Chapter 317 - 315: Lingering Yin Energy, Restless Household

"I worried Linglong lacked a mother’s love, so I started going on blind dates and met Wang Xuelian. When we first met, she seemed gentle and kind. She had a little girl with her, Zhao Lili, who was raised to be as cute as a button. I thought Wang Xuelian would definitely be able to take good care of Linglong, too.

"I never expected it was all an act. In reality, she was utterly venomous."

As Zhao Hongshan spoke, tears welled up in his eyes; he regretted his choices to his very core.

"How do you plan to deal with her?" Tang Qingquan asked.

"I’ll deal with her exactly as she deserves." Zhao Hongshan’s voice was quiet, but it carried an unquestionable resolve. "She poisoned me and imprisoned my daughter. There is solid evidence for every single thing she’s done. I won’t frame her, but I absolutely will not let her off."

"You’re doing the right thing. Whatever you do, don’t go soft on her."

Right as Tang Qingquan finished speaking, Yang Xun and the other two knocked on the door and strode in.

"Mr. Zhao, your body is still very weak. You need to rest more," Yang Xun said, signaling that he shouldn’t chat any longer. After all, he had just scraped his life back from the gates of hell. His severe emotional fluctuations just now had nearly drained all of his Essence Qi.

Zhao Hongshan nodded hastily, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him.

"I will write you a prescription. Sun Rao can help buy the herbs. Once she brings them back, brew them immediately. You’ll need to drink the medicine twice a day and stay on bed rest for at least half a month. Only then can your body recover, otherwise your lifespan will be compromised."

As Yang Xun spoke, he finished writing the prescription and handed it to Sun Rao. Zhao Hongshan nodded repeatedly, his eyes brimming with gratitude.

"Thank you, Dr. Yang. If you hadn’t arrived in time, I would be dead, and Linglong would have been ruined by them."

"You’re welcome. Linglong and I are friends; I wouldn’t just sit back and do nothing when she’s in trouble," Yang Xun said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

At this moment, Tang Qingquan’s eyes suddenly lit up as he looked at Yang Xun. He turned to Zhao Hongshan and asked, "Is this the Divine Doctor Yang you were talking about?"

"Yes," Zhao Hongshan nodded with a smile.

Tang Qingquan turned back and earnestly sized Yang Xun up. "To have such ability at such a young age is truly rare," he said with a sigh of admiration. He paused, as if remembering something, and hurriedly added, "Dr. Yang, if I may be so bold to ask... you can cure such complicated conditions, so does that mean you can cure a child’s illness as well?"

"That depends on the specific situation," Yang Xun said evenly.

"My granddaughter is five years old this year. She keeps getting these intermittent fevers, and every time she does, it lasts for days. Fever reducers don’t work.

"We’ve taken her to the hospital several times and run numerous tests, but they all say they can’t find a specific cause.

"It’s gotten even worse recently. Sometimes she burns up so much that she becomes delirious and talks nonsense. Her strength also becomes incredibly immense. She’s only a five-year-old child, but even two adults can’t hold her down.

"We’ve hired quite a few doctors, even from the provincial capital, but they all say they can’t see what’s wrong and can only treat it as a common cold. But if this drags on, the child’s health will only get worse."

Speaking up to this point, Tang Qingquan’s tone held a hint of probing, "Could I invite you to take a look at my granddaughter, Dr. Yang? As long as you can cure her, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"

Yang Xun did not agree immediately. Instead, he studied Tang Qingquan’s facial features. The man had a broad, full forehead and clear, righteous eyes. He seemed to be a genuinely good person with pure intentions.

Beside them, Zhao Hongshan turned to Yang Xun and urged, "Dr. Yang, Old Tang is an old friend of mine of many years. If you have the energy to spare, please go and help him take a look."

"Mr. Tang, where is your granddaughter right now?" Yang Xun asked.

"She’s at my house. It’s not far from here—only a dozen minutes’ drive." Tang Qingquan’s tone was earnest. "If it’s convenient for you, Dr. Yang, could you go take a look tonight? The child’s condition has deteriorated again over the past two days. Seeing her suffer like this, my heart aches as her grandfather."

Yang Xun nodded and stood up. "Alright, I’ll go take a look with you right now."

"Linglong, you should go along," Zhao Hongshan spoke up. "There are bodyguards and the butler at home; I’ll be fine."

Zhao Linglong hesitated for a moment. Worried that Yang Xun would feel uncomfortable going to an unfamiliar place, she nodded and agreed.

Yang Xun picked up his silver needles, then turned to Sun Rao. "Once you finish buying the medicine, come straight back to the villa. Guard Mr. Zhao and don’t let any outsiders near him."

Sun Rao nodded, her tone crisp. "Rest assured."

The Tang Family’s villa was located in a quiet villa district in the eastern suburbs of Shunping City.

When the car pulled up to the front gate, Yang Xun stepped out and took a look around. The courtyard was meticulously maintained; it was evident that the family lived with a strong sense of elegance and ritual.

The butler, having received news of their arrival in advance, walked briskly to greet them. "Sir, Dr. Yang, Miss Zhao, please come in."

Walking through the foyer, Yang Xun noticed a few potted green plants in the corner of the corridor. Their leaves were somewhat yellowed and wilted, as if they lacked sunlight, or as if they had been tainted by some invisible aura of decay. Furthermore, the entire courtyard seemed shrouded in Yin energy, though it was unclear where it was emanating from.

With Yin energy lingering, the household was bound to know no peace!

Tang Qingquan led the two up to the second floor and stopped in front of a half-open door. He raised his hand and knocked gently. A weary female voice came from inside: "Come in."

Pushing the door open, Yang Xun’s gaze immediately landed on the bed. A little girl, about five or six years old, was lying on the bed. She was curled up beneath the covers, revealing only a pale, thin little face. Her sparse hair clung to her forehead, drenched in sweat. Her dry, cracked lips moved slightly, as if she were mumbling something inaudible in a dream.

A young woman sat by the edge of the bed. She had delicate features but looked haggard, with obvious dark circles under her eyes—clearly the result of taking care of the child for a prolonged period.

Seeing Tang Qingquan enter, she stood up. "Dad, is this the doctor you mentioned?" she asked, her voice a bit hoarse.

"Yes. Don’t be fooled by his young age; he cured Old Zhao’s illness. Let him take a look at Tangtang." Tang Qingquan stepped aside to make room.

Yang Xun sat down on the edge of the bed and gently placed his fingers on Tangtang’s wrist. The little girl’s arm was very thin, and her skin held an abnormal, icy chill. Her fingertips were slightly blue. As soon as his True Qi probed into her meridians, his brows furrowed slightly.

The Yin energy was incredibly heavy!

That cold Yin energy had almost seeped into every inch of Tangtang’s meridians. Like countless icy threads, it tangled around her network of vessels, slowing the circulation of her vital Qi and blood to a crawl. This kind of Yin energy wasn’t an ordinary cold ailment, nor was it damp coldness from the external environment. Instead, it was an evil Yin energy that felt almost like a living entity.

"How long has she been in this condition?" Yang Xun withdrew his hand and turned to look at Tangtang’s mother.

"Almost a month now." The woman’s voice carried obvious exhaustion and worry, her eyes red-rimmed.