Chapter Ten: The Divine Healer of Peach Blossom Valley

Whether Qin Zhiqiu had lost her senses or Luo Qiuyu was simply blind, the most beautiful woman in Liuzhou now openly took Ye Cheng’s arm in front of everyone, her intimate gesture making Zhu Yaotang seethe with envy and jealousy, while Qin Zhiqiu clenched her teeth in fury.

“Old Master, there’s no need to insist. I have already made a promise: should the Luo family ever face crisis, I will lend my aid three times. Two chances remain,” Ye Cheng declared.

With that, he turned and left, taking Qin Zhiqiu with him. Qin Siyuan hurried after them.

A sigh sounded behind them—Old Master Luo could not restrain his grief, leaving Xu Fengnian, Luo Yu, and the others exchanging helpless looks.

As for Zhu Yaotang and Qin Zhiqiu, both repeatedly disgraced, they were left to endure the ridicule and scornful gazes of everyone at the hospital, utterly humiliated.

Once outside, Ye Cheng released Qin Zhiqiu’s hand. “Miss Qin, thank you for before. Now, let’s discuss business.”

“Oh? Am I really so lacking in charm?” Qin Zhiqiu brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, her eyes full of allure.

“You’re quite charming,” Ye Cheng admitted—she was indeed beautiful. But he was not the sort to take advantage of someone’s plight, nor would he use saving Old Master Qin as an excuse to covet his daughter. “But I think discussing Old Master Qin’s condition is more important right now.”

“Yes, Zhiqiu, we should focus on our foster father’s situation first!” Qin Siyuan chimed in, for he had just asked Qin Zhiqiu to help, and Old Master Qin’s condition had worsened that very night—there was no more time to lose.

“Divine Healer, whatever you ask, we will agree, as long as you save my father! Even if marrying you is the price, I will have no complaints,” Qin Zhiqiu said solemnly, tears glimmering in her eyes.

As for marrying Ye Cheng, she was truly willing—ever since their first meeting, Qin Zhiqiu had fallen deeply in love with the Divine Healer.

“That won’t be necessary. I want a thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum root in exchange, and you must not reveal my identity,” Ye Cheng replied thoughtfully.

His mother’s illness had yet to improve, and he had long coveted the Qin family’s treasured thousand-year-old root, so he made this request.

“Agreed,” Qin Zhiqiu answered, her voice tinged with disappointment.

The three quickly made their way to the Qin residence.

With Qin Zhiqiu leading the way, no one dared stop Ye Cheng. Soon, they reached Old Master Qin’s bedside.

An elderly man with white hair lay there, eyes closed, his deeply wrinkled face bearing silent witness to the energy he had given to Yanxia over the years.

Ye Cheng had come to understand over time that, in the end, all of this was due to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor’s jealousy—Old Master Qin was just a tool. Even if Qin Zhiqiu hadn’t come to beg for his help, he would have intervened regardless.

Not for any other reason, but for the sake of Yanxia.

This time, Old Master Qin’s condition was not critical. Ye Cheng decided against using extreme acupuncture and instead opted for a gentler treatment, combining medicinal baths with massage.

Just as he was about to instruct someone to prepare the herbs and begin the treatment, a sharp voice interrupted him.

“Stop! Where did you find this country bumpkin of a doctor? You’d let him treat Father without fear for his life?”

Ye Cheng turned to see the eldest son of the Qin family, Old Master Qin’s cherished son, Qin Baoguo.

Old Master Qin had kept this beloved son abroad for many years, so it was natural he didn’t recognize Ye Cheng.

Before Qin Zhiqiu could protest, Qin Baoguo went on, “Sister, brother, I understand your desire to save Father. But I’ve already invited the miracle doctor from Peach Blossom Valley to treat him. We don’t need this nobody Ye Cheng. Tell him to stop at once!”

“Very well,” Ye Cheng withdrew his hand.

“Peach Blossom Valley?” Qin Zhiqiu couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, Peach Blossom Valley. It was no easy feat, but I’ve invited Vice Master Li Wuwei himself. I’m certain he can save Father!” Qin Baoguo announced with pride.

“Very well. Then let’s wait for the Vice Master of Peach Blossom Valley,” Qin Zhiqiu and Qin Siyuan exchanged strange looks.

What a joke! Who didn’t know that the Divine Healer was the true master of Peach Blossom Valley?

To invite the vice master to perform before the real master—how utterly ridiculous.

Sure enough, as everyone expected, the moment Li Wuwei arrived and saw Ye Cheng, he immediately fell to his knees. “Master, what brings you here? Li Wuwei pays his respects!”

Qin Baoguo was struck dumb with shock.