Starting with a beautiful woman's private doctor

"Every family has its own problems, I suppose!"

Qian Yunlong sighed, "Although Old Man Ming's sons are united, their mothers come from various families, and their wives are all key daughters who followed Old Man Ming in building his empire."

"Those who are fathers-in-law and brothers-in-law each have their own agendas. The eldest son of the Ming family is the successor. Once he dies, the Ming family will inevitably be in chaos."

"It's hard to say who will benefit in the end, but if Young Master Ming falls, those maternal relatives and in-laws will probably not sit still."

Are they related by marriage?

Whether it's a power grab by maternal relatives or internal strife, it doesn't really matter anymore.

Since the Ming family doesn't have a Celestial Ancestor, their biggest problem is solved.

After all, it's not the theft itself that's scary, but the thief's covetousness. Since you have nothing that the other party can covet, there's no need for you to be wary anymore.

Chu Nan took out his phone and dialed the number on the business card.

"Fourth Young Master Ming, I have time this afternoon, and I can take a look at your brother's condition then."

On the other end of the phone, Ming Yanzhao's voice was filled with undisguised gratitude, "Okay, tell me the specific time, and I'll come pick you up in person!"

In the afternoon, Mingyan Zhaozhen personally came to the Qian family villa to pick up the people.

Chu Nan got into his car, and they drove towards Nancheng.

The Ming family's main residence is located deep in an old neighborhood in the southern part of the city. It has a neat layout, gray brick walls, and a tall gatehouse.

Two old locust trees at the entrance spread their huge canopies, filtering the sunlight in dappled patterns.

Once inside the courtyard, Chu Nan realized it was much larger than it appeared from the outside.

The courtyard has three entrances and three exits, each level leading to the next, with guards on each level, all with solemn expressions.

Chu Nan followed Ming Yanzhao inside, encountering several groups of people along the way, including maids and servants, as well as well-dressed men and women.

Those people respectfully addressed Ming Yanzhao as "Fourth Young Master".

Upon arriving at the main hall of the inner courtyard, Chu Nan immediately spotted Ming Yanwen lying on the couch.

The man was about forty-five or forty-six years old, with a sallow complexion, pale lips, and weak breathing.

The symptoms were almost exactly the same as those of Qian Yunlong back then.

Several people, men and women, were gathered around the bed, all with worried expressions.

A middle-aged doctor in a blue robe stood up from the bedside, cupped his hands, and said, "Gentlemen and ladies, I am truly powerless to help the eldest son with his illness."

He sighed, picked up his medicine box, and left.

A young woman nearby couldn't help but say, "This is already the tenth extraordinary person to arrive during the tournament. Could it be that there's really no one who can cure Big Brother's illness?"

Another man chimed in, "Third sister, don't worry. Didn't fourth brother say he'd invited Mr. Chu, who cured the Qian family head?"

"real?"

The young woman looked up abruptly, her eyes lighting up when she saw Chu Nan standing next to Ming Yanzhao. "This must be Mr. Chu?"

Ming Yanzhao nodded and said to Chu Nan, "Mr. Chu, these are my third brother, third sister, and fifth sister."

Chu Nan glanced at it.

The third young master was younger, lean, and had sharp eyes.

The third sister was in her early twenties, with gentle features.

The fifth sister was even younger, only seventeen or eighteen years old, and her eyes were red, clearly from crying.

Several people gathered around, pleading with Chu Nan to make a move.

Chu Nan didn't exchange many pleasantries, only saying, "Let me check on the person first."

He walked to the bedside, squatted down, and placed his right hand on Ming Yanwen's pulse.

Following the meridians, Chu Nan quickly discovered the problem.

Ming Yanwen's soul had been tampered with; of his three souls and seven spirits, one soul and two spirits had already left his body.

If the soul is incomplete, the flow of qi and blood will be obstructed, and the person will not be able to wake up.

This is different from poisonous insects, which are devoured by external things, while this is evil magic.

Soul Separation Curse!

Someone cast a soul-separating spell on Ming Yanwen, causing his soul to leave his body and preventing him from waking up.

Chu Nan stopped and stood up, while the Ming siblings watched him nervously.

"Mr. Chu, how is my elder brother?" Ming Yanzhao asked cautiously.

Chu Nan glanced at the people in the room and felt that with so many people around, it wasn't appropriate to reveal the truth on the spot.

After carefully considering his words, he said, "I will first try to treat the eldest young master with acupuncture. If he wakes up, then my deduction will be correct. If he doesn't wake up, I won't speculate on the cause of his illness and cause you all unnecessary worry."

"Okay! Please go ahead!"

Ming Yanzhao immediately had someone bring over the silver needles.

Chu Nan took the silver needles and walked to the bedside, inserting needles into Ming Yanwen's head, brow, chest, and dantian in turn.

Each needle was precisely inserted into the corresponding acupoint, and a trace of his true energy was attached to the silver needle, nailing the departed soul back into the body one by one.

He didn't insert the needles quickly, but after each needle, Ming Yanwen's complexion would improve.

By the time the last injection was administered, Ming Yanwen's breathing was much more steady than before.

Chu Nan straightened up. "We only need to wait half an hour."

"Thank you, Mr. Chu!"

Ming Yanzhao bowed respectfully and said, "I will have someone take you to the storeroom. Please feel free to take whatever medicinal herbs you need."

Chu Nan was taken aback: "Your older brother hasn't even woken up yet, and you're already asking me to get the medicine?"

Ming Yanzhao said frankly, "I trust you because Mr. Chu is willing to come. As the saying goes, 'If you employ someone, don't doubt them; if you don't trust them, don't employ them.' Even if my elder brother doesn't wake up, I will never let you, Mr. Chu, have made this trip in vain!"

"Fourth Young Master is truly a straightforward person. Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony either, but..."

Before leaving, Chu Nan specifically instructed, "Don't remove the needles until the time is up!"

"Don't worry, I'll be here watching and will absolutely not allow these silver needles to be touched!"

Hearing Ming Yanzhao's words, the virgin felt reassured and left with the servant.

The storeroom was located at the deepest part of the courtyard, with three locks on the door, which the servants opened one by one.

The moment the door opened, Chu Nan smelled a strong medicinal fragrance.

It was bigger than he had imagined, with rows of medicine cabinets against the walls, stretching from the floor all the way to the roof beams.

There are countless century-old herbs, and semi-spiritual herbs are plentiful. There are even dozens of spiritual herbs, which is much more than the Qian family's inventory.

Chu Nan slowly walked around the medicine cabinets, his fingers sliding across the rows of drawers.

The Ming family's medicinal herbs are indeed more abundant than the Qian family's; they have quite a few spiritual herbs just for the soul he needs to repair.

He laid out the medicinal herbs one by one on the table, carefully examining their quality and age.

Elixirs for repairing the soul are already rare, and the Ming family has certainly gone to great lengths to gather so many.

Meanwhile, in the main hall, the second young master Ming Yancheng was accompanying a middle-aged man in a gray-white Taoist robe into the courtyard.

The middle-aged man was in his fifties, with a thin face, a long beard on his chin, and a string of prayer beads made of herbs in his hand.

Two young Taoist boys followed behind him, one carrying a medicine box and the other carrying an incense burner.

It wasn't a grand affair, but it was impressive.

Ming Yancheng walked faster than usual, his expression a mixture of respect and urgency, as if afraid of slighting someone.

"Mr. Qi, this way please."

Ming Yancheng stepped aside to lead the way, his voice low, "My older brother is inside."

Mr. Qi did not respond, but simply nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the layout of the courtyard as if he were examining something.

As he entered the main hall, the first thing he saw was Ming Yanwen on the couch.

The second thing I saw was the eight silver needles stuck in Ming Yanwen's body.

His expression shifted from surprise to confusion, and finally to obvious disgust. "Does the Ming family look down on my Medicine King Valley?"