Chapter 84: Qian Chong Is a Clown

"Wan'er, were you tricked by him?"

"In today's society, there are too many swindlers; you must keep your eyes sharp."

Qian Chong sneered, then walked up to Ye Zhentian's bedside and picked up the test report the doctor had left.

After a moment, he shook his head and said in a gloomy tone:

"Grandpa Ye's condition is terrible; I'm afraid…"

He deliberately paused, hanging the suspense.

"I'm afraid what?"

Ye Wan asked anxiously.

"I'm afraid only my teacher, Professor Williams, can intervene personally for there to be any hope."

Qian Chong looked at Jiangnan with smug satisfaction.

"Kid, do you now know how much you're worth?"

"Some illnesses aren't treatable by a wandering quack like you."

"Better step aside and not delay Grandpa Ye's condition."

Jiangnan stared at Qian Chong, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

This Qian Chong is not only arrogant but also dares to question his own medical skill.

It's utterly laughable.

"Is your teacher really that great?"

Jiangnan asked lightly.

"Of course!"

Qian Chong wore a proud expression,

"My teacher is a titan of the world medical community, once listed by The Lancet as one of the ten doctors who changed the world."

"There's no disease he can't cure."

"Is that so?"

Jiangnan's mouth twitched upward, showing a hint of contemptuous smile.

"Then you'll be disappointed."

"Grandpa Ye's illness, your teacher can't cure."

"What did you say?"

Qian Chong's face changed, glaring at Jiangnan.

"How dare you question my teacher's medical skill?"

"It's not a question, it's a fact."

Jiangnan spoke calmly, pointed at Ye Zhentian and continued,

"Grandpa Ye's illness isn't an ordinary disease; it's a rare curse."

"Only a special method can dispel this curse."

"Your teacher's Western medical theory simply doesn't work here."

"A curse?"

Qian Chong was stunned, then burst into a loud laugh.

"Kid, have you watched too many movies?"

"And a curse—why didn't you say Grandpa Ye was possessed?"

He looked at Jiangnan with a mocking expression,

"I think you're a charlatan, playing god and ghost here."

"Wan'er, you must never be fooled by him."

Ye Wan also looked at Jiangnan with some doubt.

"Mr. Jiang, what is a curse?"

"A curse is a kind of evil art that uses special energy to afflict a person."

Jiangnan began to explain,

"Grandpa Ye is afflicted by the Soul-Eating Curse, a spell that devours a person's soul."

"If it isn't lifted in time, his soul will be completely consumed, and even a great immortal won't be able to save him."

"You… you're spouting nonsense!"

Qian Chong's complexion turned unpleasant.

He hadn't expected Jiangnan to be able to name the Soul-Eating Curse.

Could it be that he truly understands curses?

Impossible!

In Qian Chong's heart, ten thousand doubts surged.

"Kid, stop spreading your nonsense here."

"I'll tell you, I've already contacted my teacher."

"He'll arrive here soon."

"When he does, you'll just wait to have your true face exposed!"

Qian Chong shouted fiercely.

"Do as you wish."

Jiangnan, with an indifferent look, turned his head toward Ye Wan.

Ye Wan, I am now going to administer acupuncture to Old Master Ye to dispel the curse within him.

Do you believe me?

Ye Wan looked at Jiangnan, her eyes flashing with determination.

I believe you.

She nodded.

Good.

Jiangnan hesitated no longer, immediately taking out a cloth bundle from his bosom.

He opened the bundle, revealing a neat row of silver needles. The needles gleamed with a cold light under the lamp.

He took a deep breath, his gaze becoming focused.

He picked up a silver needle, aimed at the Baihui acupoint on Ye Zhentian's crown, and gently inserted it.

Then he took several more silver needles, inserting them respectively into Ye Zhentian's Danzhong, Qihai, and Guanyuan acupoints, among other important points.

As the needles entered, Ye Zhentian's body trembled slightly.

Strands of black qi rose from his body and dissipated into the air.

This is……

Ye Wan covered her mouth in surprise.

She saw that the black qi actually condensed in the air into a blurry ghostly face, hideous and terrifying.

This is the power of the Soul-Eating Curse.

Jiangnan explained.

It is trying to resist, but it cannot escape.

Jiangnan waved his hands quickly, silver needles continually piercing various acupoints on Ye Zhentian's body.

His movements flowed like clouds and water, pleasing to behold.

As the needles kept piercing, Ye Zhentian's trembling grew more severe.

The black qi also became increasingly frenzied.

They rolled and howled in the air, as if trying to break free of their bonds.

Submit!

Jiangnan gave a low shout, forming a strange hand seal with his hands.

A golden light shot from his fingertips, striking the black qi.

The black qi instantly let out a shrill wail and then completely dissipated into the air.

Ye Zhentian's body also ceased trembling.

His complexion gradually returned to a healthy rosy hue, and his breathing became steady.

Hah……

Jiangnan let out a long sigh, putting away the silver needles.

Good, the curse within Old Master Ye has been dispelled.

He will wake up soon.

Really…… really?

Ye Wan was so excited her voice trembled.

Mm.

Jiangnan nodded.

Excellent, Mr. Jiang, you are truly amazing!

Ye Wan wept with joy, tightly embracing Jiangnan, her tears soaking his clothes.

Thank you, thank you for saving my grandfather.

No need for thanks.

Jiangnan furrowed his brows, slipping out of Ye Wan's embrace without a trace.

But Qian Chong, standing nearby, seeing this, his face instantly turned deathly pale.

He looked at Jiangnan, his eyes full of envy and resentment.

Hmph, pretending to be divine.

He muttered under his breath,

I don't believe you can really cure Grandfather Ye.

Just then, Ye Zhentian on the bed suddenly let out a groan.

Hn……

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat dazed.

Grandfather!

Ye Wan exclaimed in delight.

You have finally awakened!

Waner……

Ye Zhentian saw Ye Wan, a hint of a kind smile appearing on his face.

What…… has happened to me?

He looked around, discovering he was lying in the room.

Grandfather, you have been afflicted with a curse called the Soul-Eating Curse; it was Mr. Jiang who saved you.

Ye Wan quickly explained.

"Soul-Eating Curse?"

Ye Zhentian froze, then recalled something, his face changed.

"Could it be…?"

A flash of fear crossed his eyes.

"Old Master Ye, did you recall something?"

Jiangnan asked, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes. Because something like the Soul-Eating Curse should not appear at all.

After Ye Zhentian pondered briefly, he nodded and said:

"I remember, before I lost consciousness, I saw someone…"

"That person gave me a very dangerous feeling…"

"It seemed like he did something to me…"

Ye Zhentian struggled to recall.

"Then, I couldn't remember anything…"

"What did that person look like?"

Jiangnan pressed further.

"I… I couldn't see his face clearly…"

Ye Zhentian shook his head.

"It seemed like he was wearing a mask on his face…"