Chapter 3: Murong Hong Kneels

Kid, you're just watching, what nonsense are you spouting? Does the Divine Doctor of Martial Gods still need you to teach him?

Chen Bo immediately stood up and began to scold Jiangnan.

On one hand he wanted to suppress Jiangnan to highlight himself; on the other hand, Jiangnan's appearance gave him a sense of crisis.

After all, although Jiangnan wore cheap clothes, his appearance was handsome and his bearing extraordinary, making him inevitably jealous.

Murong Hong also furrowed his brows and said coldly: "Kid, I let you in out of respect for Mo Lao; don't cause trouble in front of the Divine Doctor of Martial Gods! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Although he trusted Mo Lao greatly, Jiangnan was too young for him to really trust!

He even suspected that his daughter had found the wrong person!

Wu Chengping also snorted coldly, his face flushed with anger; as a renowned divine doctor, he was now being questioned by a junior, making him extremely furious.

"Kid, if your skill isn't refined, don't speak! Murong Old Master's frailty stems from lung damage; what's wrong with my using the Heavenly Mystery Seven Needles? Oh, by the way, you probably don't even know what the Heavenly Mystery Seven Needles are!"

Wu Chengping spoke, his voice full of sarcasm, his face brimming with arrogance.

"The Heavenly Mystery Seven Needles come from ancient medicine; they can strike the seven apertures, stimulate qi and blood, nourish damaged lungs, and for the elderly also slow organ aging. If it truly is lung damage, this method is entirely appropriate."

"But the Old Master didn't suffer lung damage; he was poisoned, causing lung injury. The first six needles gently nourish, but once the seventh needle lands, it will trigger the toxin to explode, putting the Old Master's life in grave danger!"

Jiangnan raised his eyebrows lightly and said calmly.

From the moment he entered and saw the Old Master, he could tell the Old Master had been poisoned, not suffering normal lung damage.

"Kid, shut up! You actually dare to lecture the Divine Doctor of Martial Gods!"

Chen Bo scolded, turned to Murong Hong and said: "Uncle Murong, I say we kick this kid out! He'll just cause trouble here!"

"Kid, if you keep causing trouble, don't blame me for throwing you out!"

Murong Hong's face also showed some impatience; if it weren't for Mo Lao's sake, how could he tolerate this young kid constantly causing trouble?

"Heh! Since you're like this, no need for you to drive me away—I'll leave on my own!"

"Oh, right! Murong Family Head, when you come begging me later, remember to kowtow three times and bow nine times!"

Jiangnan looked at Murong Hong, gave a cold chuckle, hesitated not, and turned to leave directly.

Murong Hong restrained himself out of respect for Mo Lao; wasn't he also enduring and yielding everywhere for Mo Lao's sake?

"Dad! He's the person Mo Lao invited!"

Murong Wan grew anxious; although she rationally thought Jiangnan, being so young, couldn't have superb medical skills, the mysterious aura emanating from him and the almost magical tone of his words made her unable not to believe.

"Tch, what does he know about medicine? He's just showing off here, and still wants Uncle Murong to invite him, to kowtow and bow—who does he think he is?"

Chen Bo said disdainfully.

Murong Hong had also long been impatient with Jiangnan; now that he's left, it's fine—he still has a say with Mo Lao.

"Divine Doctor of Martial Gods, please continue; don't let that waste affect you!"

Murong Hong respectfully said to Wu Chengping.

Wu Chengping's hand, mid‑needle, paused in the air, his heart filled with doubt.

Jiangnan's commentary on the Heavenly Mystery Seven Needles hit the nail on the head, his analysis spot‑on, making him inexplicably uneasy.

Could it be that he really misdiagnosed?

Wu Chengping examined a bit more, then finally set his mind at ease.

"How could my diagnosis be wrong? That brat messed up my thinking! A hair‑brained kid trying to step on me to show off—ridiculous!"

Wu Chengping confirmed his diagnosis was correct, didn't hesitate any longer, and dropped the needle.

He felt that brat had only learned a bit of superficial knowledge, so he wanted to step on him to rise; talking about poisoning—after diagnosing for so many years, how could he miss poisoning?

As Wu Chengping's final needle landed, the Old Master's complexion grew more rosy, his breathing smoother, his eyelids twitched—he was about to wake.

"I said that kid knows nothing about medicine—yet he dares to lecture the Divine Doctor of Martial Gods!"

"Xiao Wan, from now on keep your eyes open, don't let this sort of villain trick you!"

Chen Bo was smug, then adopted a stern‑but‑kind expression as he spoke to Murong Wan.

Murong Wan had no mind to comment on his title; she eagerly gazed at her grandfather on the bed, waiting for him to wake.

Murong Hong felt the heavy stone in his heart drop, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as everyone thought the Old Master would awaken, an abrupt change occurred.

The Old Master's face grew ever redder, like a burning brazier, utterly unlike a normal person, his breathing becoming ever more rapid.

Pfft—

The Old Master suddenly spat out a big mouthful of blood, one after another, unstoppable.

"Dad! Divine Doctor of Martial Gods, what's wrong with my dad?"

Murong Hong panicked, looking toward Wu Chengping.

Wu Chengping was somewhat at a loss; he hadn't expected this sudden turn, and hurriedly continued his examination.

"It's actually Mandrake Poison!"

Wu Chengping couldn't help but exclaim, his face grim beyond words.

"Mandrake, a strange poison from Southeast Asia, colorless and tasteless, it damages the lungs, makes breathing difficult, causes suffocation and death; its effects are indistinguishable from ordinary lung damage—even he would find it extremely hard to detect!"

"If it could be detected, a gentle needling method could lure it out."

"But if it couldn't be found, using a violent needling method like his Heavenly Mystery Seven Needles would only backfire, leaving the patient with no remedy—doom!"

"Divine Doctor of Martial Gods, since you've identified the ailment, quickly act to save my father!"

Murong Hong's face was full of anxiety.

Wu Chengping's face grew even uglier; saying that, but now there was nothing he could do!

He now felt deep regret; had he known, he wouldn't have used the Heavenly Mystery Seven Needles, had he known, he would have listened to that youngster……

"That youngster, the Divine Doctor Jiang who was just here, instantly recognized the Old Master's poisoning and told you to seek him! He surely can save the Old Master!"

Thinking of this, Wu Chengping's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly spoke.

Undoubtedly, he also does not wish the Old Master; this would not only cause a huge blow to his reputation, but also provoke the Murong Family's retaliation!

The Old Master's importance to the Murong Family is self‑evident; he is the Murong Family's absolute anchor. If he were to cause trouble, that fierce retaliation, even though his status is lofty, would still endanger his life!

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned—were they really going to beg the young man who had just spoken rashly?

Murong Hong's expression froze, but without any hesitation, he rushed out the door.

Since that young man asked him to beg, he shouldn't have gone far.

Sure enough, after a few strides he saw Jiangnan sitting on a chair by the roadside, his face calm.

Thump!

Murong Hong did not hesitate and knelt down at once.

"Divine Doctor Jiang, I was at fault just now; please intervene and save my father!"