Romantic Medical Immortal

"Are you okay?"

Yang Cheng turned his head to look at her and saw black lines appearing on her shoulder wound, a sign of corpse poison spreading.

"I won’t die."

Feng Jiuge said casually, taking a pill from her chest and swallowing it, then tearing off a piece of cloth to simply bandage the wound.

Yang Cheng frowned, took a Silver Needle from his backpack, and said, "I’ll help you expel the corpse poison, or it will damage your meridians."

"No need..."

"Don’t talk nonsense!"

Yang Cheng interrupted her, firmly pulled her arm over, and inserted the Silver Needle into the acupuncture point on her shoulder, slowly injecting True Qi.

Feng Jiuge’s body stiffened slightly but quickly relaxed, allowing him to act.

She could feel a warm stream of True Qi entering her body through the Silver Needle, gradually expelling the cold corpse poison.

A moment later, black liquid seeped from the wound, and Feng Jiuge’s complexion regained some color.

Yang Cheng withdrew the Silver Needle, found a clean towel from the car, and tied it to the wound, saying faintly, "The poison is expelled for now. When we get back, I’ll give the wound a more thorough treatment."

"Thank you."

She said softly, her tone much softer than before.

"No need to thank me. If it weren’t for your help, I wouldn’t have escaped so easily."

Yang Cheng put away the Silver Needle, raised his gaze toward the direction of the funeral home, those ghost corpses unable to leave the courtyard in the sunlight, could only linger in the shadows, emitting low growls.

"There are so many ghost corpses in the funeral home. If someone else goes there, they probably won’t be able to escape. Should we recuperate and then deal with those ghost corpses?"

Feng Jiuge suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Yang Cheng couldn’t help but laugh, "You’re kind-hearted. Isn’t our life important? I don’t have time to go back and deal with those creatures. Besides us, no one would want to visit that ghost place."

"We’ve taken the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum, the Yin Qi in the funeral home will gradually weaken, and when the ghost corpses can’t absorb Yin Qi, they should disappear."

Though he’s unsure if the ghost corpses would disappear, returning to kill them all is impossible.

Yang Cheng glanced at his phone; they’d battled for a day and a night, yet it felt like years.

During this time, they didn’t rest, not knowing how many ghost corpses they’d killed. Yang Cheng’s Moon Golden Wheel was nearly soaked in corpse blood, and Feng Jiuge’s short knife had dulled.

Their True Qi was greatly depleted; only by taking turns to rest and watching over each other did they barely make it through.

Now they’ve finally escaped, Yang Cheng is utterly exhausted, clothes in tatters, face covered in blood and dirt, resembling a demon crawling out of hell.

At this moment, he should return urgently to the Jiang Family, but he doesn’t want to move, only wishing to lean in the car for a nap.

Feng Jiuge felt the same, her body heavily depleted, and poisoned by corpse poison; it’s a miracle she’s lasted this long, closing her eyes and fainting directly.

The car idles by the roadside, fortuitously near a deserted funeral home, meaning few pass by.

Opening his eyes again, the sky had darkened, and Yang Cheng realized they had truly fallen asleep here.

He turned his head to glance at the person beside him, Feng Jiuge’s eyes tightly shut, chest rising and falling, revealing that graceful curve.

This woman indeed possessed beauty, but her indomitable spirit was even more captivating.

Yang Cheng smiled faintly; not daring to linger, he immediately started the car, racing toward the Jiang family’s direction.

There’s still some distance from the outskirts to the Jiang family, and when he arrived, an hour had passed.

At the Jiang family’s gate, the butler paced anxiously, seeing Yang Cheng’s car, his eyes lit and he hurried up.

"Mr. Yang! You’re finally back!"

Yang Cheng nodded slightly, exhausted as he got out of the car, then opened the passenger door and helped Feng Jiuge out.

The butler gasped at his haggard appearance, covered in blood and grime, clothes torn, hair disheveled, looking like a deserter from the battlefield.

"How is Miss Jiang?"

Yang Cheng rasped.

"Miss’s condition isn’t good. This afternoon, the three Silver Needles started floating up, Miss Cheng tried suppressing them with True Qi several times, but it’s becoming less effective."

The butler spoke while guiding him inside, "The Family Head is frantic, worried you wouldn’t return in time. He didn’t sleep last night."

Yang Cheng frowned slightly; within three days, it should be fine - how did the situation deteriorate so quickly? He hurried, almost running into Jiang Yu’s courtyard.

"Wait for me."

Feng Jiuge followed behind, struggling to keep up.

Seeing Yang Cheng bring someone back, a maid immediately stepped up to guide her to Jiang Yu’s residence.

Jiang Heping heard the commotion and rushed forward, speaking excitedly, "Mr. Yang, I’ve been hoping for your return; now Yu’s condition is quite poor."

"Don’t worry, I’ve found the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum, Miss Jiang’s life is definitely saved."

His tone was unusually firm.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Heping paused, stunned, then his face burst with joy, quickly catching up.

As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, Yang Cheng saw Cheng Qiyue sitting at the bedside, her hands pressed against Jiang Yu’s chest, pale-faced with sweat streaming down her forehead, evidently consuming a large amount of True Qi.

"Yang Cheng! You’re back!"

Seeing him appear, Cheng Qiyue’s eyes flickered with surprise, her tense body finally relaxing.

"Ms. Qi Yue, thank you for your efforts; I’ll take over from here."

Yang Cheng swiftly stepped forward, taking Cheng Qiyue’s place, pressing a palm onto Jiang Yu’s chest, beginning to inject True Qi, suppressing the three floating Silver Needles back down.

Fortunately, he had slept before returning, restoring some True Qi, otherwise, he’d struggle to fully suppress the Silver Needles.

As the Silver Needles settled, Jiang Yu’s complexion slightly improved, her breathing steadied.

"Good thing you hurried back, or she’d never last until the third day."

Cheng Qiyue exhaled deeply, finally noticing Yang Cheng’s ragged state, her beautiful eyes filled with concern, "Why are you like this? Are you hurt?"

"Just superficial wounds, don’t worry."

Yang Cheng waved it off, took out the Jade Bottle containing the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum, smiling, "I’ve got the item, Miss Jiang will soon be healed."

Cheng Qiyue gazed at the Jade Bottle slightly glowing with a blood-silver hue, eyes wide with shock, "You really found it?"

She initially thought Yang Cheng would return within three days just to reapply needles before seeking the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum, unexpectedly, he’d already succeeded.