Yang Feilong actually feared that Murong Haotian would refuse!
After all, Murong Qiuyue had saved his life, and he was a man who repaid kindness. Although according to the Murong family, he had already repaid the favor, Yang Feilong was the type who would go above and beyond. If you saved his life, how could he stand by when you were on the brink of death?
"Patriarch Murong, you would rather offend me than choose to trust a young man who is all talk and no action. I bid you farewell!" Doctor Liu's face turned red as he heard Murong Haotian agree to Yang Feilong's treatment. He felt extremely indignant.
Hearing Doctor Liu's words, Yang Feilong, who was about to enter the room, turned his head and looked at Doctor Liu coldly, "Do you dare to bet with me or not?"
"What are we betting on?" Doctor Liu asked Yang Feilong with a cold smile.
"If I save Miss Qiuyue, will you perform the disciple's ritual to me from now on?" Yang Feilong asked coldly, worried about further complications and annoyed by Doctor Liu.
"What if you can't save her?" Doctor Liu retorted coldly.
"If I can't save her, I will take my own life as atonement!!" Yang Feilong said disdainfully, "Do you dare?"
As soon as he said this, everyone present was shocked.
The other Murong family members had nothing to say. Although they had wanted to scold Yang Feilong earlier, offending Doctor Liu was no trivial matter. Who among martial artists didn't get injured? Minor injuries were fine, as the family had plenty of martial doctors, but severe injuries required skilled martial doctors. And this Doctor Liu was one of them!
They truly did not want to alienate Doctor Liu!
"Brother Yang, please don't!" Murong Qiufeng said repeatedly.
"Nephew Feilong, this... you should think carefully!" Murong Haotian had not expected Yang Feilong to be so resolute.
"How dare you..." Doctor Liu was clearly stunned by Yang Feilong's domineering attitude. If he lost, he would only have to see Yang Feilong perform the disciple's ritual, but if the other party lost, he would take his own life. Without considerable medical skill, no one would dare to say such a thing.
Could it be that this person truly believed himself to be a skilled divine doctor?
But to have medical skills surpassing his own at such a young age?
"I'm just asking if you dare. If you dare, we bet. If you don't, shut up!" Yang Feilong coldly reprimanded.
"What is there not to dare!" Doctor Liu gritted his teeth. "If you lose, I won't ask for your life. Just kowtow three times to me in apology!"
Yang Feilong sneered, "Kowtow in apology? If I lose, you can do whatever you wish!"
Murong Haotian wanted to mediate, but before he could speak, Yang Feilong said to him, "Uncle, I'm going to treat Qiuyue's injuries. Until I finish, no one should disturb me!"
Then, Yang Feilong stopped talking nonsense and quickly entered Murong Qiuyue's room, closing the door behind him.
Doctor Liu's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.
"Doctor Liu, I hope you can calm down. Our Murong family will definitely offer you sufficient compensation. Please forgive him. Feilong is just a young man, and young people can sometimes be arrogant and ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth," Murong Haotian said with a sigh.
He naturally hoped that Yang Feilong could cure his daughter, but he was not optimistic. As for Yang Feilong's claim that he had treated similar symptoms before, his daughter's condition was more severe. She had become critically ill in a short period, and healing her would be extremely difficult.
Doctor Liu remained silent. As a dignified two-star divine doctor, he had his pride.
To be honest, even powerful cultivators in the Nascent Soul realm treated him with utmost courtesy. Today, he had been looked down upon by a mere child. How could he not be angry? How could a few soft words from Murong Haotian quell the rage in his heart?
Seeing Doctor Liu's unpleasant expression, Murong Haotian felt incredibly frustrated. His daughter's life hung in the balance, and now he had offended Doctor Liu. This was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly, but always in battalions!
To change this situation, only Yang Feilong could save his daughter. But could he?
Murong Haotian had no confidence!
The other members of the Murong family also lacked confidence.
Because Murong Qiuyue's condition was truly dire!
...
It was truly dire!
Yang Feilong saw Murong Qiuyue lying on the bed, her breathing almost nonexistent. He felt a surge of anger. That damn Doctor Liu was truly delaying things!
"I was too angry just now and forgot to tell Patriarch Murong that treatment might require her to undress!" Yang Feilong looked at Murong Qiuyue, his expression fluctuating.
Should he go out and say it now?
Forget it, he'd probably be mocked to death by that Doctor Liu. If he delayed any longer, Murong Qiuyue would truly be beyond saving!
Although the Murong family had given her precious pills and herbs to sustain her life, her breathing was already faint, and she couldn't withstand any more delays.
"Forgive me!" Yang Feilong whispered, then began to undress Murong Qiuyue. Murong Qiuyue was beautiful, especially now, like a sleeping beauty. However, the occasional twitch of her brow indicated that even on the verge of death, she was in great pain. At this moment, Yang Feilong silently recited a mantra to calm himself down, suppressing any lingering lustful thoughts.
"Yang Feilong, you must succeed and save Miss Qiuyue quickly!" Yang Feilong scolded himself a few times.
Then, he began to calmly administer acupuncture!
The Netherworld Life-Seizing Needle could reclaim Murong Qiuyue's life force, or rather, stimulate her life force!
Soon, Yang Feilong took out the silver needles and began to insert them. The Netherworld Life-Seizing Needle had been cultivated to the third level of perfection. Coupled with his cultivation breaking through to the Innate realm, Murong Qiuyue's seemingly incurable body was not so difficult for Yang Feilong to handle!
If anyone were present, they would be greatly shocked by Yang Feilong's dazzling and profound needlework!
As time passed, the acupuncture was completed.
And Murong Qiuyue, who had been severely injured, unconscious, and on the verge of death, slowly awoke.
"Am I dead?" Murong Qiuyue opened her eyes, but the next moment, she saw Yang Feilong. Her eyes couldn't help but close, then open again. She looked at Yang Feilong with confusion, "Are you dead too?"
Hearing Murong Qiuyue's words, Yang Feilong almost choked. He looked at Murong Qiuyue with annoyance, "With me here, you'd be lucky to die!"
"Uh." Murong Qiuyue was stunned for a moment, then asked in bewilderment, "You saved me?"
"If not me, then who?" Yang Feilong rolled his eyes.
"Thank you... you, ah!" The next moment, Murong Qiuyue saw something. Her upper body was completely bare. Oh, no, there were dense silver needles on it.
Her face turned red, filled with anger and indignation!
"Why am I not wearing clothes? Get out quickly!" Murong Qiuyue exclaimed in a low voice.
"Please, I am treating your injury," Yang Feilong said honestly, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Ah, treating my injury?" It was only then that Murong Qiuyue realized what was happening. But with most of her body exposed to Yang Feilong's gaze, she felt so ashamed that she turned her head away.
Yang Feilong regretted not having acupunctured Murong Qiuyue's sleep point earlier, otherwise, such an awkward situation would not have arisen.