Chapter 94: Ancient Martial Arts Ups and Downs, Hidden Killing Intent

"Kun is a very important figure among the night watchers; his sudden appearance in the coastal area definitely isn't for sightseeing." Mo Tianhe murmured, each word heavy.

"It's about treating the injury." Lin Xue's voice cut in, cool and calm, "Don't delay; dragging it out invites trouble."

Mo Tianhe nodded heavily.

"This old life of mine was picked up anyway; I can let go of everything else, but treating the injury must be done now!"

Zhang Jun didn't waste words, turned and went into the small restroom behind the clinic, cleared the clutter off the narrow bed, and patted the sheets.

"Old Mo, lie down. Lin Xue, give me a hand."

Lin Xue froze for a moment.

"Me?"

"Your Profound Yin Qi can just steady my Pure Yang Power, preventing the treatment from going out of control and exploding." Zhang Jun didn't look at her, tone indisputable, "The harmony of yin and yang, watching each other, makes it stable."

Lin Xue didn't ask further, nodded to agree.

Mo Tianhe lay down as instructed.

Zhang Jun pulled a dried, blackened fireweed leaf from the corner of the medicine cabinet—who knows how many years it's been there—and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

The leaf mixed with saliva quickly became a small lump of dark, greenish medicinal paste, giving off a pungent odor.

He carefully pressed the paste onto three spots on Mo Tianhe: chest, left shoulder, and lower right abdomen.

"Old Mo, focus your mind, don't think of anything else. No matter how painful it gets later, you must not try to resist with your own energy, or we'll both be done for." Zhang Jun's face was drawn tight.

Mo Tianhe solemnly agreed.

"Life and death are fate; I've lived enough, I won't court death myself."

Lin Xue walked to the other side of the bed, her hands flashing a few gestures, and points of bright white frost condensed at her fingertips.

She inhaled, carefully controlling that chill, and spread an invisible barrier across the whole treatment room.

This barrier didn't interfere with Zhang Jun, yet it blocked outside noises.

Zhang Jun hovered his hands over Mo Tianhe's chest and abdomen, closed his eyes, and the warm airflow inside his body traveled down his arms, the temperature at his fingertips rising gradually.

He controlled it with extreme precision, ensuring the heat followed only its proper path, not harming a single hair on Mo Tianhe.

"It's starting."

He said softly, and his ten fingers sprang into motion, moving as fast as a dance, forming over a dozen complex gestures.

The heat at his fingertips followed the changes in the gestures, drilling into Mo Tianhe's body.

"Mm!"

Mo Tianhe let out a muffled groan, his whole body tensing, his face first turning deathly white, then flushing to a liver-like red.

The veins on his forehead bulged out one by one.

An indescribable surge of pain instantly overwhelmed him, as if countless ants were gnawing his bones and drinking his blood.

Zhang Jun focused completely.

He could "feel" that the lingering toxin of the Blazing Heart Force he had stirred up in Mo Tianhe's body was going berserk and starting to fight back.

Like a poisonous snake stepped on its tail, it thrashed about wildly, gone mad.

His Pure Yang Power had to follow it tightly, like walking a tightrope, with utmost care.

He couldn't meet force with force, nor let that evil energy harm Mo Tianhe's other sound parts.

Time crept by slowly.

The room's temperature swung between scorching hot and freezing cold enough to drop ice chips, the air distorting with it.

Lin Xue also broke a light sweat on her forehead, maintaining that qi-field barrier, which cost not only strength but also mental stamina.

The treatment had reached the most critical point.

Mo Tianhe's second injured vital point was about to be cleared.

Just then, outside the clinic's front door, a sudden clamor arose.

"This is the place! Spring Return Hall, right?"

A somewhat familiar nasal voice rang out.

"I got a report saying illegal medical practice here! I'm from the Health Bureau—clear the way!"

"Industry and Commerce! Routine inspection!"

Lin Xue's face sank.

That fat guy outside—who else could it be but Chief Liu of Ever Auspicious Health?

Behind him followed a few uniformed lackeys, looking all official.

"Young Master Mo, what… should we do?"

A young man's voice came from outside, anxious.

Mo Tianhe had prepared beforehand, bringing Mo family members to stand guard outside.

At this moment, they were facing off with Chief Liu's group at the doorway.

"Hold them off! Ten minutes!"

Lin Xue gave a cold order, the chill in her palms intensifying, the barrier she'd laid as steady as ice.

"What era is this, still believing in that? Playing god, swindling jianghu charlatans!"

Chief Liu's voice grew louder, sharp and grating.

"Well then, I want to see what kind of nonsense is going on in this rundown clinic!"

The clamor outside grew louder, distracting Mo Tianhe; he snapped his eyes open, and his breath went haywire.

"Doctor Zhang… forget it, today's not the right day."

"No way!"

Zhang Jun growled low, his hand movements not slowing at all.

We've already gotten here; stopping means death!

Mo Tianhe shook his head with difficulty.

Those people outside are after you; they seem well prepared. Although the Mo Family has some reputation in the Coastal region, we can't cover the sky with one hand. For now… let's deal with the outside first!

To save you, we must do it now!

Zhang Jun clenched his back teeth, his tone hard as stone.

Lin Xue suddenly spoke.

Those few people outside are suspicious. Two of them have internal energy; they're trained martial artists.

Zhang Jun's complexion looked even worse.

It seems this Liu‑surnamed fatty isn't just here to cause trouble so simply.

Old Mo! Hold on for another three minutes!

Zhang Jun suddenly changed his hand seal, and the pure yang power within his body erupted without reservation.

The air around him became scorching hot, and a red glow shone from beneath his skin.

One last push!

He poured all his strength into it; the pure yang power, like a flood released from a gate, surged into Mo Tianhe's damaged meridians, forcibly scouring them forward.

Mo Tianhe let out a stifled painful roar from his throat, his whole body's muscles violently trembling, looking like he could barely hold on.

Lin Xue sensed something wrong, acted decisively, and sent out a small stream of pure yin power, striking it into Mo Tianhe's body from a distance.

The cold and hot forces collided, instead forming a delicate balance that stubbornly resisted the final backlash of that heart‑burning energy.

Bang!

A loud boom.

The clinic's rickety wooden door was kicked open from outside!

Law‑enforcement inspection! Nobody move!

Liu Zong's bulky frame was the first to push in, saliva flying, his voice so loud it shook dust from the ceiling.

Behind him followed two burly, muscle‑bundled men; their fierce looks made it clear they weren't here for an inspection but to wreck the place.

A few others in uniforms, holding folders, peered inside with shifty eyes.

But the sight inside left them all stunned.

The air was both hot and cold, the sensations intertwining, making skin tingle and gooseflesh rise.

Zhang Jun's hands were still pressed on Mo Tianhe's chest, his whole body steaming, his clothes soaked through with sweat.

Lin Xue stood beside him, her fingertips still wrapped in visible wisps of white frost, like an invisible ice wall.

What… what is going on?

Liu Zong was frightened by this scene and stepped back half a pace, his voice changing.

One of the burly men behind him blurted out instinctively: 'Qi practice! They're using qigong to treat illness!'

Zhang Jun slowly exhaled a breath of murky air mixed with white mist, passing the last trace of heat into Mo Tianhe's body.

Only then did he slowly withdraw his hands.

Lin Xue, wrap it up.

He didn't first look at Mo Tianhe on the bed, but turned his body and gave Liu Zong at the door a slight curl of the lip.

That expression wasn't a smile; it looked more like he was viewing an idiot.

Liu Zong, bringing all these people— is this a census?

Liu Zong's cheek fat twitched as he forced his momentum, waving the folder in his hand: 'Someone reported you for illegal medical practice! We're here to enforce the law!'

"Law enforcement?" Zhang Jun took two steps forward.

The lingering aura on his body pressed forward, making Liu Zong feel his breathing a bit labored.

"Where's your law‑enforcement badge? Take it out so I can see."