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Mr. Qi's voice wasn't loud, but it startled Ming Yan, who immediately turned pale. "Master Qi, what are you saying? Our Ming family absolutely has no intention of looking down on Medicine King Valley!"

"Hmph! If you don't look down on Medicine King Valley, then why did you allow other despicable quacks to administer acupuncture before me while you were treating me?"

Mr. Qi waved his hand dismissively, his eyes clearly filled with displeasure.

Mingyan immediately understood that Mr. Qi was concerned about acupuncture.

After all, they came from Medicine King Valley, and it's normal for such a super medical sect to be arrogant.

"I'll have someone remove the needle right away. Please calm down, Mr. Qi!"

Just as he was about to give the order, Ming Yanzhao stood up from the bedside and explained, "These are silver needles left by Mr. Chu. Before he left, he specifically instructed that they should not be removed within half an hour."

"Mr. Chu?"

Mr. Qi repeated those three words, his tone rising slightly at the end, carrying a scrutinizing tone, "Which Mr. Chu?"

Ming Yanzhao explained, "It's Chu Nan, the divine physician from the North Sea who cured the Qian family patriarch."

The two young Taoist disciples behind Mr. Qi exchanged glances, and one of them chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft, but everyone in the main hall heard it.

"Never heard of it."

Mr. Qi finally spoke, his tone extremely disdainful.

His gaze shifted from Ming Yanzhao's face to the silver needles in Ming Yanwen's chest, and his brows furrowed. "I've never seen this kind of acupuncture technique in my thirty years of practicing medicine in Medicine King Valley."

"The acupoints are wrong, the angle of needle insertion is incorrect, it's shoddy and completely haphazard!"

"You let some quack doctor from who-knows-where randomly stick needles into the young master's body, and then told him not to pull them out?"

"Mr. Qi, this Mr. Chu has indeed cured the Qian family head—"

There was a hint of urgency in Ming Yanzhao's voice.

"The head of the Qian family is the head of the Qian family, and your elder brother is your elder brother."

Mr. Qi interrupted him, his tone now carrying a condescending certainty, "Not all illnesses are the same. Medicine King Valley has practiced medicine for three hundred years; what kind of illness haven't we seen?"

"This kind of acupuncture technique is utterly useless, let alone saving your brother. It's completely ineffective even for common ailments."

"Don't blame me for scaring you, but with this kind of acupuncture technique, if we delay any longer, your eldest brother won't even be able to wake up; he'll be lucky if he doesn't lose his life."

He reached out to remove the needle.

Ming Yanzhao stepped forward, blocking the bed. "Mr. Qi! Mr. Chu instructed before he left that the needles must not be removed within half an hour. This is a matter of life and death, please—"

"Get out of the way!"

Mr. Qi did not back down, and his voice turned cold.

Seeing that Ming Yanzhao remained unmoved, he turned to Ming Yancheng and said, "Second Young Master, you invited me here to save people. In this situation, either you remove the silver needles and let me treat them, or I'll turn around and leave. The choice is yours!"

"Second Brother!"

Ming Yanzhao raised his voice, "Mr. Chu is the one who cured the Qian family head. The Qian family head's illness is exactly the same as my elder brother's—"

"What do you know!"

Ming Yancheng grew anxious, "Mr. Qi is a highly skilled master from Medicine King Valley. How many people has Medicine King Valley saved? How many families in the capital have consulted them for medical treatment?"

"Chu Nan only managed to cure Qian Yunlong! Who knows if it was just luck?"

"luck?"

Ming Yanzhao stared at him. "Mr. Chu just returned from Wangjing Plain last night. Even the Grand Elder of the Jin family was defeated by him. You're telling me he cured illnesses by luck?"

"Those are two different things!"

Ming Yancheng waved his hand, clearly not wanting to argue about it anymore. He turned to a servant beside him and said, "Remove the needle. Mr. Qi is here to save my elder brother. Listen to Mr. Qi."

"Second Brother!"

Ming Yanzhao tried to stop him, but Ming Yancheng had already blocked his way.

"Fourth brother, listen to me this once. Mr. Qi is from Medicine King Valley. He wouldn't joke around with your eldest brother's life."

Mr. Qi stopped watching their argument.

He walked to the bedside, reached out and pinched the silver needle in Ming Yanwen's chest, then pulled it out directly.

The moment the silver needles were removed, Ming Yanwen's complexion became noticeably rosier.

"See? Inserting these silver needles will only worsen the young master's condition; the change in his complexion is the best proof of that—"

Before Mr. Qi could finish speaking, Ming Yanwen's body suddenly arched forward.

Then he opened his mouth and a mouthful of black blood gushed from his throat, spraying onto Mr. Qi's face!

Then, he collapsed onto the bed with a "thump".

His face turned purple instantly, and then a frightening grayish-white!

His breathing suddenly became rapid, his chest heaving violently, as if an invisible hand was choking him.

"Big brother!"

Fifth Sister screamed.

Ming Yanzhao abruptly shook off Ming Yancheng's hand and rushed to the bedside. "Big brother! Big brother, are you alright? Big brother, don't scare me!"

Mr. Qi, whose face was sprayed with black blood, was completely stunned. He staggered back several steps, exclaiming, "No, no, this is impossible! How could this happen? This is absolutely impossible!"

The room was in complete chaos. The fifth sister was crying, and the third sister was holding her, her own eyes reddening.

Mingyan Cheng stood there, speechless, his lips trembling.

Fortunately, Ming Yanzhao remained calm and shouted to the outside world, "Quickly, go and invite Mr. Chu!!!"

……

Chu Nan had just finished wrapping up the last medicinal herb and was carrying the cloth bag, ready to leave.

A servant stumbled into the storeroom, drenched in sweat, his voice trembling, "Mr. Chu! The eldest young master is in trouble! The fourth young master requests your immediate return!"

Chu Nan didn't ask any questions. He stuffed the cloth bag into his arms and hurried back with the servant.

As he walked through the corridor, he heard a commotion coming from the direction of the main hall.

He stepped across the threshold and immediately saw Mingyanwen on the couch.

Black blood clung to the corner of his mouth, his face was ashen, and his breathing was so weak that the rise and fall of his chest was barely perceptible.

A middle-aged man in a gray-white Taoist robe stood frozen in place, his face still smeared with black blood, muttering "Impossible" over and over again.

Chu Nan's face darkened, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room before finally settling on Ming Yanzhao. "Didn't I say that the needles absolutely cannot be removed within half an hour?"

The sentence wasn't harsh, but everyone in the main hall sensed the chill in it.

Ming Yanzhao lowered his head, his lips moved but he didn't say a word in defense. He knelt down directly and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chu. It was my fault for not taking good care of him. His needles were forcibly removed. Please don't be angry. Please save my brother first."

Ming Yancheng also knelt down. Mr. Chu, if you want to blame someone, blame me.

He knelt down decisively, his knees slamming onto the floor tiles with a dull thud. His hands were pressed to the ground, his head almost touching the floor. "I was foolish enough to believe that quack doctor's slander, but please, I beg you, save my brother!"

"Second Young Master, who are you calling a quack doctor?"

Mr. Qi was trembling with rage. He wiped the black blood from his face with his sleeve and pointed at Chu Nan, saying, "It was clearly this kid's acupuncture that was ineffective. I removed the needles in time to stop the damage. If I hadn't acted decisively, the young master would be dead by now!"

Ming Yancheng suddenly stood up, pointed at Mr. Qi's nose, and angrily shouted, "Shut up!"