Chapter 307: Old Hong of the Qing Sect

"Thank you, big brother, thank you so much." The two of them thanked him repeatedly.

"You should thank your boyfriend. If he weren't so righteous, you two would have been in real danger tonight. That thing on the bus earlier was vicious," Chen Yu said to the girl.

The girl's face turned deathly pale. She clutched her boyfriend's hand tightly, not daring to let go again.

"Alright, you two should go back. This place is remote; I'll give you a ride." Chen Yu turned around and drove his car over.

After dropping the couple off in the main urban area, Chen Yu turned to take Bai Jingxian back. After such a scare, she no longer dared to go back to live alone, so Chen Yu turned the car around to take her to Ning Ruoxue's place.

"Um, thank you," the tense look on Bai Jingxian's face finally softened a little.

"You're welcome. Do you hate men?" Chen Yu turned his head and glanced at Bai Jingxian. "Were you hurt by a boyfriend or something?"

"I've never had a boyfriend. I just hate men by nature, because when men see a pretty woman, their first reaction is to have very filthy thoughts." Bai Jingxian shook her head. "This condition is called androphobia."

"There's such a thing?" Chen Yu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "This is a psychological disorder; it needs to be treated."

"I just started to have a little bit of a good impression of you, don't make me lose that," Bai Jingxian said coldly.

"I really don't care whether you have a good impression of me or not. Helping you today was entirely for Ruoxue's sake. Don't think that just because you're pretty, all men will swarm you like flies," Chen Yu said, feeling somewhat speechless.

"You..." Bai Jingxian was once again rendered speechless. She turned her head to the side and ignored Chen Yu completely.

After dropping off Bai Jingxian, Chen Yu returned.

The next day, at Xinglinju.

Before his eyes was still a long, dragon-like queue. By noon, the people in front had mostly been cleared.

At this moment, an old man stepped forward and sat down at the consultation table. He smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, please take a look at my condition."

"Old sir, you have suffered an internal injury," Chen Yu said after taking one look at him, unable to help but be startled.

The old man's injury was not light, and it was an old injury, at least ten years old. Furthermore, the man's Internal Breath was restrained and not released; he was an extremely powerful expert.

"Haha, worthy of being a master of the Xinglin. You saw my condition at a glance." The old man cupped his hands slightly toward Chen Yu and said, "I am Hong Chenggang."

"So it is Senior Hong." Chen Yu returned the salute. "I have been disrespectful."

"Little Friend Chen, there is no need to be so polite. I have come to you this time with a request. This hidden injury of mine is already ten years old. I used to suppress it with Internal Force, but in recent years, I have felt increasingly unable to keep up."

Hong Chenggang sighed and said, "I wonder if Little Friend Chen has a good solution?"

"There is a way. If I am not mistaken, Old Hong's injury was caused by clashing Internal Force with someone ten years ago, which damaged your internal organs, leading to obstructed Five Qi, blocked Extraordinary Meridians, and blood and Qi stagnating in the heart, requiring you to use Internal Force to disperse the blood stasis from time to time."

Chen Yu said, "But as long as the injury to the Five Qi is not leveled, this injury will never heal, and it will only get worse in the future."

"Correct. I have visited many famous doctors, but none had a good solution. If Little Friend Chen has a way to cure my injury, everyone in the Qing Sect will be eternally grateful." Hong Chenggang cupped his hands toward Chen Yu.

After saying this, he coughed a few times, then took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth. When he removed the handkerchief, it was stained with a streak of fresh blood.

"Old Hong, let's go back. I see this person is also just famous in name only." Just at this moment, a woman walked over hurriedly with several assistants. "Your body is not up to it, and you've been queuing in the crowd for so long; how can you hold up?"

"It's fine. Being able to meet a master like Little Chen makes it worth queuing for a few more days." Hong Chenggang smiled slightly.

"Old Hong has been queuing all morning?" Chen Yu was stunned. He smiled bitterly and said, "You are a person of high prestige and virtue; you could have just come over to say hello."

"Haha, rules must be followed. The reason the Qing Sect can stand in the world is because the people of the Qing Sect follow the rules." Hong Chenggang chuckled. "Besides, everyone is equal in the face of life and death."

"Old Hong, you must go back for treatment immediately." The woman looked at Old Hong's condition, and her brows furrowed.

"Didn't Little Chen just say? He has a way to treat my injury." Old Hong waved his hand.

"Him?" The woman glanced at Chen Yu and said, "I am a top student who graduated from the Cambridge Medical School in Y Country. My name is Yu Lei, and I am now Old Hong's exclusive Yisheng. You say you have a way to cure Old Hong's illness?"

"That's right, I have a way," Chen Yu nodded and said.

"Then tell me, what method will you use to treat him? Acupuncture? Traditional Chinese Medicine? Massage? Or that Qigong that you practitioners of Traditional Chinese Medicine claim is miraculous?" Yu Lei looked at him with disdain.

"I don't need to explain to you how I treat him. If you insist on asking, I can tell you that I won't need any of those." Chen Yu glanced at her, feeling somewhat displeased.

This woman's way of speaking was truly too aggressive, and her words were like guns and clubs, making one feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Heh, I am Old Hong's private Yisheng. The leaders of the Qing Sect spent a large sum of money to poach me from abroad, so I must be responsible for Old Hong's body. Not only his body, but I also have to oversee what he eats and drinks every day and how to balance his nutrition." Yu Lei looked proud. "Since you say you can cure Old Hong's illness, then tell me your treatment plan."

"That's simple. Does Old Hong like the tea ceremony?" Chen Yu smiled slightly.

"Haha, tea is never far from my side." Old Hong laughed heartily. "Little Ye, do you also understand the tea ceremony?"

"I don't understand the tea ceremony, but I would like to drink a cup of Old Hong's tea. After drinking this cup of tea, Old Hong's injury will be healed," Chen Yu said with a smile.

"Really?" Old Hong's eyes lit up. He trusted Chen Yu, and he believed that Chen Yu would not speak nonsense.

"Of course it's true. If this cup of tea doesn't work, I will accept the punishment," Chen Yu laughed.

"Alright then, bring the tea set." Old Hong's spirits lifted. He waved his hand, and someone immediately presented the tea set.

Yu Lei, who was on the side, stared at Chen Yu, and the more she looked, the angrier she became. "You surnamed Chen, don't play god here. I have been Old Hong's Yisheng for two years now, and his injury cannot be cured by modern medical means."

"Not to mention that you can cure him by just drinking a cup of tea with Old Hong, I don't even believe that the Traditional Chinese Medicine you speak of is effective."

"If you can't cure Old Hong's injury, it just means your level is not high enough. If your skills are inferior to others, just watch quietly from the side. The Traditional Chinese Medicine of Huaxia has been passed down for thousands of years; the things left behind by our ancestors are always useful," Chen Yu said indifferently.

"What did you say? I am a Yisheng with a master's degree from Cambridge and have won awards in international medical competitions. You say my level is not high enough?" Yu Lei was furious; she had never seen someone as arrogant as Chen Yu.