The unconscious Mu An didn’t see that the dagger hadn’t actually pierced any vital part of the Zhang family’s young master. Instead, it only touched the surface of his neck, not even drawing blood.
Afterward, Wen Qingchen seemed to be peeling away a layer of skin as she forcibly separated the bloodthirsty ghost from the young master Zhang’s body!
Wen Qingchen possessed a strange power, one that carried a purifying energy, which made the bloodthirsty ghost extremely wary.
The bloodthirsty ghost was unwilling to leave the body it had possessed for so long. It let out a sharp, piercing scream and prepared to fight Wen Qingchen.
Wen Qingchen let out a cold snort, her mind focused, and in an instant, her powers surged!
Her power split into two streams: one healing the young master Zhang, whose life force was rapidly dwindling after the ghost was torn from him, and the other rushing toward the bloodthirsty ghost!
“Hiss—hiss!”
As soon as the ghost came into contact with the healing energy, it reacted as if it had been touched by a deadly poison. A third of its body instantly dissolved!
Its blood-red eyes flashed with fear as it gazed at Wen Qingchen, both terrified and awed.
Wen Qingchen coldly eyed it. “I’ll give you one more chance. Get off him willingly!”
The bloodthirsty ghost hesitated for a moment before finally submitting to the strange purifying power. Reluctantly, it withdrew its hair from the young master Zhang’s body.
Its hair was the source of its power, needing a constant supply of blood to maintain its strength. Without the nutrients from Zhang’s body, the once wildly flailing hair began to wither.
Wen Qingchen pulled out a strange-looking bowl and said coldly, “Get in, or else…”
The implication was clear—complete destruction awaited.
The bloodthirsty ghost peered into the bowl and saw a fully-grown man-eating flower inside.
It hesitated, its sharp fangs fixated on Wen Qingchen, clearly unwilling.
Wen Qingchen’s patience ran out. She put away the bowl with an expressionless face and said, “Then I’ll finish you off.”
From within the chamber, a strange and piercing howl echoed out, making those outside tremble with fear.
It seemed less like a rescue was happening inside, and more like a slaughterhouse…
At the Wen Medical Clinic.
Wen Zhaoping, the third uncle of the Wen family, had been closely monitoring the activities of the Sai Hua Tuo Medical Clinic. When he learned that the young master of the Zhang family had gone there for treatment, his expression turned a bit grim.
“Even Father couldn’t cure this illness. How could a young kid possibly manage it?” Wen Zicheng remarked dismissively.
However, Wen Zhaoping couldn’t sit still. Ignoring the patients still waiting in line, he stood up and started heading out. “Let’s go take a look. That illness of Zhang’s young master is incredibly peculiar; even I couldn’t do anything about it. I refuse to believe that this so-called Chen Qing can actually cure him!”
The same news reached the Nangong family.
Upon hearing it, Nangong Yan immediately rushed out. “This is bad! That scoundrel from the Mu City, Zhang, is said to be poisoned. Anyone he touches will die from the venom. If Mr. Chen is treating him, he will surely come into contact with him… Hurry, we need to save Mr. Chen!”
As members of both families hurriedly rushed to the Sai Hua Tuo Medical Clinic, Wen Qingchen had already dealt with the bloodthirsty ghost and was pondering how much to charge for the treatment.
Just as the inner chamber door opened, a man wearing a silver mask appeared in her line of sight.
Wen Qingchen was momentarily stunned. She glanced up and down at the man before narrowing her eyes. “Who are you? If you’re here to see a doctor, please wait in line.”
Yin Chenming, however, got straight to the point. “We’ve met before.”
Of course, Wen Qingchen recognized this masked man, but since she was currently in disguise, she wasn’t going to admit it.
“Brother, you must be mistaken.”
Yin Chenming’s cold gaze, visible through the silver mask, fixed directly on her face as he said, “Wen Qingchen.”
Wen Qingchen: “…”
She narrowed her eyes, trying to figure out when he had discovered her identity. Deciding not to hide anymore, she asked, “Alright, brother. Are you here to seek treatment?”
Her gaze shifted slightly downward, landing on his lower body. “Can’t get it up, can you? I knew you had a problem that day.”
Yin Chenming: “…”
