains.

His Taoist robe was tattered beyond recognition, his face was so swollen that he was almost unrecognizable, and his triangular eyes were bloodshot. He was no longer the arrogant master he had been before.

Hearing the sound of the wheelchair rolling over the stone slabs, Master Jiang struggled to lift his head.

Those eyes widened in surprise, then erupted in a look of utter terror, as if they had seen a ghost, and the person began to tremble violently.

"Fuck...fuck the master of the house..."

Qian Yunlong looked at him without saying a word.

Wenbo stopped his wheelchair in front of Master Jiang and stepped aside.

"Master Jiang."

Qian Yunlong's voice was soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the cramped basement. "My place is shabby, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Master Jiang shook his head frantically, the chains rattling loudly. "No, I'm not wronged! Patriarch Qian, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"You are so kind as to forgive me this time! I promise I will leave the capital from now on and never come back!"

Qian Yunlong didn't reply, he just looked at him with a calm gaze, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

"I think I've been unconscious for far too long..."

Qian Yunlong slowly began to speak, "In the past six months, Xinya has sought out doctors and extraordinary individuals throughout most of the Great Xia Dynasty, but not a single one could cure me, except for you!"

"It was just a tiny poisonous insect. Not to mention the whole of Great Xia, there are quite a few in this huge capital city that can recognize it. Moreover, the one who ultimately cured me was a young man."

"So it's not that they can't cure me, but that they can't, or rather... they dare not!"

"And not only did you dare, you also extended my life by six months. Why is that?"

Master Jiang's face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence, "I... my medical skills are shallow, I only did what I could..."

"Master Jiang!"

Qian Yunlong interrupted him, his tone still unhurried, "You've already fallen to this point, so don't treat me like a fool anymore."

Master Jiang's psychological defenses finally collapsed completely at this moment.

He pursed his lips, and two lines of tears squeezed from his swollen eyes as he sobbed, "Patriarch Qian, I... I was forced! Someone ordered me to do this!"

"I admit I had ulterior motives, wanting to use Miss Qian's search for medicine as an opportunity to gain some benefits for myself, but those were just minor things! The one who really wanted to harm you wasn't me!"

"So, who wants to harm me?"

"They're from the Qian family!"

Master Jiang said urgently, "It was the other branches of the family who approached me, promising me benefits so that I could keep you alive under the guise of extending your life, without giving you a real way out."

"They also know that as long as you're still alive, the Qian family won't fall into complete chaos, because all the forces around you are still wary of you."

"But if you really wake up, what will happen to the Qian family..."

Enraged, Wenbo took a step forward and shouted, "You're talking nonsense! You're about to die and you still dare to spout such rubbish!"

"The second and third wives are sworn enemies, wishing they could kill each other. How could they possibly join forces?"

"Not to mention the sixth and seventh branches, they were personally promoted by the master, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they are his right-hand men! Even if the other branches rebelled, these two branches would never do so!"

"I... I'm telling the truth!"

Master Jiang panicked and said, "Think about it, I'm an outsider. If it weren't for someone from the Qian family giving their word, how could I dare to do such a thing? What would I be after!"

Wenbo was about to reprimand him again, but Qian Yunlong raised his hand to stop him. "You said... they joined forces."

Master Jiang nodded vigorously.

Wenbo panicked. "Master, he's clearly trying to sow discord within the Qian family!"

"I know."

Qian Yunlong's voice remained calm, "Under normal circumstances, it is indeed impossible for them to join forces."

"Especially the second and third wives, the two families have been sworn enemies since my father's generation. Getting them to sit at the same table is harder than getting pigs to fly."

He paused, his voice suddenly becoming deeper, "But there is one person who can turn the impossible into the possible."

Wenbo paused for a moment, then quickly searched his mind for the possibility of this person.

But before he could find it, Qian Yunlong asked, "Uncle Wen, do you still remember Fourth Uncle?"

Wenbo's body stiffened abruptly. He slowly raised his head, his face gradually turning pale. "Master...you mean..."

Qian Yunlong didn't say anything more, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest of the wheelchair.

The entire basement was extremely quiet, except for the chattering sound of Master Jiang's teeth.

"Keep today's events to yourself."

Qian Yunlong opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as a dry well. "You are not allowed to tell anyone that I have woken up."

"clear."

Wenbo knelt on one knee, then stood up and walked to Master Jiang.

Master Jiang finally realized something and screamed like a madman, "You can't kill me...you can't kill me! I know a lot more! The Fourth Uncle you mentioned, I also—"

Before he could finish speaking, Wenbo raised his hand and struck out with a palm strike from a distance.

"Snap!"

With a cracking sound, Master Jiang's screams abruptly stopped, his head tilting to one side at an unnatural angle...