Chapter 329: Unbending Pride, Secret Investigation at the Liu Residence

The numbers representing blood pressure and blood oxygen also, extremely slowly, jumped up just a tiny bit.

"It moved! The data has stabilized!" A young doctor couldn't help but call out in a low voice, then immediately realized he had lost his composure and hurriedly covered his mouth.

But everyone in the room had seen it.

The expressions on the faces of those experienced doctors from the Liu Family were, at this moment, full of shock and disbelief.

As they looked at Lin Yu again, that feeling had completely changed from the initial scrutiny and suspicion to awe.

This kind of method of forcibly dragging someone back from the Ghost Sect was no longer a medical skill they could understand.

Standing in the corner, Xu Xiaochuan felt the mark on his back grow hot again the moment Lin Yu began to channel Internal Energy into her.

This time it wasn't pain, but a very strange resonance.

Before his eyes, a blur of flowing light and shadow seemed to flash by.

He seemed to be able to "see" those chaotic energies inside Xuanyuan Qing's body, where pitch-black ink and bright red flames were biting and devouring each other.

And that faint yet exceptionally pure force that Lin Yu had channeled in was like a thin golden thread, laboriously weaving, guiding, and separating them inside...

This feeling came and went quickly, yet it gave his heart a violent jolt.

The steward saw all of this in his eyes.

He looked at Lin Yu's pale complexion, looked at the tiny improvement in the data on the instruments, looked at the awe-struck expressions of those doctors who were usually arrogant, and then glanced, as if nothing were the matter, at Xu Xiaochuan, who was showing a strange look on his face.

He still wore that gentle smile on his face, but his fingers, hidden in his sleeves, twitched slightly.

Lin Yu slowly withdrew the last Silver Needle and let out a long, silent breath of turbid air that carried the scent of blood.

His body swayed, and he reached out to steady himself against the nearby instrument so he wouldn't collapse.

He bent down, placed his fingers on Xuanyuan Qing's wrist, and checked her pulse again.

The pulse was still pitifully weak, but it was stronger than before, no longer that gossamer-thin thread that could snap at any moment.

The conflict of the toxins had been temporarily suppressed; that breath of life had been forcibly held on to.

However, just as Lin Yu's Internal Energy probed deeper into Xuanyuan Qing's body, wanting to estimate just how badly her internal organs had been ravaged, his movements stopped abruptly.

Aside from the residual neurotoxicity of the VX-3 and that unreasonably tyrannical biological hemolytic toxin...

He clearly felt that, at the very foundation of Xuanyuan Qing's life, a third force was hidden.

This force was hidden extremely deep; if he hadn't used his Internal Energy to carefully probe just now, he would never have discovered it.

It was not as violent as the toxins, nor as gentle as life energy.

It was a kind of... cold, rhythmic pulse that carried some sort of non-man-made quality?

This feeling...

Lin Yu sat leaning against the wall, his brows knitted tightly together; it was somewhat familiar, and the wound on his back pulled with every breath, burning with pain. His left arm had just been bandaged and also felt heavy.

Having lost too much blood and exhausted so much Internal Energy, he felt extremely weak, drifting in and out of focus.

The bit of primordial energy in his body was slowly recovering, but it was too slow, unable to keep up with the rate of consumption.

What made his heart sink even more was that just now, when he probed into Xuanyuan Qing's body, besides those two deadly toxins and the VX-3, there was a third force.

A cold, lifeless rhythm, very familiar, coiled around her life force like something that could explode at any time.

Xu Xiaochuan paced back and forth at the doorway, gripping the Surgical Scalpel in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

The wound on his leg throbbed with pain.

The mark on his back was also restless, tingling and burning, urging him to stay alert.

This Liu Family mansion looked peaceful, but he always felt that countless eyes were watching from the shadows.

This quiet didn't last long.

A burst of footsteps came from outside, a bit messy, yet seemingly deliberately softened, and stopped at the door.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

A scent different from the medicinal smell drifted in; it was quite expensive incense, mixed with the smell of alcohol.

The first to enter was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a dark-patterned silk shirt made of high-quality material that shimmered under the lights.

He was decent-looking, but the air about his brows and eyes was arrogant and flighty, making one feel uncomfortable.

He was followed by two men who looked capable and grim. There was also an old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his hair combed perfectly, with a reserved smile on his face.

"Yo, is this the 'Divine Doctor' the steward was talking about?"

As soon as the young man entered, he looked Lin Yu up and down as he sat in the corner resting with his eyes closed, his words laced with thorns.

"Tsk tsk, look at this state, covered in wounds, practically falling apart himself, and he can still save people?"

This person was the only heir to the current head of the Liu Family, Liu Chengfeng. Hearing that someone had come to the house whom even the steward held in high regard, he had come to watch the show.

Lin Yu slowly opened his eyes, didn't get up, and just looked over indifferently.

Liu Chengfeng was choked up by his lack of reaction, feeling as if he had punched cotton; it was frustrating.

He snorted and turned his head to look at the gold-rimmed glasses-wearing old man beside him: "Professor Wang, please take a look and see if this 'expert's' methods are really that divine. I hope he isn't some con artist playing the Liu Family for a fool."

The old man surnamed Wang pushed up his glasses, wearing a professional smile on his face. He took a step forward, first looked at Xuanyuan Qing and the instrument data beside her, then turned to Lin Yu.

"This gentleman, I am Wang Bowen, and I have worked in clinical practice at the Haicheng First Hospital for decades. The steward says your medical skills are profound; would it be convenient to exchange a few words? This young lady's condition is indeed rare, and having another person to consult with is always for the best."

The words were polite, but his posture was held high, clearly intending to cooperate with Liu Chengfeng to intimidate Lin Yu.

Xu Xiaochuan, listening at the door, felt his anger rising, his knuckles cracking as he squeezed his fists, just about to curse back.

But Lin Yu moved first.

He didn't pay any attention to Wang Bowen's talk of "exchanging medical opinions," but simply raised his head and swept a glance over the old man's face, his voice not loud, yet clearly drilling into everyone's ears.

"Professor Wang, you're nearly sixty, aren't you?"

"Your neck is uncomfortable; there's a growth on the fifth and sixth vertebrae pressing on the nerves, your right hand sometimes doesn't work right, and it's more obvious when it's cloudy or rainy."

"You haven't drunk little alcohol, you have many social engagements, your liver burden is not light, and it has already begun to harden."

"And also..."

Lin Yu paused, his voice as flat as if he were talking about someone else's business.

"Above your left kidney, in the adrenal gland area, there's a tumor growing, about the size of a pinky fingernail. It's a Pheochromocytoma, benign, but it's been growing lately, which is why your blood pressure fluctuates and you often have heart palpitations and headaches. This... your recent physical examination report probably hasn't detected it yet, right?"

As his voice fell, the room became so quiet that the drop of a needle could be heard.

The smile on Wang Bowen's face instantly stiffened, and then the color drained away completely, leaving him deathly pale.