The night passed and the Ye family was still relatively safe. Ye Feng knew that the person would not easily show himself.
Now that the other side has taken control of Sun Muqing's life, they are certain that they cannot break this soul-controlling curse.
"Mu Qing! Don't worry, I will definitely cure you!"
Ye Feng made a phone call, hurriedly left the gate, and then drove straight away.
"Where are the pharmacies in Nanjiang? I need to find some rare and valuable medicinal herbs!" Ye Feng called Zhao Fu directly.
"Young Master Ye! There are many famous doctors in Nanjiang, but if we're talking about the most renowned family, it has to be the Chen family of Yuncheng!"
"The Chen family?" Ye Feng frowned slightly.
"That's right! The Chen family has been practicing medicine for generations, and their patriarch is the current Grandmaster of Nanjiang, Chen Shou'an!"
"This person is not only the most famous doctor in Nanjiang, but also the head of the Nanjiang Divine Doctor Sect!"
"The Chen family has all kinds of medicinal herbs, but ordinary people can't even get into their house! I think they must have what you're looking for there!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Feng was overjoyed: "Then I must go and meet this miraculous doctor!"
Ye Feng hung up the phone and sped off towards Yuncheng.
Yuncheng is nestled against the mountains, so many families in Yuncheng have made a living by cultivating medicinal herbs for generations. Long ago, there was a legend that there were ancient medical families in Yuncheng.
However, by now, those ancient medical families have long since disappeared, and only the Chen family has survived.
Some say that the Chen family is an ancient martial arts family, possessing the heritage of ancient martial arts clans, which is why they have been able to survive to this day.
But everyone in Nanjiang admired Chen Shou'an greatly, because Chen Shou'an was an upright man who hated evil.
Upon receiving Zhao Fu's address, Ye Feng went directly to a pharmacy with a distinctly Chinese architectural style.
"Shennong Hall? What arrogance!"
Looking at the plaque above, Ye Feng couldn't help but laugh. The Chen family must be quite capable to dare to use such a title.
The night breeze pushed open the door and entered. The pharmacy was very large and crowded with people. The entire pharmacy was filled with a strong aroma of herbs, and hundreds of kinds of medicinal herbs were displayed on the shelves not far away.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Don't you know you need to make an appointment to see a doctor at Shennong Hall?" A young man in his twenties stopped Ye Feng.
"I'm looking for Chen Shou'an!"
Upon hearing this, hundreds of people in the entire pharmacy turned around and looked at Ye Feng with strange eyes.
Soon, everyone burst into laughter: "Hey, are you running a fever?"
"Who is Doctor Chen?"
"Is it that you can just see them whenever you want?"
"So many wealthy families in Yuncheng are lining up but still can't get a glimpse of Doctor Chen. Have you taken the wrong medicine?"
"I think this kid is seriously ill!" Many people sneered at Ye Feng.
A mere boy who hasn't even grown his first hair walked in and said he wanted to see Master Chen Shou'an; he was practically blaspheming Master Chen's authority.
The commotion also caught the attention of a middle-aged man in the inner hall. The man looked Ye Feng up and down, frowned, and said, "This is Shennong Hall, the place for medical treatment!"
"My father doesn't see patients, so if you need anything, just come to me!"
The man was wearing glasses and looked to be around forty years old. He was also holding several silver needles in his hand.
On the hospital bed, an old man with gray hair was lying there. Ye Feng could tell at a glance that the old man had some hidden injuries.
Ye Feng didn't speak, but looked at Chen Huai'en, who held the needles with both hands and gently pressed his middle finger on the old man's back.
Immediately afterwards, two silver needles fell, their tips piercing deeply into the old man's back: "Pfft!"
The next second, the old man spat out a mouthful of dark, stagnant blood. The acupuncture was finished, and Chen Huaien helped the old man up.
"Elder Huang! The silver needles can be removed in half an hour. Once a week for forty-nine days, you will recover!"
"Also, I'll prescribe some medicine for you; take it for a few days!"
"Cough cough!" The old man coughed a few times, clasped his hands together, and thanked Chen Huaien.
"I fear my days are numbered! However, to have you personally treat me makes my trip worthwhile!"
"Grandma Huang, you're too kind! My father is busy and asked me to treat you personally. Don't worry, I will definitely cure your illness!" Chen Huaien said with a smile.
Ye Feng could tell at a glance that this man's medical skills were superb. Judging from the way he used the needles and his posture, he was using the Twelve Paths Pure Yang Needle Technique.
No wonder the Chen family is known as a renowned medical family in Nanjiang. This acupuncture technique was lost long ago, and only eight needles remain to be passed down.
As luck would have it, Ye Feng had already mastered the twelve needles technique to perfection.
"The Pure Yang Acupuncture Technique can treat internal injuries and promote blood circulation and regulate Qi. However, your internal injuries are extremely severe. If you continue to receive treatment in this way, it will only prolong your life!"
Just as the old man was about to leave, Ye Feng suddenly laughed. Upon hearing this, Chen Huaien was greatly surprised.
"Boy! How did you know I was using the Pure Yang Needle Technique?"
Night Wind did not answer, but instead waved his hand, and three golden needles, radiating a chilling aura, shot out and pierced the old man's chest.
Chen Huaien was shocked again. Even he wouldn't dare to use his internal energy to draw a needle from a distance like this. Who is this kid, a master from which school?
Before the old man could react, Ye Feng reached out and a burst of energy shot directly into his internal organs from his back.
"Pfft!" Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and the old man's aura changed once again.
The violent internal force almost made him lose his balance. The old man was horrified; he had just felt a surging internal force, like a vast ocean.
How old is this young man? His internal strength has probably already reached the Grandmaster level, right?
Then, Ye Feng pulled out the three golden needles, and saw that the needles had dimmed.
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