Peerless Divine Doctor

"What the hell is this?" As he saw Shen Aohai charging over without any regard for anything, Ye Luo’s expression suddenly changed.

However, at that moment, Ouyang Zhenhua, Mu Qingsong, and Situ Liuyun flashed by, instantly appearing in front of Ye Luo as if breaking through spatial constraints, so fast that no one could see clearly what happened.

"Shen Aohai, how dare you show such disrespect to the War Order!"

Ouyang Zhenhua looked at Shen Aohai and rebuked him loudly, his voice booming like thunder and carrying a fearsome aura. Suddenly, Shen Aohai, who was close to stepping into the Saint Realm, trembled, spat out a mouthful of blood, turned pale, staggered backward several steps, and then bowed deeply, saying, "I’m sorry, I was momentarily blinded by anger and disrespected the War Order. Please forgive me."

Witnessing this scene, Ye Luo was taken aback. He hadn’t expected the War Order to be so powerful that even three Saint Realm experts took action, and they seemed to treat the token with great respect. What exactly was this token? Ye Luo was filled with doubt.

Regardless, Ye Luo could now breathe a sigh of relief as his life seemed to be safe for the moment.

"Young Master Ye, we didn’t know you had the War Order, so we didn’t come to your aid in time. Please don’t take it to heart."

Ouyang Zhenhua turned to look at Ye Luo with a smile and said.

"It’s fine," Ye Luo shook his head. Naturally, he wouldn’t blame them; after all, they were formidable Saint Realm experts. Even with this mysterious token in his possession, he wouldn’t think to reprimand them.

"Master Situ, what happened just now with Miss Situ was because of me. Please don’t blame her."

Ye Luo’s gaze towards Situ Liuyun was indifferent as he spoke, lacking the respect he had shown before. Clearly, because of what had just happened, he no longer had a good impression of anyone from the Situ Family, except for Situ Luoyun.

"I understand," Situ Liuyun nodded, his eyes flickering.

"Miss Leng, thank you for taking action once again," Ye Luo’s gaze turned back to Leng Ruobing.

"I don’t want to see someone from the Special Security Bureau being killed at will, and I do not wish for this to happen a third time," Leng Ruobing said coldly.

Ye Luo revealed a wry smile and then addressed everyone, "Well, a lot has happened today, and it’s quite troublesome. I’ll take my leave now."

Having said that, Ye Luo left the place with Qin Yuru and Ling Qingya assisting him.

"Ye Luo!"

Han Mengxi initially wanted to follow him but was held back by her father, Han Haomin.

Finally, the Situ Family estate calmed down, but a grand birthday feast had unexpectedly turned out like this, which was quite unforeseen.

Today’s birthday celebration had indeed left a deep impression of Ye Luo on everyone, especially since he revealed the War Order at the end, which made many people there remember this young man and realize that his identity was certainly no ordinary one; otherwise, he couldn’t possibly possess the War Order.

Regardless, after today, Ye Luo had become completely famous within the elite circles of the Capital City, turning into a topic of conversation among the influential figures for a long time to come.

At this moment, Ye Luo, assisted by Qin Yuru and Ling Qingya, had returned to the hotel.

"Ye Luo, with injuries like these, shouldn’t you go to the hospital?" Ling Qingya looked at Ye Luo with a worried expression.

"No need, I can heal myself. Don’t worry about me," he replied.

Ye Luo shook his head and said, "You all go out first, I need to start healing my wounds."

Ling Qingya and Qin Yuru glanced at Ye Luo and walked out one after another, closing the bedroom door behind them.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Ye Luo inspected his body with his ability to see through objects, and the situation was dire. His internal organs sustained differing degrees of injury, especially several of his meridians were damaged. All in all, Ye Luo had sustained very serious injuries. If he didn’t recover properly, it could affect his strength.

Normally, taking the Snow Lotus, which Ye Luo had just obtained, would have allowed him to recover quickly from such injuries. However, using the Snow Lotus like this would be a waste of its value.

If he could find several other medicinal ingredients, Ye Luo was confident that he could refine an Elixir of Yellow Rank, Grade Five. Only then would he be able to maximize the use of the Snow Lotus.

Thus, Ye Luo decided not to use the Snow Lotus but began to absorb the Spiritual Energy from those emerald stones to heal his injuries, even though it was a slower process.

An hour passed, and the Spiritual Energy in the emerald stones was completely absorbed, but Ye Luo’s injuries had only healed by less than one-third. Then he took out an emerald and started absorbing the Spiritual Energy within.

This emerald truly lived up to its reputation as the unparalleled king of green gemstones. The Spiritual Energy it contained was incomparable to that within the other emeralds—it was not only abundant and dense but also incredibly pure.

As the Spiritual Energy entered Ye Luo’s body, he immediately felt relaxed and pain-free, with his internal organs and meridians healing rapidly.

In this manner, Ye Luo sat cross-legged on his bed, an emerald in front of him, absorbing streams of Spiritual Energy. His body radiated with the pure aura of this energy.

Outside the bedroom, Ling Qingya and Qin Yuru sat facing each other, a trace of worry etched on their faces.

"President Qin, do you have feelings for Ye Luo?" Ling Qingya asked, looking at Qin Yuru.

"Oh, why would you ask that?" Qin Yuru looked at Ling Qingya with some surprise.

"From the way you looked at Ye Luo today, the concern in your eyes, I could tell," Ling Qingya said in a low voice.

"And what about you, do you have feelings for him? I know you two are engaged, but it seems like your relationship isn’t that great," Qin Yuru’s gaze shifted to Ling Qingya.

Ling Qingya’s expression hardened, she looked down and said nothing, her face revealing complex emotions.

At the Han Family residence in Capital City,

In a room, Han Haomin sat with a solemn expression, with Han Mengxi standing before him.

"Dad, why do you insist on having me marry Situ Ao? I don’t like him at all," pleaded Han Mengxi, looking at her father with a face full of grievances.

"It’s not about who you like. It’s about the future of the Han Family. You know that since your grandfather passed away, the Han Family has been on a decline, with lesser influence compared to the other four major families. If this continues, the Han Family will eventually become second-rate, even devoured by other families," Han Haomin said with a frown.

"So, you’re sacrificing me to enter into an alliance with the Situ Family to preserve the Han Family?" Han Mengxi’s tone was tinged with desolation.

"I have no other choice as your father. I must consider the future of the Han Family, but if you truly dislike Situ Ao, then let’s forget about it."