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Mr. Qi was stunned and involuntarily took a step back.

The arrogance on his face hadn't completely dissipated before it was replaced by disbelief. "You...you actually dare to yell at me? I'm from Medicine King Valley—"

"Don't yell at me!"

Ming Yancheng's voice was more than twice as loud as before, and the veins on his neck were bulging. "If it weren't for the sake of Medicine King Valley, I would have had you captured long ago and made my elder brother pay with his life!"

Mr. Qi's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

The two young Taoist disciples behind him disregarded any formality and rushed forward to help him up.

Mr. Qi's lips trembled; he wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

He knew very well that the Ming family was one of the four great families in the capital.

He was treated like an honored guest because he had previously asked for something from me, and I could put on airs.

But now, he almost killed Ming Yanwen. The other party taught him a lesson as if he were a disciple of Medicine King Valley, which was no different from stepping on an ant.

Chu Nan ignored them, walked to the bedside, bent down and took Ming Yanwen's pulse.

As the senses probed along the meridians, the soul and two spirits indeed drifted out again, and even more dispersed than before.

Because the silver needles were removed, the sealed evil energy was completely released.

Chu Nan withdrew his hand and took out a silver needle from his pocket.

He didn't rush to insert the needles, but first channeled his inner energy to his fingertips.

A bluish-white light condensed between his fingers, and silver needles floated up, hovering three inches in front of his palm, before he flicked his finger.

The first silver needle flew out and precisely pierced Mingyanwen's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

With a slight tremor at the needle's end, bluish-white true energy flowed into the needle, pinning the soul back to its original position.

The second needle flew towards the space between the eyebrows, the third towards the center of the chest, and the fourth towards the lower abdomen.

After the four needles were inserted, Ming Yanwen's breathing became steady. Chu Nan then flicked out four more silver needles and inserted them into major acupoints on his limbs.

With all eight needles in place, the soul and two spirits were completely suppressed and no longer scattered.

Throughout the entire process, Chu Nan's hand did not touch the silver needles even once.

All the silver needles flew out into the air and landed in the acupoints, the true energy light at the needle tails like a very thin layer of green gauze, covering Ming Yanwen's entire body.

"Using Qi to control needles, transferring acupoints remotely?!"

Mr. Qi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The silver needles soared through the air, and true energy flowed through the acupoints—this was a technique only the elders of the sect could perform!

Realizing Chu Nan's prowess, he knelt on the ground with a thud, saying, "Qi Baokun, a disciple of the Medicine King Sect, was unaware of the divine physician's presence and has offended you greatly. Please forgive me!"

Chu Nan ignored him and waited until Ming Yanwen's breathing and pulse stabilized before turning to Qi Baokun, "Before you removed the needles, did you check his pulse and diagnose his condition?"

Qi Baokun lowered his head, not daring to look up, "N-nothing..."

"Then why did you remove the needle?"

That's because...because...

Qi Baokun couldn't continue. If he were to reveal his true thoughts, he estimated that without him even giving the order, his brothers and sisters from the Ming family would immediately come up and kill him.

Ming Yancheng snorted coldly, "You should be glad my elder brother is out of danger, otherwise I would have killed you! Get lost!"

Qi Baokun knelt on the ground, his fingers gripping the hem of his robe. If he left like this, he would have completely lost face for Medicine King Valley.

He gritted his teeth, raised his head, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Ming Yancheng. "Second Young Master, I hope you will give me a chance to make amends."

"Now that Physician Chu has stabilized the young master's condition, I will go forward and see if I can use the secret method of my Medicine King Valley to remedy the situation and speed up the healing process."

"Do you want my brother dead?" Ming Yancheng was furious again.

Ming Yanzhao advised from the side, "Forget it, Second Brother. This Mr. Qi is, after all, a top disciple of Medicine King Valley. He might really be able to help."

Ming Yancheng didn't speak, but turned to look at Chu Nan.

Seeing Chu Nan wave his hand dismissively, Qi Baokun finally dared to stand up and walk to the bedside.

He took Ming Yanwen's pulse, closed his eyes and sensed his pulse for a few breaths, then his expression changed.

Qi Baokun glanced at Chu Nan subconsciously, his gaze filled with shock.

Without saying anything more, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured out a dark red pill, dissolved it in water, and fed it to Ming Yanwen.

Then he took out a set of silver needles and applied them to several acupoints on Ming Yanwen. His technique was completely different from Chu Nan's, and he followed the gentle nourishing approach.

Not long after, Ming Yanwen's eyelids twitched, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

"Big brother's awake!"

Fifth Sister was the first to call out.

A group of people surrounded them, asking all sorts of questions.

Ming Yanwen was too weak to speak, and could only nod slightly.

Ming Yancheng's eyes reddened with emotion. He turned around, cupped his hands in apology to Qi Baokun, and said, "Mr. Qi, I was too impulsive just now. I apologize."

Qi Baokun quickly waved his hand, "Second Young Master, you are too kind. I was in the wrong first, and it is already a great fortune that I can make amends now."

After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply to Chu Nan and said, "Dr. Chu, please forgive me for what happened today. If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely visit you to apologize."

Chu Nan nodded without saying anything more.

Qi Baokun then hurriedly left with two young Taoist disciples, as if afraid of being late.

After everyone confirmed that Ming Yanwen was alright, Ming Yanzhao sent someone to inform Old Master Ming.

The fifth sister held her third sister's hand, wiping away tears of joy.

Ming Yancheng walked up to Chu Nan and bowed deeply. "Mr. Chu, the Ming family will remember your great kindness today. We will do our best to assist you in the future."

Chu Nan waved his hand, "It's nothing, just a small favor. Besides, without Qi Baokun's pill, the young master wouldn't have woken up so quickly."

No sooner had the words been spoken than an aged yet powerful voice came from outside, "Wen'er, my Wen'er is awake!"

Everyone turned to look, and a young man pushed a wheelchair in, in which sat an elderly man with gray hair.

The old man was thin and frail, but his eyes were extremely bright, like two lamps buried in a dry well.

Ming Yanzhao quickly went to greet him, "Third Brother, Dad, Eldest Brother is alright."

When Grandpa Ming saw that Ming Yanwen on the bed had opened his eyes, tears streamed down his face. "It's good that he's alright, it's good that he's alright."

He wiped his face and turned to look at Chu Nan: "Is this the Divine Doctor Chu who cured my son?"

Seeing Ming Yanzhao nod in confirmation, Old Master Ming cupped his hands and said, "Dr. Chu, as I said before, whoever can save my son, the Ming family will repay him handsomely. The Ming family will remember this kindness."

Chu Nan returned the greeting, "You're too kind, sir."

Grandpa Ming didn't say anything more. He turned to look at everyone in the room, waved his hand, and said, "Everyone, go out. Wen'er just woke up and needs to rest."

The crowd gradually emerged from the main hall.

With the elixir in hand and Mingyanwen awake, Chu Nan was about to take his leave.

Suddenly, Old Master Ming's voice came, "Dr. Chu, please wait."

Chu Nan turned his head. Old Master Ming was sitting in a wheelchair, his face still wet with tears, but there was no trace of the excitement he had just felt in his eyes.

He stared at Chu Nan, his voice low and each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "Mr. Chu, may I ask what illness my son suffers from?"

As expected, this problem eventually came up...