[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-roaring-dragon":3,"chapter-the-roaring-dragon-the-roaring-dragon-chapter-12":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Roaring Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2281868,4463,"Chapter 12","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>On the second floor of the Lin family clinic, in a spacious examination room,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Liu, adorned in gold and jade, rose with the help of her maid, holding a medicine box as she thanked them:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve gone to so much trouble, Little Sister Lin—do come visit my home sometime, we’ll continue our chat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, Lady Liu, take care on your way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to see me out, Little Sister Lin, you’re too kind…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi rose to see her off, her eyes smiling and her demeanor refined, like a peony blooming in quiet grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once Lady Liu had left the room, Lin Wanyi’s brow tightened with quiet exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a renowned female physician in the capital, Lin Wanyi routinely dealt with the wives of wealthy families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ladies of noble households were simply beyond words—they knew her elixir skills were exceptional, and they schemed to trick her into giving them potent, dangerous medicines; because she was approachable, once they grew familiar, they’d confide in her all manner of intimate gossip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi was still a maiden, yet through hearsay and sight, she knew every possible posture by heart—how could she possibly be willing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t turn away patients, and if things continued like this, she truly feared she’d be labeled a witch cult demoness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the tea table, the maid Qinwen, who was tidying the tea set, also complained after Lady Liu descended the stairs:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These ladies are ridiculous—when they’re sick, they come for medicine, fine, but when they’re perfectly healthy, they still drop by to pry and gossip, especially Yang the Constable’s wife—her husband’s so robust, yet she still comes bothering you, doesn’t she fear ending up bedridden?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Madam Yang thinks her husband is dull and lacks bedroom charm, so she came to me for advice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Madam Yang doesn’t understand, but you do? You’re unmarried—you’re a famed physician of the capital, yet these ladies treat you like a ‘bedroom expert’—it’s just…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, what if someone overhears you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi sat down behind her desk and picked up a scroll to read:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did the students supported by the clinic perform in this year’s autumn examination?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qinwen, her personal steward, grew even more displeased upon hearing this, stepping forward to clear the tea set:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else can you expect? Aside from Zisu ranking high, the rest barely scraped by with a ‘B’ grade. I just don’t get it—why do you support so many students in the capital, and now here in Danyang too? You spend so much money every year and never produce a single high-ranking official—even wealthy landowners don’t have surplus grain…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi did indeed support many young men from humble backgrounds, but her motives weren’t purely benevolent—she owed the Witch Cult a tremendous debt and needed to acquire a priceless treasure to repay it; since she couldn’t get it in the capital, she came to Danyang to find an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But any connection to the Witch Cult was a grave taboo—she couldn’t even tell her personal maid, so she merely adjusted her small spectacles:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Helping students is an act of accumulating hidden virtue; if they don’t succeed, there’s nothing to be done. Winter’s coming soon, many students will go to the Academy seeking education—keep an eye out for promising talents…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still looking? We’re already supporting seven or eight people…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just do as I say!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock knock knock…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two women spoke, a clinic apprentice suddenly ran up the stairs, peering in from the doorway with a look of surprise:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Madam, there’s a young master downstairs asking for you—he says his name is Xie Jin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xie Jin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi paused her reading, recalling the young righteous man from last night, and rose quickly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick, show him up…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jin, carrying Meiqiu, who craned her neck to look around, arrived on the second floor under the apprentice’s guidance, and was met by the tall, smiling Lin Wanyi:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Xie, I was attending to a patient just now—I apologize for the delay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a physician in the clinic, Lin Wanyi dressed with quiet elegance: a pale blue waist-length ruqun with a sheer outer robe, her movements graceful as she walked, the fabric fluttering gently at her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jin gave her a brief glance, finding it nearly impossible to imagine such a gentle, virtuous beauty could be the witch cult demoness who raised spirit puppets; he stepped forward and bowed respectfully:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Lin, you’re too kind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gujī~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please sit. That bird is beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi, as her name suggested, carried herself with exquisite poise, radiating a soothing, water-like calm; she invited Xie Jin to sit beside the tea table and swept her sleeve to refill his cup:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, you came to my aid—I haven’t had the chance to thank you properly, and I feel ashamed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It was nothing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jin’s purpose was clear—he sought a spiritual elixir; after a few casual words, his gaze settled on Lin Wanyi’s spectacles:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Lin, you seem to have some cultivation base—if you’d trained your body since childhood, your eyes shouldn’t have problems. Are you wearing these because your cultivation technique has a flaw?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi was gently teasing Meiqiu, but at these words, her smile froze slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since joining the Witch Cult, her body had indeed developed issues—accumulated yin-cold energy caused her chest pain every new moon night, and her vision had deteriorated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But witch cult techniques always had side effects—how could she reveal this to a stranger? After a moment’s thought, she smiled and shook her head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You misunderstand, Young Master—I’ve read medical texts since childhood; it’s likely from overuse of my eyes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Lin Wanyi deny it, Xie Jin assumed the posture of a physician examining a patient:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I observe your complexion—you have excessive yin energy, with stagnant cold yin qi accumulating inside. If your technique has gone awry, the consequences range from demonic corruption to death—it’s no trivial matter. If you truly have a hidden illness…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi blinked, touching her flawless cheek, thinking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He can tell that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he open his heavenly eye?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Xie Jin so certain, Lin Wanyi feared he might uncover her secret, so she cut him off:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a physician—I’m well-known for my skills in Danyang, and I take care of my own health. You’re worrying unnecessarily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Lin Wanyi stubbornly deny it, Xie Jin fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t just say: “Lady Lin, you don’t want your identity as a witch cult demoness exposed, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already had enough on his plate—if she feared he’d leak the secret and cursed him, wouldn’t that be asking for trouble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jin silently rehearsed his words, pondering how to break the ice—when Meiqiu, perched on his lap, suddenly tilted her head toward his Zhenglun Sword:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gujī?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if seeing a ghost, she immediately flew out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jin knew at once that A Piao was about to cause trouble—and sure enough, it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi, puzzled, stared at him—then suddenly, a wave of dizziness struck her mind, leaving her thoughts hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suppressed yin-cold energy within her surged chaotically, striking her heart meridian; she let out a muffled groan, her face draining of color, dark blue veins crawling along her meridians across her pale hands, her body swaying precariously as she knocked over her teacup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jin glanced at the red-robed A Piao behind her—he knew she was helping—and immediately steadied the tea table, his expression grave:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lady Lin, what’s wrong? Are you unwell?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi felt a chill down her spine—she’d only blinked once, yet the trapped yin-cold energy had seized the opportunity and surged straight into her lungs and organs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body trembled, her posture collapsing; she could only lean against the chair, struggling to suppress the cold qi surging through her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since she couldn’t even sense the red-robed spirit behind her, how could she control her dazed mind?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Lin Wanyi unable to hold back the pain, Xie Jin asked urgently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should I call a physician?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No… don’t call…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi’s witch cult secret was too dangerous to even tell her maid—how could she let the clinic’s physician take her pulse? With all her strength, she grabbed Xie Jin’s sleeve, trying to suppress the icy qi flooding her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this only made things worse—her mind flooded with tidal waves of dizziness, the yin-cold energy intensified, her heartbeat pounded like a drum, her breath grew ragged, beads of sweat forming on her brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Lin Wanyi’s eyes begin to glaze over, Xie Jin realized he’d gone too far—he subtly glanced at the red-robed spirit behind her, signaling to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Hongshang, standing behind causing mischief, replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Use silver needles to gather qi—pierce the Baihui and Jiwei acupoints.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the instruction, Xie Jin swiftly searched the examination table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi struggled to contain the pain, watching his movements, and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“W-what are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a way to help you—where are the needles? I’ll administer them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Needles?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a physician, Lin Wanyi knew exactly what acupuncture entailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If yin-cold energy was striking her heart meridian, the proper points to stimulate would be on her chest…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant removing her clothes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi glanced at her chest, and her mind conjured the scene:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jin would rush over, ignore her frantic protests, forcibly unbutton her upper garment…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d struggle helplessly, tears welling in her eyes, humiliated and powerless…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this be allowed?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pale cheeks flushed with shame and panic—when she saw Xie Jin retrieve the needles from by the window, she struggled to rise:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-no… I don’t need you to…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she finished speaking, she saw the white-robed young master, over a zhang away, gently flicking his right fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhh shhh~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two silver needles shot through the air, leaving faint glimmers of cold light in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi gasped in shock—after all, her chest was riddled with vital acupoints; striking them from afar with needles infused with true qi could easily leave her critically injured with the slightest misstep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi had intended to dodge, but the chilling qi had seized her heart, making movement sluggish; before she could act, the needles pierced her neck and upper abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True qi surged through the needles into the acupoints; Lin Wanyi let out a muffled groan, her trembling immediately subsiding as the icy qi became locked between her chest and abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi realized the needles had struck the acupoints with perfect precision—depth and qi intensity both astonishingly exact—and her look of shame and anger shifted to astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Martial cultivators certainly excelled at striking acupoints, but their goal was usually to kill or maim—just enough force would do; physicians, however, had far more to consider when inserting needles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi’s cultivation base was no low one; she could gauge just how difficult it was to strike acupoints from a distance while the patient’s breath was erratic and body unsteady, yet still control the qi’s force with absolute precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially one needle aimed at the Shanzhong acupoint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shanzhong lies dead center on the chest; for men, it’s manageable, but women naturally have soft tissue protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was naturally endowed with a voluptuous figure, her chest full and tightly wrapped in her robe; due to its size, as she leaned back in the chair, the inch-long needle hadn’t even reached the depth of her cleavage—normally, one would have to unbutton her garments and spread the soft mass to needle properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Xie Jin didn’t even bother to aim—he flicked the needle out, and in the instant she inhaled, causing her robe and undergarment to swell, it pierced through fabric and undergarment, slipped between the two mounds, and struck the Shanzhong acupoint with perfect accuracy, not injuring a single strand of skin, the force perfectly calibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could predict her movements and breath so precisely while needling, he could do the same when killing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was barely twenty—how had he trained such an expert hand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi’s gaze flickered with disbelief; after a moment of stunned silence, a thought suddenly struck her:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this is the person I’ve been looking for?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2030,"2026-06-20T01:38:11.747Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6fcf6d031b893ed1de15bc0fbc98cc295db6e6860bfe89a84c7830592eab1a6e","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-13","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-11",252,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-roaring-dragon-cover.jpg"]