During this time, Nie Chenyuan tried to interject several times, but was ignored by Nie Songping and Qingyun. Looking at Qingyun's slightly arrogant profile with her chin raised, he couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused.

When the group returned to the Nie family home, Qingyun immediately wrote down a prescription without saying a word and had someone prepare the medicinal herbs and bath tub.

Medicinal baths are not uncommon in the ancient martial arts world, and even each aristocratic family has its own treasured prescriptions. The original owner seemed to have some knowledge of this, and had some basic medicinal properties in her memory.

Qingyun combined her knowledge of pharmacology with that of her original world to create this formula.

After giving the prescription, Qingyun asked to take a bath and change his clothes. Firstly, he had severe mysophobia and couldn't bear it; secondly, he wanted to give the Nie family time to study the prescription.

When Qingyun came out, Nie Chenyuan was already sitting in the bathtub with a helpless expression, and the heating device under the bathtub was turned on.

Qingyun glanced at Nie Songping and the row of bodyguards standing behind him, knowing that the safety of her prescription had been verified.

He nodded to Nie Songping and said, "Let's begin."

The two people standing next to them raised their hands to pour a basket of medicinal herbs into the bathtub.

"I'll do it." Qingyun reached out to stop her, took the herbs, observed the water temperature, and slowly put the herbs in one by one.

In the original world, Qingyun was physically disabled and had been seriously ill since childhood, an illness that lasted for ten thousand years. Long illness makes one a skilled doctor; whether it was concocting medicine or treating diseases, he was considered an expert.

"You can do this too?"

Nie Chenyuan endured the burning sensation of the medicine and raised an eyebrow to ask.

Qingyun didn't want to pay him any attention and just silently placed the medicinal herbs. Little did she know that her youthful face, with this expression, looked so serious it was almost adorable.

Nie Chenyuan chuckled softly, his laughter low and tinged with amusement. This kid was interesting; his displeasure was so openly displayed on his face, without the slightest pretense.

Nie Songping had someone write down the time and type of medicinal herbs that Qingyun had placed.

He naturally dared not entrust his grandson's safety entirely to Qingyun; the young man's motives for approaching the Nie family were unclear. He would keep the prescription if it proved useful, but not Qingyun. He would simply give her some reward and send her on her way.

Seeing the Nie family's actions, Qingyun's lips curled into a slightly sarcastic smile.

Not to mention that he doesn't add the herbs based on timing, but rather on the heat. This prescription is just a facade; it only uses some extremely basic herbs and can't cure Nie Chenyuan's meridians at all, it only serves a protective function.

The one who can truly save Nie Chenyuan is him.

After adding the medicinal herbs, Qingyun didn't stop. He carefully rolled up the sleeve of one arm, put his hand into the medicinal bath, and placed his five fingers on Nie Chenyuan's back.

Seeing that he was making a move, the bodyguards around him all came over.

"What? Haven't you had enough yet?" Nie Chenyuan teased. Just as he was about to turn around to look at him, a powerful and domineering force unexpectedly entered his body, boldly carving out and expanding his meridians that had been stagnant for ten years.