Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Vice Sect Leader Yu Feiyu's master!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, which old physician present would dare to believe that such a young-looking man could be her master?

It is often said that "blue is made out of indigo but is more vivid than it." Yu Feiyu's medical talent had been widely recognized. Born with six-fingered orchid-like hands, she had become an unparalleled Eighth Level Physician by the mere age of thirty, an accomplishment that not even in the Valley of the Medicine God could surpass.
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Now, not yet thirty-five years old, she possessed the qualifications to strive for the Ninth Level.

To put it bluntly, the end of Yu Feiyu's journey might not be confined to the Ninth Level.

And yet, such a brilliant figure was willing to respectfully call this young man her master?

The old physicians couldn't help but flush with embarrassment, feeling as if their lifetimes had been lived in vain. They had just haughtily lectured others on their lack of medical knowledge, which now seemed like a joke.

How could someone who didn't understand medicine make Yu Feiyu obey them so loyally?

"Perhaps what she said is true."

If anyone seemed composed aside from the two stewards, it would be Zhong Chulan, though he too was consumed with shame.

If only he had let go of his pride at that time, by now, he, Zhong Chulan, might have been the one forming connections with them. Unfortunately, he missed the opportunity, and now Ye Feng was out of his league.

Yu Feiyu came in a hurry and left just as swiftly.

She had scarcely arrived before she disappeared from everyone's sight, yet she clearly understood Ye Feng's character. As a doctor, one couldn't afford the slightest negligence with patients, attending to serious matters meticulously.

One by one, two by one, three by one...

Following Yu Feiyu's departure, Ye Feng began examining the patients present one after another, a total of thirty-one patients all exhibiting the same symptoms. Such a large number of people had fallen ill, and yet somehow the situation had been kept tightly under wraps.

On the contrary, this was no small matter, but a truly serious one.

Ye Feng frowned deeply. Among worldly disasters, man-made wars undoubtedly ranked first, but natural calamities could be just as terrifying. The reason for the lockdown was self-evident—to avoid public panic.

The fear was that things weren't so simple!

Ye Feng regretted concentrating his attention solely on the Imperial Capital these past two days. He now approached a middle-aged man, who appeared to be in his forties or fifties, his furrowed brow indicating the pain he must have endured before falling unconscious.

"A blade!"

Ye Feng asked for a blade, his hand reaching back. The Vital Energy within all thirty-one patients had been eroded, now void of any breath or fluctuation, rendering it impossible to discern their levels of cultivation.

Intuitively, the middle-aged man in front of him had the highest level of cultivation.

Seeing Ye Feng's outstretched hand, Hong Qingyan was flabbergasted, quickly realizing what Ye Feng truly wanted, but she didn't have it!

At the Hong Family, she hadn't even killed a chicken, let alone have a blade to offer.

"My lord, here's mine."

Fortunately, Shentu Mo carried a short blade with him, which he promptly handed over.

"A fine blade!"

Ye Feng pinched the blade between two fingers, white heat rising from them. He quickly grasped the hilt and swiped it across the man's wrist.

At that swipe, the entire scene burst into exclamations.

Leaving aside Ye Feng's control of force, one could see from the middle-aged man's arm, an incision two centimeters in length from which not a single drop of blood flowed.

"Blood coagulated; no wonder those Western doctors said there was no saving them."

"What kind of Miasma is this that it can be so severe?"

"The Western doctors being powerless is one thing, but not only has the blood of these patients congealed, even their Qi is blocked. Do we have a way to deal with this?"

...

Setting aside the complexities, the most rudimentary principle of traditional medicine is to circulate Qi—essentially, through various means, to make a patient's Qi-Blood flow smoothly again, known as invigorating the circulation of Qi.

What left the old physicians at a loss was that their highly relied upon techniques of "look, listen, question, feel the pulse" were clearly ineffective, with all the patients in a near-death state.

Now that even the method of circulating Qi was unfeasible, what else could be done?

"Little Martial Uncle, the Miasma you mentioned might not be from this world."

A trace of seriousness appeared on the usually indifferent face of Long Nannan.

"Do you know its origin?"

This time, Ye Feng was the one shocked.

"I can't be sure, as I've never been to that place."

"Little Martial Uncle, if you could collect some of the Miasma for me, I'll ask my grandfather about it. He'll definitely know."

Long Nannan spoke earnestly through her heart's voice.

To others, including Ye Feng, it was merely Miasma, but Long Nannan had deeper concerns. If it was Ghost Qi from that place entering this world...

Then the situation could really become troublesome!

"Alright, I'll gather some later. How soon can you have the results?"

If they could ascertain the origin of the Miasma, they might soon find a way to neutralize it.

Apparently, the Sect Leader of the Divine Doctor Sect, who had rushed to the Central Region early in the morning with three Grand Elders and several stewards, was aiming for the same goal as Ye Feng.

"Very quickly."

Long Nannan responded seriously, though how quick that would be remained unclear.

There's strength in numbers, after all!

In less than ten minutes, Yu Feiyu returned with nine other individuals, one after another entering the large ward. At first glance, they were all young people, five men and four women, each with an excited expression on their faces.

The men's happiness was understandable, but what were the women so excited about?

"No, Little Martial Uncle, tell them to be careful around these people."

It seemed Long Nannan suddenly realized something, immediately communicating with Ye Feng through a voice transmission.

Be careful?

Ye Feng immediately shielded Hong Qingyan behind him, though as he scanned the area, none of the sick seemed to show any sign of activity.

"Anyone whose cultivation level hasn't reached that of a Great Grandmaster, get out!"

As soon as Ye Feng's command was heard, displeasure immediately surged among the crowd.

Some people had just come in, and now they were being asked to leave again? To put it bluntly, even if you were bossing around a dog, you still needed to give it time to catch its breath.

Not to mention!

These young people who had just arrived, those who met the few requirements, each one of them was a standout in their own right, each with their own temper.

"Who the hell are you to tell us to leave?"

One of the men in a yellow sportswear immediately retorted.

"Lan Qi, show some respect."

Zhong Chulan stepped forward with a stiff face. This man named Lan Qi was a disciple of one of his close friends and had learned quite a bit from him, so he was more or less considered as a half-disciple.

How could he allow him to continue to affront such an important figure!

"Uncle Zhong, I can't swallow this insult. If you want me to leave, that's fine, but you need to give me a reason?"

Being a person of the Imperial Capital, his temper was extremely stubborn, and he looked at Ye Feng with a cold sneer.

"You want a reason?"

"If my master tells you to leave, it's as if I am telling you to leave. Is that reason enough?"

Yu Feiyu spoke with her hands on her hips, her expression looking a little unnatural. For the sake of Ye Feng, she had steeled herself, putting her face in the line.

"Big Sister Yu!"

Lan Qi clenched his teeth as he looked at Yu Feiyu with a complex expression, then incredulously glanced at Ye Feng before finally hanging his head and walking out.

"Sect Leader Yu, we will remember this event," one of the remaining six men and women said as they followed Lan Qi out, including a man whose cultivation level had reached that of a Great Grandmaster.

Although Yu Feiyu hadn't addressed each of them individually, her words just now were equivalent to offending all those who left.

In the blink of an eye, the hospital room had emptied out quite a bit.

"Grandmaster, you had them come only to send them away again. What exactly is the purpose of this?" Aside from two ministers, the only elder left was the old physician in green standing before them, looking at Ye Feng with an incomprehensible expression.

"We'll have the answer very soon," Ye Feng turned and quietly looked toward a patient in the east corner of the room.

After Long Nannan spoke those words, Ye Feng had quietly unfolded his Power of Gratitude, closely monitoring each and every move of all the patients.

That woman had just moved her finger a bit.

What is she up to? Is she going to wake up on her own?

Ye Feng stayed silent, and although everyone was confused, no one spoke up. They all quietly watched the direction Ye Feng was looking, only to see Long Nannan's complexion quietly turning ugly.

Her cultivation level was actually much higher than Ye Feng's, and she had noticed it long ago.

Two minutes later, under the astonished gazes of everyone, the woman patient in the east corner of the room suddenly sat up straight.

"She's awake?" Shentu Mo asked, confused.

But something seemed off because the patient, a woman with her hair tied back, had a very vacant look in her eyes, and the purple on her face had not faded at all.

"Sister Yu, what's going on here?" The only remaining girl among the three young men and women couldn't help but swallow hard.

This scene was rather terrifying. Not every woman possessed the same kind of nerves and courage as Yu Feiyu.

"Don't be afraid!"

Honestly, even Yu Feiyu felt a bit frightened herself, considering the surrounding people all asleep.

But they were just regular people, right?

"Little Martial Uncle, no need to collect any more evidence, it's definitely it," sighed Long Nannan softly.

The world was about to change. As the disaster arrived, it also signified the birth of a new world.

Ye Feng nodded; he also had many questions, but he walked towards the woman who had gotten up, asking, "Do you want some water?"

Any patient lying down for a long time would feel thirsty and parched.

Quiet!

The woman seemed to have not heard a word, she didn't even glance at Ye Feng, but her nose twitched strangely as if she had smelled some unbeatable delicacy. She pounced toward Ye Feng in one leap.

Lie down!

Ye Feng swiftly pressed down on the top of the woman's head, putting her back to bed.

Rip! Rip!

The group soon saw the woman, still struggling, frantically tearing everything she could get her hands on.

"Little Martial Uncle, people tainted with Ghost Qi will revert to 'ordinary people.' The best way to deal with them is to chop off their heads," said Long Nannan, her voice unnervingly calm for a young girl.

No one could have anticipated such a ghastly statement coming from a little girl, but at the moment, no one cared about that either. The surrounding patients were beginning to stir one after another.

What in the world was going on? Was this some mutation?

"Tie them all up and hurry," Ye Feng commanded at once.

No sooner had he spoken than he cut a sheet into strips with one hand and quickly tied the woman's hands and feet.

Turn into ordinary people?

No matter how crazy ordinary people become, they are still ordinary in the end, and easier to manage.