My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 592: 592

Yang Qi didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until the bloodstains seeping onto the needle turned red. He then withdrew the needle and disinfected the area, all in one fluid motion.

By then, Chairman Tong’s complexion had already improved significantly.

"Go on, try circulating your Inner Strength," Yang Qi said.

Chairman Tong nodded. As he circulated his Inner Strength, he was overjoyed. The poison had made his Inner Strength sluggish and impossible to circulate, but now, the problem was completely gone.

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"It’s nothing, just a simple detoxification. A trivial trick," Yang Qi said nonchalantly. "Seeing how pleased you are, Chairman Tong, why don’t I solve the problem at its root? Do you know what caused your poisoning in the first place?"

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"Then let me ask it another way. Before someone in your family passed away, did you bring any new items home? That includes antiques, furniture, and so on," Yang Qi asked.

"Yes! As a matter of fact, I did!" Chairman Tong said to his men, "Go back immediately and bring me the painting hanging in the main hall—the one by Yuan Zhen from the Qing Dynasty."

"I’m no Divine Doctor," Yang Qi said, glancing coolly at Zhang Biao. "Someone was just insisting I was a swindler."

Zhang Biao looked mortified. "Chairman Tong, do you really feel better? It isn’t just an illusion, is it? Can a few needles really cure your illness? Isn’t this some kind of trick?"

"Zhang, do you take me for a fool? Don’t you think I’d know whether I’m well or not?" Chairman Tong glared fiercely at Zhang Biao before turning quickly to Yang Qi. "I don’t know how I should address you, Divine Doctor. I must visit you another day to express my gratitude properly."

"Yang Qi," he replied plainly.

"Yang Qi! Could you be the same Yang Qi who won the Elixir Medicine Conference and thoroughly humbled the Hanfang Association?" Chairman Tong exclaimed in surprise.

Although he hadn’t attended the Elixir Medicine Conference, he had heard about it and had even considered collaborating with Yang Qi. He never expected to meet him here today.

"Just a minor achievement, not worth mentioning," Yang Qi said with a wave of his hand.

"Divine Doctor Yang, you mustn’t be so modest. Your acupuncture skills alone are a testament to your mastery of alchemy. I’ve truly been blind. I almost offended you. Right, the consultation fee! I haven’t paid you yet," Chairman Tong said excitedly.

"You can give what you see fit," Yang Qi said calmly. "My main reason for being here was to get back the money owed to my brother, Liao."

"How about this? You saved my life, and I have nothing to properly thank you with. I assume you don’t lack for money, so let me gift you a hundred-year-old medicinal herb," Chairman Tong suggested after a moment’s thought.

"Alright, I accept," Yang Qi nodded, feeling a flicker of delight. To refine a high-quality Body Tempering Pill, medicinal herbs over a hundred years old are indispensable. The Body Tempering Pills from the Qi Refining Stage were pseudo-elixirs at best, not true elixirs. What I’m going to make now is the real thing.

Chairman Tong quickly called the men who were retrieving the painting and told them to bring the hundred-year-old medicinal herb as well.

Seeing Chairman Tong treating Yang Qi with such reverence, the onlookers were stunned. Just moments ago, they had been following Zhang Biao’s lead, harassing Yang Qi and even telling him to get lost. This was a brutal slap in the face. Worse, now that they had offended a Divine Doctor like Yang Qi, they would probably never be able to hire him if they needed him in the future.

Liao Fusheng was also in a state of shock. He knew Yang Qi was the boss of the Star Shining Society, but he had no idea he was also a genuine Divine Doctor. This was a complete surprise. What on earth has Yang Qi been through all these years? How did his medical skills become so superb? It’s unbelievable.

Just a moment ago, many people might have disbelieved Yang Qi’s medical skills. But now that he had cured Chairman Tong right before their eyes, they had no choice but to believe, because there was no way Chairman Tong would be in cahoots with Yang Qi.

"I, Tong Shan, hold some status here in Sea City. Divine Doctor Yang, if you have any business here, please don’t hesitate to find me. I will certainly not refuse." Tong Shan understood perfectly. Befriending a Divine Doctor was like gaining a new lease on life; it was absolutely crucial.

"Then I thank you in advance, Chairman Tong," Yang Qi smiled, chatting casually with Tong Shan.

Zhang Biao looked incredibly awkward. He had been plotting revenge after Yang Qi broke his arm, but now he was at a complete loss. Yang Qi and Chairman Tong had become so friendly. If he caused trouble for Yang Qi, wouldn’t he be offending Chairman Tong? In Sea City, offending Chairman Tong was terrible for business. He was nothing compared to Chairman Tong.

The surrounding people were equally embarrassed. Most of them had come for Chairman Tong, but they had all ended up offending Yang Qi instead. Now, seeing Chairman Tong’s attitude towards him, they wished they could turn back time.

Just then, Chairman Tong’s men returned with the painting. It was indeed a painting by Yuan Zhen from the Qing Dynasty. Since Yuan Zhen wasn’t a major painter, it wasn’t particularly famous or expensive, but because the artist himself was well-known, his works still fetched a decent price.

Of course, Yang Qi’s focus when looking at the painting was different from the others. "It appears I was right. This painting has a faint fragrance. You might not think it’s unusual, but I can identify it. It’s a poison called Qingning, which vaporizes easily. If it’s left hanging for a long time, the poison accumulates in the surrounding air. It gathers and doesn’t dissipate. Over time, you get poisoned."

Yang Qi turned to Tong Shan. "Chairman Tong, I won’t ask who gave you this painting; that’s your problem to solve. Any modern equipment can detect the poison on it. I trust you can handle this."

"Divine Doctor Yang, thank you for saving my life," Tong Shan said, a glint of killing aura in his eyes. It seemed he already knew who was trying to kill him.

"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and help Fusheng get things in order! Today’s opening ceremony needs to be a lively affair!" Tong Shan ordered his subordinates. "Also, call my eldest son. Tell him to come over with everyone from the Chamber of Commerce to celebrate, too. We can’t have this place looking so dreary. From now on, Fusheng is a friend of mine, Tong Shan. Let’s see who dares to disrespect him!"

"Yes, sir!" a subordinate immediately replied, rushing off to make the call.

Liao Fusheng was immensely grateful, but his deepest gratitude was for Yang Qi. He knew this was all thanks to Yang Qi’s help. If Yang Qi hadn’t healed Tong Shan—and by extension, saved his entire family—Tong Shan would never have been this generous. That old man was normally quite cheap. He was only acting this way because of Yang Qi.

Zhang Biao sidled over, grinning sheepishly. "Ahem, Divine Doctor Yang... we go way back, right? You see this arm of mine... could you take a look?"

Yang Qi scoffed. "I’m no Divine Doctor. I’m just a swindler, remember?"

Zhang Biao’s face stiffened with embarrassment.

"Zhang Biao, how can you be so shameless?" Liao Fusheng sneered. "Just a minute ago you were calling my brother a swindler and trying to chase him away. Now you’re asking him to treat your arm? If I were you, I wouldn’t have the face to even ask."