Chapter 221: Profound
Murong Qian had originally thought Lin Feng wanted to take advantage of her. So when he said he wanted something *inside* her body, she was completely baffled.
'Something inside my body? What could I possibly have inside me?'
"What I mean is, I can treat you, but you must give me what's inside your body."
Lin Feng shrugged, his expression perfectly serious as he replied.
"What thing inside me? Mr. Lin, you might as well spell it out for me."
Murong Qian still looked completely lost.
"Are you just being deliberately mysterious because you know about my condition?"
At this, the corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched.
He finally understood why Murong Qian had been so skeptical of his words.
"Alright, Miss Murong, I won't beat around the bush any longer. I need what's inside you for Alchemy."
He mulled it over for a moment before deciding to be direct.
"Alchemy? Are you an Ancient Martial Physician?"
Upon hearing this, Murong Qian raised an eyebrow, looking at Lin Feng in surprise.
She hadn't expected Lin Feng to give such an answer.
For the first time, she found herself growing curious about his identity. He knew about her illness, which meant he was clearly familiar with her case—perhaps even the specific state of her body.
The only reasonable explanation, then, was that Lin Feng had perhaps seen similar cases before and had a method of treatment.
In response to her question, Lin Feng didn't hide the truth and began to explain frankly.
"Yes, Miss Murong. The cold energy in your body is fatal to you, but to me, it's a rare ingredient for Alchemy."
After Lin Feng finished speaking, Murong Qian was silent for a while.
After a long moment, she finally raised her head.
"If that's your only reason, then I'm afraid I can't agree. After all, my father spent a fortune to have those pills developed for me. I can't just hand them over."
Murong Qian's voice was firm and calm, completely unmoved by his offer.
"No, Miss Murong, you've misunderstood. The Alchemy I practice creates true medicinal elixirs, not just ordinary medicine!"
Lin Feng smiled and continued, "And the thing inside you is a medicinal catalyst. Only by expelling it can your illness be completely cured. Otherwise, you'll never have any hope."
Hearing Lin Feng's words, Murong Qian once again fell into deep thought.
"If what you say is true, then the value of the 'payment' you want must be beyond imagination."
Lin Feng gave a slight smile and added.
"I have no interest in money. What I need is the thing inside your body."
"If you'll allow me, Miss Murong, I am willing to treat you."
"But the process will be incredibly painful. I hope you are mentally prepared."
Lin Feng said calmly. It was his habit to warn people of any potential difficulties beforehand to avoid problems later.
"Painful? I'm not afraid."
There was a resolute look in Murong Qian's eyes.
She had been tormented by Cold Vein Syndrome since childhood; she had long grown accustomed to ordinary pain.
Lin Feng's offer was tempting, but it was all predicated on her survival.
Her body was especially weak now. When the syndrome flared up, she found it difficult to even walk.
Now that an opportunity was right in front of her, of course she had to seize it.
As for why she didn't suspect Lin Feng, it was because she had only confirmed her illness after comparing her symptoms multiple times with descriptions in ancient texts.
Yet Lin Feng had identified the problem within her in a single sentence. Although he hadn't specified what the problem was, it was enough to prove he was indeed very familiar with her condition.
Seeing how decisive she was, Lin Feng nodded in approval.
Since she wasn't afraid of pain, things would be much simpler.
"I will first perform some acupuncture to force out half of the cold toxin from your body. We can discuss the rest afterward."
After he finished speaking, Lin Feng stood up and walked straight into the bedroom.
Murong Qian quickly followed.
Lin Feng came to the side of the bed, lightly placed his right palm on her wrist, and circulated his Inner Strength, slowly letting it seep into her body.
"Ngh…"
Murong Qian let out a muffled grunt, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Then, a wisp of cyan light appeared on the tip of Lin Feng's right index finger.
Immediately after, he flicked his finger, and a silver needle pierced Murong Qian's skin, embedding itself in her body.
Having completed this, Lin Feng let out a long breath. He then waved his hand, sending a gentle stream of Inner Strength surging into Murong Qian's body through the silver needle.
This treatment method was one he had developed himself. It was completely different from ordinary techniques and could only nurse the patient back to health slowly, one step at a time.
He was also rather shocked; Murong Qian's body was the most fragile he had ever encountered.
Her meridians weren't even as resilient as those of some people on the verge of death.
After being plagued by the strange illness of Cold Vein Syndrome for twenty years, Murong Qian's body had become extremely fragile, like a piece of porcelain that could shatter with the slightest touch.
The silver needle Lin Feng had just used was, in fact, his own Spiritual Power, which he had condensed into the shape of a needle using his Inner Strength. Then, using a special secret technique, he had instantly channeled his Inner Strength through it.
The power of this technique was simply heaven-defying. An ordinary person would likely be unable to withstand such a force.
Of course, this was also his first time using this secret technique, and he wasn't sure what the effects would be.
BOOM!
At that moment, a thunderous roar echoed from within Murong Qian's body.
A tremendously powerful aura suddenly spread out.
A sudden, tempestuous gale swept through the entire room.
Murong Qian's face was deathly pale, her forehead drenched in sweat.
Seeing this, Lin Feng couldn't help but frown slightly.
'The thing inside this girl seems more formidable than I imagined. It can even affect the surrounding environment.'
He immediately extended his right index finger and pressed it against Murong Qian's chest, instantly sending a warm stream of Inner Strength into her body.
Murong Qian drew in a sharp breath. A tingling numbness spread throughout her body, bringing an incredible sense of relief.
Upon sensing the coldness within Murong Qian recede, Lin Feng breathed an inward sigh of relief. He knew the thing inside her had been temporarily suppressed.
"Miss Murong, your body is currently in an extreme state. If you want to expel the cold toxin, you must first drive out the power of the cold energy. This is the most dangerous step. A single misstep could backfire."
Lin Feng withdrew his right hand and instructed her seriously.
Murong Qian nodded slightly, indicating she understood. This wasn't her first day dealing with this illness; of course she understood the basic principles.
At that moment, Lin Feng picked up a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone from a nearby table. He quickly wrote down the names of several herbs and handed the paper to Murong Qian.