Gu Yan checked the time; it was seven o'clock.

With a probe of his divine sense, Gu Yan discovered that there were three more feed insects in the insect-raising space than yesterday. Gu Yan had also put the few small white insects aside, and there were now more than a dozen of them.

Then he looked at the Soul-Summoning Banner, which now contained only one soul. Although it was still transparent, Gu Yan felt that its aura was at least six or seven times stronger than before. He wondered how powerful it would be if he released it.

Never mind, we don't need this thing now. Is it dangerous in the city?

Then Gu Yan opened his phone and looked at the website that Dong Cheng had given him yesterday.

The first post I saw was from a woman named Xue Qiaoqiao.

"My father is seriously ill. If anyone can save his life, I will offer 50 million dragon coins as a reward." Gu Yan's heart skipped a beat after reading this. What a coincidence! Someone's offering a pillow.

Then I thought about his Body Tempering Pill; it should be able to cure any illness, right? After all, the reason people get sick and experience symptoms is because their bodies aren't strong enough. If you strengthen your body, how can you get sick?

I checked the contact information, but then I felt that my current image wasn't convincing enough to fool people—no, it was more like I wasn't trustworthy enough.

So he got up and ate the fried egg that Wan Qing had lovingly prepared for him, and then went downstairs.

I bought a bunch of odds and ends, went to a secluded corner, secretly changed my clothes, and put some stuff on my face.

I walked over to a pool and looked at him. He looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with gray hair, a beard glued to his face, and some old-age makeup.

"Now people should be able to believe it, right?" Gu Yan muttered to himself.

He then picked up his phone and made the call.

"Hey." The voice was melodious and clear, like the song of a lark, which made people's imaginations run wild.

"Hello, is this Ms. Xue? I am a doctor. I saw your post seeking medical help online, so I wanted to try my best to do something to help your father's illness."

"Okay, then come over." Xue Qiaoqiao gave Gu Yan an address and hung up the phone.

Then Gu Yan's heart skipped a beat after reading it, because this place was the center of J Province.

They would give them a villa area, and tens of millions would be considered cheap.

No wonder she could charge a staggering 50 million for medical treatment; she must be quite wealthy.

Gu Yan could tell from her voice alone that she was definitely a beauty. And the kind that was impeccable.

He straightened his clothes, took a taxi, and went there. To his surprise, when he arrived, he found a large number of people, at least dozens, all of whom were old men in their fifties or sixties, just like him.

Gu Yan was speechless. No wonder Xue Qiaoqiao wasn't very enthusiastic when she called, but she didn't say anything either. He leaned over and listened to their conversation.

"Brother, have you heard? It's said that the head of the Xue family is dying." An old man stroked his beard and said.

"??? Everyone knows that, what are you doing here?" someone replied.

"Miss Xue had no other choice but to post her plea for medical help everywhere."

"I heard that the Xue family head's health has been deteriorating for the past three years, getting worse year by year, and recently all kinds of instruments have stopped working."

“Well, we’re just here to try our luck. What if it actually works out? Then we won’t have to worry about our descendants anymore!” an old man said, clapping his hands.

Gu Yan was even more speechless after listening to them talk.

It seems that everyone in this group is just taking a chance. Before long, ten more people were kicked out of the room by the bodyguards, each of them an elderly man in his fifties or sixties.

Then they slunk away, and immediately more than a dozen others rushed in before the door was closed.

Why is it like buying vegetables at a market? After a while, sure enough, these dozen or so quack doctors were also kicked out, cursing and swearing.

Only Gu Yan was left outside; it was almost eleven o'clock.

Seeing that no one else was trying their luck, he thought to himself that Gu Yan would probably be the last one, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

With a click, the door was opened by two bodyguards in black.

"Please," one of the voices said in an extremely cold tone.

However, Gu Yan didn't say anything. After all, anyone would be unhappy in that situation, and it would be considered good-tempered if he didn't beat you up and throw you out.

"Where's your first-aid kit? Why aren't you having any medical equipment?"

Then one of the bodyguards asked.

Then Gu Yan took out a jade bottle from his pocket.

"This is the elixir of life, capable of curing all diseases," Gu Yan said.

The bodyguard snorted coldly.

As Gu Yan walked, he looked around. The villa occupied at least several hundred square meters, and its furnishings were clearly high-end. It had three floors.

Then we went to the grand hall in the very center.

"Miss, this is the last one."

A bodyguard spoke to a woman.

"I understand, you can leave now." The woman's voice was eight parts disappointment and two parts exhaustion.

Where is your traditional Chinese medicine kit? Where are your medical equipment?

Then he looked at Gu Yan and asked the same question that the bodyguard had asked.

Seeing this woman's skin as white as snow, so delicate it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, her apricot-shaped face and peach-like cheeks, her delicate features and slender waist, she looked like a fairy descended from heaven, with long eyelashes, snow-white collarbones, large eyes, and a refined nose.

"Old sir?" Xue Qiaoqiao was somewhat annoyed that he not only didn't reply but was also staring at her body.

A bunch of quack doctors, and I never expected the last one to be just as mediocre, yet he dared to look at her with such lecherous eyes. You should know that in the entire J province, no one dares to look at you like that.

I mentally marked that old man with an X.

"Miss Xue, this is my medicine, which can cure all diseases." Gu Yan took out a jade bottle and shook it.

"What proof do you have?" Xue Qiaoqiao asked, staring intently at him.

“You just need to let me see the patient,” Gu Yan said.

"Let's go," Xue Qiaoqiao said calmly, and led her up the path.

Gu Yan admired the beautiful woman from behind. Her captivating back view, the clatter of her high heels, and her long, straight black ponytail confirmed that he hadn't been mistaken.

After going upstairs, I entered a room where a middle-aged man in his early forties was lying on the bed. His face was pale and his eye sockets were deeply sunken.

An elderly man, around sixty or seventy years old, was sitting nearby, along with two middle-aged men and a woman in her thirties, each accompanied by a young man or girl.

However, these ancient sayings were only skimmed over, including the old man, who should be a martial artist, much stronger than the one encountered in the Golden Triangle.

The ancient text focuses on the young woman, who is around thirty years old.

Wearing a light blue cheongsam, her slender figure, incredibly thin waist, two straight and shapely legs, and those two proud breasts outlined a voluptuous curve that was captivating. One could only stare intently, afraid of missing a single moment. And those eyes, like autumn waters, could steal the soul of ninety-nine percent of men at a glance.

Gu Yan glanced at this extremely beautiful and charming young woman and wanted to ravage her.