Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Fang Yu left.

The foreign doctors and famous journalists from Yanjing swarmed in.

Chen Daotian entertained them one by one: "You interview me, interview... and those who want to learn from me, come to me... That kid is my disciple... That kid is my disciple!"

The reporters, not knowing much about medical skills, all rushed to interview him, creating a chaotic scene that completely blocked the road.

While Chen Daotian was enjoying the adulation—

"Chen Daotian!"

A shrill and loud voice rang out.

Chen Daotian's heart sank, and he looked in the direction of the voice, only to see Xu Zhaopei, hands on her hips, running towards him, her face full of anger.

"Sister-in-law?"

"Where is Fang Yu?!" Xu Zhaopei asked.

"Sister-in-law, Brother Yu had some urgent matter to attend to and has left already..." Chen Daotian earnestly replied.

"Hmph, I'll go find him."

As she finished speaking, the Chairman and staff of the Medical Association surrounded Xu Zhaopei.

"Dr. Xu, congratulations. After unanimous deliberation, the Medical Association has decided to present you with this year's Medal of Medical Honor," the Chairman said with a smile.

"For me?" Xu Zhaopei was stunned.

The Medal of Medical Honor was something all doctors dream of, symbolizing honor, status, and medical skill.

Xu Zhaopei wasn't in need of money. From her childhood, she was devoted to medical skill.

The Xu Family had no male heirs in her generation, and old Master Xu Liu had hoped she would diligently learn Martial Arts to continue the family business. Unfortunately, things had gone contrary to hopes. She really wanted to prove herself on such a platform, to show her path was correct.

So...

Hearing the Medal of Honor was to be awarded to her left her in great surprise.

"Yes, the committee has already decided, the Medal of Honor rightfully belongs to you!" the Chairman said, beaming.

Another staff member laughed and said, "Congratulations, get ready, we'll proceed with the award ceremony."

Xu Zhaopei had no choice but to let Chen Daotian go and followed the staff inside.

Seeing this scene.

Chen Daotian admiringly said, "Brother Yu really has great foresight... When will I ever be as clever as he is?"

…

Meanwhile,

Fang Yu, after receiving a message from Ye Xingkong, rushed back to the Ye Family.

Ye Family mansion.

In the hall, Ye Xingkong and others paced back and forth like ants on a hot pan.

From the second floor came the painful cries of Ye Wenjun.

"Is this bastard still fooling around outside? He hasn't even gotten back yet?" Ye Xingkong cursed.

"The son-in-law hasn't returned yet," the maid at the door said.

"Son of a bitch… Why did Grandpa have to set his marital arrangement with the Fang Family? This worthless kid takes no family responsibility at all!"

Ye Xingkong cursed while looking around, "Ye Xingchen, you better not be like him in the future, you should treat your wife properly."

"Uh... got it," Ye Xingchen was also speechless.

"This worthless kid is too irresponsible! When he gets back, I'll definitely give him a lecture!" Ye Xingkong fumed, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Just then, the maid at the door shouted:

"The son-in-law is back!"

Ye Xingchen immediately stood up and said, "Dad, I think you're absolutely right, you must give him a good telling off! Otherwise, my sister's happiness will be taken away by some wild flowers out there!"

"Watch me!"

Outside the hall.

As everyone was furious, Fang Yu swiftly walked in and asked, "What happened to Wenjun?"

Ye Xingkong quickly approached.

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

They all thought Ye Xingkong was about to scold Fang Yu—

But Ye Xingkong suddenly grasped Fang Yu's hands and smiled, "Ah, my dear nephew, you're finally back! Quick, go upstairs and check on Wenjun. Something seems very wrong with her cultivation! I can't figure it out!"

…

Everyone was speechless.

Fang Yu didn't waste time talking and hurried upstairs.

He pushed open a room door.

Inside.

"Son-in-law! It's not appropriate for a man to come in!" the maid exclaimed in surprise.

"Get out!"

When Fang Yu saw Ye Wenjun rolling on the bed, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

The maid hesitated, but still left the room.

"Lock the door, and if anyone dares come in, they're responsible for the consequences!"

His commanding tone scared the maid into immediately heading downstairs.

Ye Xingkong, hearing the serious tone in his voice, immediately ordered, "Hidden Dragon Guards, secure the mansion! No one is allowed near."

"Yes!"

Ye Xingchen also stood up, his expression solemn, watching the room door.

"Dad, Fang Yu possesses the Heavenly Communication Medical Skill, if even he can't solve it, nobody else can. Our worry is futile, let's go drink a couple."

"Indeed! Let's go."

The two turned and walked towards the dining room.

…

Fang Yu, with furrowed brows, calmly observed the changes in Ye Wenjun's body.

But...

Fang Yu harbored no improper thoughts.

"What exactly is going on?"

Fang Yu grabbed her wrist, pressed a finger down, and a surge of Primordial Qi startled him, "Primordial Qi?"

How could this be?

Shouldn't a cultivator start from being a Martial Artist? From the first layer of Martial Arts to the ninth, breaking and establishing Qi, gathering Qi, cultivating to achieve Primordial Qi, that makes a Yellow Rank cultivator!

But—

Primordial Qi was directly inside Ye Wenjun!

How could Fang Yu not be astonished!

"Could I have been wrong before?"

He thought Ye Wenjun had opened her Dantian and due to its special nature started high, at least at the Martial Arts Fifth Layer... but unexpectedly, Ye Wenjun directly cultivated Primordial Qi!

"Maybe, in this world, there truly are people who can start their cultivation directly from being a cultivator."

The urgency of the moment didn't allow further speculation.

That would have to wait for later.

"It turns out to be Primordial Qi, that scares me... I don't know if it's a joy or a sorrow..." Fang Yu's brows relaxed, "Wife, don't blame me, though it's indecent to look, after all, you are my lawful wife."

Ye Wenjun's expression was pained.

Her consciousness blurry.

"It hurts, hurts..."

Ye Wenjun's Dantian was in chaos!

"Uh..."

Fang Yu was startled.

Seeing Ye Wenjun's increasing pain, Fang Yu immediately raised his hand, a Golden Needle appeared.

"Taixuan Finger Technique! Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles!"

Swoosh!

A Golden Needle was inserted into Ye Wenjun's Danzhong acupoint!

This stab indeed had an effect, stabilizing her condition considerably.

Ye Wenjun fell backward.

Fang Yu caught her, lifted his hand to steady her, and stood firm.