Chapter 4: This Boy Is No Mere Pond Creature

This scene left everyone who had chased out stunned.

Who is Murong Hong?

The head of Jinghai's premier aristocratic family, the Murong Family, when has he ever kowtowed to someone?

"I said it: three kowtows and nine bows, otherwise don't even think about getting me to act!"

Jiangnan remained unmoved.

If it weren't for Mo Lao, he wouldn't be waiting here at all; three kowtows and nine bows are Murong Hong's last chance.

"Kid, don't push your luck! Murong Uncle's willingness to kowtow for you is already a huge blessing!"

Chen Bo spoke up directly, shouting angrily: "If you know what's good for you, hurry back and treat Murong Grandfather!"

Although he looks arrogant on the surface, he's actually shrewd inside; he doesn't really want Jiangnan to go treat the illness, because if he really gets cured, wouldn't that make Jiangnan's image even better in Murong Wan's eyes?

He actually hopes to drive Jiangnan away, let the old master die—then it would be Wu Chengping's responsibility, and having Wu Chengping come was arranged by the Murong Family; he could then push all the blame onto Wu Chengping.

Jiangnan couldn't be bothered with him, instead leisurely watching Murong Hong.

Murong Hong's face turned as ugly as possible; as the head of the Murong Family, when has he ever been so lowly, even kowtowing to someone?

Three kowtows and nine bows—in ancient times only heaven, earth, ruler, parents, and teachers were worthy of such a ceremony, let alone in modern times!

Moreover, to perform three kowtows and nine bows for such a hair‑brat?

If this gets out, his face will be completely lost!

Thinking of his father, it's not just family ties; it's also tied to the rise and fall of the Murong Family!

Murong Hong gritted his teeth, no longer hesitating, rose directly, and completed the three kowtows and nine bows ritual.

"Please, Divine Doctor Jiang, act and save my father!"

Murong Hong knocked his head to the ground one last time, his attitude humble.

"Let's go!"

Only then did Jiangnan rise, slowly walking toward the Murong residence.

The group walked back; on the bed, the old master's complexion had turned deathly pale, his breath weak, blood pouring from his mouth like water, as if he would breathe his last any second.

Jiangnan ignored them, taking out a silver needle from his bosom.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

Only a few tearing‑air explosive sounds were heard; nine silver needles flew through the air, landing on the old master's body, the needles rotating and trembling with a strange rhythm, while strands of purple liquid flowed out along the needles.

The whole process went smoothly, like a magic trick, leaving everyone stunned.

"Controlling Needles with Qi! Life‑Taking Nine Needles?"

Wu Chengping couldn't help but exclaim.

Controlling Needles with Qi requires not only superb medical skill but also martial arts reaching the innate master level; such figures are rare even in the Great Xia!

Moreover, the Life‑Taking Nine Needles is a technique he once saw in ancient texts—it can bring the dead back to life, restore flesh to white bone, seize the creation of heaven and earth, and restore life!

He had thought it existed only in legend, yet he never expected to see it with his own eyes!

Seeing Wu Chengping's expression, others felt curious but held back, staring at the old master Murong's condition on the bed.

In just a few minutes, the old master Murong's complexion returned to a healthy rosy hue, the blood in his mouth stopped, and his breathing gradually smoothed.

"Cough—cough!"

The old master Murong coughed once, his eyelids twitched slightly then opened.

"Dad!"

"Grandpa!"

Murong Hong and Murong Wan hurried over, overcome with excitement.

Jiangnan waved his hand, and all the silver needles fell back into the box.

"The mandala poison in the old master's body has been completely cleared; he only needs to rest and recuperate, and within two days he'll be back to normal!"

Jiangnan said lightly.

"This person is......"

The old master Murong Xiong looked puzzled, not understanding the situation, and asked.

"Grandfather, this is the Divine Doctor Jiang that Mo Lao invited; he's the one who saved you!"

Murong Wan said from the side.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor Jiang, for your help in saving us!"

The old master Murong Xiong expressed his gratitude.

"It's nothing; I'm just repaying a favor to Mo Lao!"

Jiangnan said as he turned to leave.

"Divine Doctor Jiang, please accept me as your disciple!"

With a thud, Wu Chengping, who had been standing, suddenly knelt before Jiangnan, pleading.

This might be the only time in his life he encounters such a divine doctor; he doesn't want to miss this chance, and as for age, he doesn't care—true ability makes one a teacher!

This scene left everyone dumbfounded!

After all, Wu Chengping is famous; even if Jiangnan's medical skill is superb, his age is right there!

"Get up, I don't take disciples!"

Jiangnan shook his head, saying lightly: "But we can discuss medical arts in the future!"

Actually he could see that Wu Chengping wasn't a corrupt, evil doctor—just a bit prideful at heart.

However, he currently has no intention of taking disciples, and once he does, the relationship would be a binding tie; he simply doesn't have the energy to devote to that now.

Upon hearing Jiangnan's first sentence, Wu Chengping felt a bit disappointed, but hearing the second, his face lit up with delight!

He clearly understands that "discussing medical arts" is just Jiangnan giving him face—after all, his medical skill is nothing before Jiangnan's, so what is there to discuss!

To be honest, it was basically the River God Doctor giving him guidance!

"Thank you, River God Doctor!"

Wu Chengping stood up, his face full of excitement.

The two exchanged contact information, and Jiangnan turned and left.

Wu Chengping and the sour‑faced Chen Bo also left one after another.

"Wan'er, you and that River God Doctor are both young; you can interact and get to know each other more!"

Old Master Murong's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly spoke.

"Ah, Dad, what nonsense are you spouting? Isn't he just a doctor? Wan'er can't marry someone like that!"

Murong Hong hurriedly intervened, speaking angrily.

In his heart, on one hand he still harbored resentment over having previously knelt before Jiangnan; on the other hand, he hoped his daughter's marriage could bring advantage to the family!

Jiangnan's medical skill may be strong, but compared with a noble family, it is still far inferior!

He also wishes to have his daughter marry a scion of a noble family, to forge a clan alliance.

The father's words clearly aim to match his daughter with Jiangnan, which he cannot accept!

"Grandpa, what are you saying?"

Murong Wan couldn't help but let out a coquettish whine, but thinking of Jiangnan's ethereal demeanor, her pretty face still flushed.

"This young man is far from a pond fish; do not underestimate him!"

Murong Xiong's voice deepened a few degrees, and he said to Murong Wan, "Spending more time with him won't hurt!"

Compared with them, he knows Mo Lao's status even better, and understands that the young man Mo recommended is certainly more than just a highly skilled doctor!

Murong Hong felt disdain in his heart; he would never allow his daughter to come into contact with that so‑called River God Doctor!

Murong Wan's face turned bright red, her gaze drifting, and she gave no answer.

Meanwhile, Jiangnan returned home; as soon as he stepped through the door, Li Lishu was already sitting on the sofa, pointing imperiously and saying,

"Where have you been? Hurry and make me the Sobering Tea; I'm dizzy to death!"