Chapter 111: Are You Serious?

As Lin Yang applied the needles again, he forced the poisonous blood out of Qin Yiling’s pores. The process of expelling the toxic blood was quite painful, causing Qin Yiling to cry out in agony.

The entire treatment lasted about an hour, during which Qin Yiling had already fallen unconscious. Lin Yang withdrew all the silver needles, now all turned black, and he himself was somewhat exhausted, sweating profusely, with two-thirds of his vital energy in his dantian depleted.

Stepping out of the ward, Lin Yang said to Han Liqun, “In an hour, bring the medicine in. One-third should be taken orally, and the remaining two-thirds diluted with water for her to bathe in. This will completely cure the blood carbuncle and toxic rash.”

“Mr. Lin, you look a bit tired. Would you like to rest for a while?” Han Liqun asked.

Lin Yang nodded and went to the lounge to rest. After recovering about two-thirds of his vital energy, he returned to the room where Ji Min was.

As before, Lin Yang explained the treatment process to Ji Min and only began after receiving her consent. Once the treatment was complete, Lin Yang felt quite weak.

Stepping out of the ward, Murong Yun immediately supported him upon seeing his condition.

At that moment, Tang Daomin approached and asked, “Is she really cured?”

Lin Yang ignored Tang Daomin, but Han Liqun responded curtly, “Miss Qin Yiling has awakened, the toxic blood fully cleared, and all indicators have returned to normal. If you don’t believe it, you can ask Miss Qin yourself.”

Hearing this, Tang Daomin finally ceased his doubts.

“Mr. Lin… how exactly did you cure her? As far as I know, only the Medicine Sage can cure blood carbuncle and toxic rash. Are you perhaps the Medicine Sage’s disciple?” Tang Daomin inquired.

Lin Yang paid no mind to him and said to Murong Yun, “Drive me somewhere.”

Murong Yun helped Lin Yang leave the city hospital and drove him back to Imperial Splendor Court.

“Mr. Lin, today you saved me and the entire Murong family. I cannot thank you enough and will remember this kindness always. I will not fail you in the future,” Murong Yun said as she drove.

Lin Yang smiled, “Then I shall give myself to you.”

Murong Yun replied, “Just two intersections ahead is a hotel owned by the Murong family. Shall we go there directly? Although, judging by your current condition, are you sure you can?”

Lin Yang had only spoken half in jest, teasing Murong Yun. To his surprise, she was so straightforward that he was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

“Of course! Do I look like I’m joking? With all that you’ve done for me and the Murong family, giving yourself to me is the least I can ask,” Murong Yun said earnestly.

“I’m not the type to take advantage of someone’s misfortune,” Lin Yang said.

“But I am sincere and willing,” Murong Yun said firmly. She was never one to be coy. She harbored feelings for Lin Yang, and after today’s events, her fondness had blossomed into love. She no longer wished to hide it and decided to follow Lin Yang’s lead in expressing her feelings.

Lin Yang was taken aback, not expecting such directness at this moment. He was somewhat unprepared.

“I recall you once said that your marriage was not your own choice, that you couldn’t decide for yourself. If you truly become involved with me, how would you explain it?” he asked.

Lin Yang also held feelings for Murong Yun. Such a woman, blessed with both beauty and intelligence, would naturally inspire admiration in any man.

“This time, I want to decide for myself, follow my heart, and leave no regrets. Even if I cannot explain it later on, I’m willing to accept that,” Murong Yun said.

Hearing this, Lin Yang understood immediately.

While they spoke, Murong Yun had already driven to the hotel entrance.

“We’ve arrived,” Murong Yun said, glancing back.

Lin Yang looked out the window at the hotel’s grand entrance. He knew that if he got out and went inside with her, this woman whom so many men in Luocheng longed for would become his.

“Drive me back to Imperial Splendor Court,” Lin Yang said.

Murong Yun was surprised. After all she had said and having arrived at the hotel, Lin Yang’s refusal puzzled her.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she simply lacked the charm to sway him.

“Mr. Lin, you truly are a gentleman. Looks like my charm isn’t enough to move you,” Murong Yun said, her eyes darkening as she started the car and drove away from the hotel.

“Don’t misunderstand—I’m not a gentleman by nature. Today, I simply have the will but not the strength. For such an important matter, I want to be at my best and give it my all,” Lin Yang explained.

“Another day, at the right time, if you’re still willing, I will accompany you to the end.”

Treating Qin Yiling and Ji Min’s blood carbuncle and toxic rash had completely drained his vital energy. He was fatigued and weak.

Murong Yun couldn’t help but laugh softly at his words.

“Then it’s a promise,” she said.

After dropping Lin Yang off at Imperial Splendor Court, Murong Yun left.

Lin Yang returned home and quickly retrieved the herbal medicines he had collected to prepare a medicinal bath, aiding the recovery of his vital energy.

Once vital energy is fully depleted, recovery is slow. The most effective and rapid method is a medicinal bath.

At that moment, Deng Jinkui arrived.

“Mr. Lin, this is a century-old Dragon’s Saliva herb, along with some ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms. Though they’re not a hundred years old, I thought they might be useful to you, so I brought them along,” Deng Jinkui said respectfully, placing a wooden box before Lin Yang.

Lin Yang opened the box, glanced inside, and was quite pleased to see the century-old Dragon’s Saliva herb.

“You’ve gone to great expense,” Lin Yang said lightly.

“Mr. Lin, your words humble me. It was my oversight not to recognize your greatness sooner. Thank you for sparing me; I am deeply grateful,” Deng Jinkui replied.

“By the way, Mr. Lin, I noticed you don’t look well. Are you injured?”

“You have sharp eyes. Yes, I am injured, and it’s not a minor wound. Your timely delivery of these herbs is much appreciated,” Lin Yang nodded slightly, then lifted his eyelids, eyes sharp as he fixed Deng Jinkui with a piercing gaze.

“Are you considering taking advantage of this moment to strike me down? If you kill me, you can take these herbs back with you.”

Startled, Deng Jinkui was taken aback.

He knew Lin Yang’s current status: an honored guest of the Murong family, the life-saver of Director Cao, with miraculous medical skills that could heal the terminally ill. Lin Yang stood far beyond his reach, and he was not someone to be schemed against lightly.

Though Deng Jinkui was a top-tier expert of the eighth rank in Luocheng, he was insignificant in the wider province.

“Mr. Lin, I… I was merely asking out of concern, with no other intentions. Please don’t misunderstand. Now that I’ve delivered the herbs, I will take my leave. If you ever need my assistance, I will go through fire and water for you,” Deng Jinkui said earnestly before turning to leave, fearful of any misinterpretation.

“Stop,” Lin Yang called out.

Deng Jinkui’s heart tightened. He thought, “I’m doomed.” He regretted his loose tongue—his well-meaning question had only brought trouble upon himself.