Chapter 121: Bitter Medicine for a Bitter Malady!

"Bang!"

Before a few security guards with explosive combat power could even get close to Ye Wushang, he moved with lightning speed. A strike of his elbow, a pull of his right leg, and the men were sent flying into the air. With a series of kicks, light as a dragonfly skimming the water, he sent them crashing to the ground.

"Pfft! Pfft!..."

They coughed up blood one after another. Writhing on the floor, rolling back and forth in unbearable agony! By the time Ye Wushang landed gracefully, he was not even winded, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Trash!"

Seeing this, Peng Haidong was shocked. He stoked the flames, saying, "You have a lot of nerve, daring to start a fight on the Luo family's territory? Madam Qing, I suggest we kill him right now, lest he be driven to desperation and do something even more terrible!"

Madam Qing’s eyes sharpened. Her husband had died, and she was already heartbroken. The man had just spouted nonsense, blaspheming her husband, and now he was causing a scene, disturbing her husband’s peace. This ignited her fury. She waved her hand, and many more security guards poured out of the martial arts hall. But this time, each of them held a gun, aiming directly at Ye Wushang.

"Madam Qing, please calm your anger! This kid is an outsider; this has nothing to do with me!" Jiang Hongwei was scared witless. Zhang Heifa dared not speak a word. As for Qiao Sen, he silently walked over to the side of the Luo family members, his heart devoid of respect for Ye Wushang, replaced by an unspeakable disgust. Peng Haidong and the Ghost Doctor looked at each other and smiled, standing back as onlookers, waiting for the show.

"Fire!" Madam Qing commanded.

The gunmen quickly cocked their weapons, but before they could shoot, Ye Wushang stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly, "Wait, I still have something to say."

"Trash, it has come to this—what more do you have to say?"

"I only had you captured earlier to give you a chance, but not only did you fail to seize it, you actually started a fight..." Peng Haidong was about to scold him, but Ye Wushang interrupted, "I want to say that the head of the Luo family is not dead."

"The Ghost Doctor is a quack who misdiagnosed him. If you still want to save the head of the Luo family, you had better let me take a look. I’ll put it this way: if I cannot cure him, you won't even need to lift a finger—I, Ye Wushang, will end my own life!"

Hearing this, the crowd was utterly confused. What on earth was this guy trying to do? Luo Rongyao was clearly dead, yet he insisted the man was alive. Furthermore, he was volunteering to cure him—was he out of his mind?

"You say my husband is not dead? What evidence do you have?" Qing Furong was unwilling to accept the truth of her husband's death; she wouldn't want to miss even the slightest shred of hope. To be honest, the way this young man fought earlier had truly startled her. Her security guards were all carefully selected elites, yet compared to him, they were nothing. With such impressive martial arts, could he truly possess medical skills?

"Isn't it simple? I'll just cure him, won't I?"

"Ridiculous!" The Ghost Doctor barked. "The man is dead! You want to bring him back to life? Isn't that a fairy tale? You are blaspheming the dead and showing disrespect to the head of the Luo family. Madam Qing, don't hesitate, have them shoot him immediately..."

"Why? Are you so anxious to kill me because you're afraid I'll cure him and prove you're a quack?" Ye Wushang countered with a laugh. "Or is it that you have something to hide, fearing I'll uncover the truth and you won't be able to justify yourself?"

"You!"

"Enough! Stop arguing!" Qing Furong was agitated and had no heart for their bickering. She looked at Ye Wushang and said, "I will give you one chance. Go and treat my husband now. I don't expect a miracle, but at the very least, he must come back to life."

"If I don't see my husband alive within an hour, you die. And the Black Dragon Society will be buried with him!"

Boom.

Hearing this, Jiang Hongwei was struck like lightning. He instinctively blurted out, "Madam Qing, this has nothing to do with the Black Dragon Society! It was this kid who insisted on spouting nonsense; I haven't said a word!"

Zhang Heifa was also in a cold sweat. He hadn't expected Ye Wushang to be such a fool. He quickly defended himself, "Madam Qing, please don't take him seriously. He's just joking; he's really just trying to comfort you..."

"Enough talk! It is decided!" Qing Furong glared at Ye Wushang. "You, go and treat him now! If you succeed, everything can be discussed. If you fail..."

"I am willing to bear all consequences!" Ye Wushang nodded solemnly and looked at Qiao Sen, who was standing silently on the side. "Steward Qiao, please, bring the items I asked you to prepare over to the coffin. The matter I discussed with you earlier still stands."

Afterward, he walked straight toward the coffin. Hearing this, Qing Furong’s expression turned complex as she stared at Qiao Sen. "What agreement did you two have?"

"No, Madam, please don't misunderstand. I and he..."

"I don't want excuses. If my husband is not revived, everyone involved will be dealt with. Go!"

Qiao Sen was speechless. What was this trash thinking? He wanted to die, and he had to drag him down with him. A brain-dead fool! In his heart, he only believed that Ye Wushang was a cornered beast putting up a final struggle. The man was dead; how could he possibly be revived?

"Ghost Doctor, do you think that kid can really bring him back to life?" Peng Haidong asked nervously.

The Ghost Doctor sat calmly on the side, sipping tea, and said airily, "Impossible. Luo Rongyao is stone-dead. Even if a deity came down, it would be useless! Just wait and see. When he fails to save him, the Black Dragon Society will be finished, and I can avenge my junior brother. We'll both get what we want!"

Agreement reached, the two sat back to enjoy the show. Jiang Hongwei, however, did not want to sit and wait for death. He made various phone calls and sent messages, signaling his headquarters to move whatever needed moving and transfer assets. He was even looking for ways to escape. He didn't believe a word Ye Wushang said—not a single syllable. At the same time, he glared at Zhang Heifa, believing he was in on it to bring down the Black Dragon Society. This left Zhang Heifa in a state of frantic distress, deeply regretting ever taking that job from Sun Chuanzhi. Otherwise, he never would have offended Ye Wushang, nor would he have met him at the entrance, leading to him replacing Hu Yidao as the lead physician.

"Steward Qiao, after I finish the acupuncture on the head of the Luo family, you will spread the crushed herbs evenly over his body. Remember, it must be even—not too much, not too little. Everything must be just right," Ye Wushang said while sorting his silver needles.

Qiao Sen, full of impatience, replied offhandedly, "I know. Just start."

"Good." Ye Wushang knew what he was thinking. Even with the mocking gazes all around, it was clear no one believed in him. It didn't matter; facts speak louder than words.

After preparing the needles, he didn't delay and began the procedure. With every insertion, he channeled his internal energy; compared to his usual practice, he was using twice as much. Moreover, he was practicing in reverse, inserting needles into the meridians and stimulating the acupoints to drive the blood and qi through the entire body.

"Pierce!"

As the needle went into the abdomen, it began to vibrate violently. A profound, hollow true qi flowed from the needle into Luo Rongyao's body. Then, a second needle pierced the chest! The third into the throat, the fourth into the face, the fifth into the head, and the sixth wrapped around the back. One after another, the needles pierced the meridians with speed, precision, and ruthlessness. With every insertion, the needles rotated like spinning tops.

What was mind-boggling was that every time he finished, as if by reflex, the skin of Luo Rongyao would change color. Yellow to white. White to red. Shifting back and forth, wandering across his body.

"Playing tricks!" The Ghost Doctor snorted coldly, saying with disdain, "Traditional Chinese Medicine is just low-class nonsense; it has no comparison to Western medicine. Even a true practitioner of TCM couldn't be as flashy as him—all show and no substance!"

Peng Haidong nodded along, "Though I don't know medicine, I know that TCM is child's play compared to Western medicine. Expecting this kind of 'playing house' to revive the head of the Luo family? Isn't that a fairy tale? It's just a waste of time!"

The other doctors in white coats spoke up one after another, whispering. Their words were filled with mockery and contempt for Ye Wushang. These comments only made Jiang Hongwei and the others more anxious.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.

"Shhh."

When Ye Wushang inserted the final needle into the sole of Luo Rongyao's foot, the acupuncture was finished. At this moment, he was drenched in sweat and panting. The duration was a small matter; the key was the continuous input of internal energy, two to three times more than he usually used for treatments. To him, this consumed a vast amount of his essence and spirit, all because of the Ghost Doctor's previous meddling; otherwise, he wouldn't be this exhausted.

"Steward Qiao, spread the medicine." Ye Wushang sat down to rest.

Qiao Sen didn't hold any hope. While his hands were spreading the medicine, his mind was busy calculating how he should explain his relationship with the young man to Madam Qing once the head of the family failed to wake up. He certainly didn't want to be implicated.

Soon, as the medicine was spread, a nauseating stench wafted throughout the hall. Bitter medicine is good for the illness; as the herbs were applied, they were absorbed through the skin pierced by the silver needles into Luo Rongyao's body.

"It stinks to high heaven!" The Ghost Doctor fanned the air in front of him, mocking, "Is this medicine or are you using excrement? It smells so foul—are you trying to insult the head of the Luo family?"

"Who is the one really insulting the head of the Luo family? You know that in your heart," Ye Wushang glanced at him. "Though the smell is unpleasant, the medicinal effect is extraordinary. What are you panicking about?"

The Ghost Doctor dismissed this, "If you can really bring the head of the Luo family back to life with this random fumbling, I'll eat all your medicine!"

Having said that, he picked up his teacup and was about to take a sip when—

"Creak, creak."

Luo Rongyao, who had been lying flat on the coffin, lifeless and still, suddenly moved!