The Capital's Dragon Doctor

He had won a Nobel Prize at a young age. Leveraging this achievement, Wang Kai Xuan flourished in the medical field, becoming a powerful figure in Jiangzhou's medical community.

"Heh. This is a new medicine developed by the Wang Pharmaceutical Group—a purely herbal remedy called the Blood Melting Pill! It can help treat your stubborn ailment, improve your complexion, and even prolong your life."

"This Blood Melting Pill is the very first finished product developed by our Wang's Pharmaceutical Company. And now, I would like to present this pill to you, Miss Murong. I hope you will accept it."

After speaking, Wang Kai Xuan presented a blood-red pill for all to see, deliberately exaggerating the effects of the Blood Melting Pill to an absurd degree.

Sure enough, the attitudes of many guests grew much more respectful. The Wang Family was already a formidable power, and now they had developed a pill with seemingly heaven-defying effects.

Who would dare to provoke them?

"You are too kind, Mr. Wang. Since it was developed by the Wang Family, I will certainly treasure it and not waste your kind gesture."

A faint smile touched Murong Qian's lips as she reached out and took the pill from Wang Kai Xuan, gently closing the brocade box.

She didn't appear overly joyous. After all, her status was illustrious. Even if this pill could save her life, she remained composed.

As the eldest young lady of the Murong Clan, she had been doted on since childhood. What rare treasures hadn't she seen?

If not for the stubborn illness that plagued her, she probably wouldn't have needed this pill from the Wang Family at all.

Wang Kai Xuan couldn't help but frown at her reaction. 'It seems Murong Qian isn't very impressed by my gesture.'

"Since that's the case, please do as you wish, Miss Murong."

Wang Kai Xuan's mind raced. He ignored the displeasure in his heart, put on a gentle and humble smile, and said,

Murong Qian gave him a cool glance. Without refusing, she rose from her seat and slowly walked to the center of the stage.

Before this, an exquisite and luxurious evening gown had already been placed on the stage.

Murong Qian changed into the evening gown. Under the lights, she was like a noble princess, radiating a dignified and enchanting aura.

Murong Qian had an exquisite figure—curvy and slender in all the right places, practically perfect.

Now, dressed in a silver-white gown, she looked like a celestial fairy descending from the moon palace—peerlessly beautiful, captivating everyone present.

"So beautiful."

"Worthy of being one of the Four Beauties of Jiangzhou."

The guests present were all full of praise. Murong Qian's aura was simply too outstanding. She was like a fairy—noble, holy, and otherworldly, completely intoxicating.

Even Lin Feng's gaze was locked on her.

However, unlike the others, he wasn't attracted to her appearance.

For one, he wasn't particularly obsessed with a woman's beauty. Besides, his wife, Su Yanxue, was the number one beauty in all of Xijing City!

The main reason he was focused on Murong Qian was because of her strange illness.

'Weak qi and blood, an invasion of cold energy, stagnation of the liver and gallbladder… These are classic symptoms of liver qi stagnation and obstructed blood flow. It must have developed over many years.'

'Could she have liver cancer?'

'No, while there are some similarities, it's just a superficial resemblance. It should be some other hidden disease, or perhaps a rare virus.'

Lin Feng's mind raced as he analyzed Murong Qian's condition.

As he mentally crossed off various complex and difficult diseases, only one name remained in his mind.

'Cold Vein Syndrome?'

This disease was extremely rare in ancient times, existing only in old medical texts. Lin Feng couldn't help but be amazed that he had actually encountered a case.

It was an extremely rare disease. Contracting it was tantamount to a death sentence. Even the world's top doctors would find it impossible to cure; it was almost certainly fatal.

Once contracted, this condition is incredibly difficult to treat. Without an herb capable of curing all poisons, a full recovery is basically impossible. The only option is to slowly wait for death.

But Lin Feng's eyes gradually filled with delight.

For an ordinary person, this disease was indeed incurable, but for him, it wasn't that difficult.

Moreover, to encounter a patient with Cold Vein Syndrome just when he was about to refine the Red Flame Fruit… this was excellent news for him.

The Red Flame Fruit was an item of extreme Yang energy, while the body of a Cold Vein Syndrome patient was filled with cold energy. With special techniques, he could condense that cold energy into an item of extreme Yin!

It was perfect for neutralizing the fiery energy of the Red Flame Fruit!

Among the medical arts he cultivated was a school of acupuncture that could do just that: treat Cold Vein Syndrome while also condensing and extracting its cold energy!

Back then, his master had taught him two acupuncture arts. One was called the Cyan Wood Divine Needle, and the other was the Nine Yang Needle Technique.

Lin Feng's master once told him that the Nine Yang Needle Technique was divided into nine realms. Once mastered, it could achieve miraculous, almost divine, results.

It was incredibly effective against any illness, even capable of raising the dead and regrowing flesh on bones. Countless people wished to learn the Nine Yang Needle Technique, but none could obtain it.

Because when Lin Feng's master passed the Nine Yang Needle Technique to him, he had given him strict orders never to leak this unique art to anyone.

Therefore, even with Lin Feng's immense talent, he had only managed to reach the fourth level so far, which showed just how difficult the technique was.

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The banquet began. Dance music filled the entire hall, and guests flocked to the dance floor to waltz gracefully.

Lin Feng, however, wasn't interested in any of this. If he didn't have to accompany Su Yanxue, he would have already gone to find Murong Qian to discuss her condition.

It had to be said, Murong Qian was the focus of tonight's banquet. Everywhere she went, men would eagerly approach her to make conversation, and she would greet them with a polite smile.

"Qian, you look absolutely beautiful tonight."

Just then, Wang Kai Xuan walked over with a glass of red wine, a gentle smile on his face.

"Thank you."

Murong Qian's pretty face still held a cool, indifferent expression.

After all, her temperament was naturally reserved. Furthermore, with the cold energy in her body growing stronger, she knew her time was running out, even without understanding medicine. Under such circumstances, she couldn't bring herself to genuinely smile at anyone.

"Heh, I heard you haven't been feeling well lately. How about I take your pulse for you?"

Wang Kai Xuan looked at the icy expression on Murong Qian's face, and a flicker of rage ignited in his heart.

He, the great young master of the Wang Family, had been pursuing Murong Qian for days to no avail, facing rejection time and again. Today was especially galling; he had presented the pill as if it were a priceless treasure, yet she still acted this way.

He had long been bottling up his resentment, but his status prevented him from showing it.

"I'm sorry, I don't want anyone near me."