Villain: After Intercepting the Female Lead, the Protagonist Collapses C.193

Chapter 193: Young Master, My Cold Illness Has Flared Up Again

“Although it’s a bit troublesome, it’s still a piece of cake for me.” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. The inheritance he received from the ancient qi practitioner included not only martial arts cultivation techniques but also various complicated Taoist techniques, medical skills, and more.

“Please, little divine doctor, save me. I’m willing to pay any amount for your consultation…” The middle-aged man said with a trembling voice, his expression full of excitement.

His attitude towards Huang Xiaolong was even more respectful, almost ready to kneel in gratitude.bHe finally had a chance to save his life, and he would grasp it no matter what!

“I can treat you, but not here.” Huang Xiaolong shook his head and said. Treating a patient in a public place was obviously not appropriate; he needed a quiet environment.

“How about you come with me to Linjiang City later?” The middle-aged man asked nervously, fearing that Huang Xiaolong would refuse. He knew Huang Xiaolong was getting off at Linjiang City, as it was the final destination of the train.

“Okay, I don’t have anything else to do.” Huang Xiaolong shrugged and said. Since he had met the man and the man’s attitude was respectful, he was willing to help treat his illness.

“That’s great, thank you, little divine doctor.” Hearing Huang Xiaolong’s words, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. As long as the other party was willing to help, that was enough.

“Little divine doctor, are you here in Linjiang City to treat someone?” The middle-aged man asked curiously, starting to chat with Huang Xiaolong.

“No, I’m here to make a fortune.” Huang Xiaolong shook his head and said seriously. Although he only had an elementary school education, he believed that with his skills, he could make a name for himself in Linjiang City.

“May I ask the divine doctor’s name? I am Deng Wenchang.”

“I’m Huang Xiaolong.”

…

After chatting with Deng Wenchang for a while, the train soon arrived at the station.

Huang Xiaolong got off the train with Deng Wenchang. As for Deng Wenchang’s wife, he didn’t bother with her at all, focusing only on getting Huang Xiaolong to treat his illness.

“This is the big city. It truly is bustling…” After walking out of the train station and looking at the towering skyscrapers around, Huang Xiaolong was filled with emotion.

No wonder the young people from the village couldn’t get used to returning after coming out. His small mountain village couldn’t compare to Linjiang City at all.

If it were him, he would also choose to stay here and never return to that backward mountain village.

“Master Huang, is this your first time in Linjiang City?” Seeing Huang Xiaolong’s expression, Deng Wenchang frowned and asked curiously.

Through their conversation on the train, their relationship had become closer.

“Yes, it’s my first time in Linjiang City. The big city is really different from the small mountain village…” Huang Xiaolong looked around constantly, like a country bumpkin entering the Grand View Garden, his behavior comically unsophisticated.

People around stopped and watched Huang Xiaolong’s ridiculous appearance, pointing and whispering about him.

Huang Xiaolong ignored their strange looks, or rather, he was used to it.

Deng Wenchang, on the other hand, felt a bit embarrassed. He quickly said to Huang Xiaolong, “Master Huang, why don’t we go to my hotel first? I’ll arrange some lunch for you.”

“Sure, let’s go.” Huang Xiaolong nodded and agreed, following Deng Wenchang to a nearby Audi A6.

…

In Crouching Dragon Villa, in the study.

Jiang Che was reading a famous book when Ah Qing suddenly pushed the door open, carrying a pot of hot tea.

After approaching, Ah Qing placed the teapot on Jiang Che’s desk, poured him a cup of hot tea, and said in a soft voice, her face slightly flushed, “Young Master, have some tea.”

Jiang Che looked up at Ah Qing, his expression a bit strange, but he didn’t say much and took a sip of tea. Since his cultivation breakthrough, Jiang Che found that this little maid’s cold illness flared up more frequently.

Could it be a side effect of the cultivation breakthrough? But it shouldn’t be! The higher the cultivation, the less likely the cold illness should flare up, right?

Or was Ah Qing’s physique too special, different from others? After thinking for a long time without figuring out the reason, Jiang Che fell into contemplation.

“Young Master… The cold illness has flared up again…” Ah Qing pulled a chair and sat opposite Jiang Che, took off her small leather shoes, revealing her jade-like feet wrapped in white silk.

She bit her lower lip, her charming eyes seeming to overflow with water.

“It shouldn’t be, I just treated you yesterday.” Ah Qing’s words interrupted Jiang Che’s thoughts. He frowned at her, puzzled.

This physique was really troublesome! He had to give her blood circulation and stasis removal treatment every few days!

But fortunately, he was proficient in the “Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles,” a world-class art, so treating a small cold illness was a piece of cake.

“Since my cultivation improved, the cold illness flares up more frequently.” Ah Qing shook her head, her pretty face full of confusion. She didn’t understand why she had such a strange physique.

After all, she felt a bit guilty for disturbing Jiang Che every time. Little did she know that Jiang Che, being a benevolent doctor, was more than happy to help her with the treatment.

“Young Master, forget it, I’ll just endure it.” Ah Qing said shyly, trying to pull back her white-silk-covered feet, but Jiang Che stopped her. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

He said righteously, “Illness must be treated. You know, I’m a doctor, and I can’t stand to see you suffer!”

Jiang Che spoke nobly and began to give Ah Qing blood circulation and stasis removal treatment for her cold illness.

“Thank you, Young Master. You are so good to me.” Seeing Jiang Che tirelessly treating her, Ah Qing said gratefully.

She felt she owed her young master too much. As a maid, not only did she fail to take care of him, but she also needed his help with her treatment…

…

Jiang Che, feeling refreshed, went downstairs, lit a cigarette, and hummed a tune, his face looking content.

As he reached the living room, he saw Ah Long standing at the door. Jiang Che asked curiously, “Aren’t you supposed to be cultivating? Why are you here?”

Usually, his bodyguards would be cultivating in the nearby villa unless he summoned them.

“Young Master, Huang Xiaolong has arrived in Linjiang City. He went to the Junyue Hotel with the hotel’s owner, Deng Wenchang.” Ah Long said respectfully to Jiang Che. Without Jiang Che’s orders, he didn’t dare to go upstairs, so he had been waiting here for over an hour.

“So that’s it…” Jiang Che nodded in realization. Calculating the time, Huang Xiaolong should have arrived in Linjiang City by now.

As expected, he met Deng Wenchang, the first benefactor in his life. However, Jiang Che wasn’t interested in watching a bumpkin treat someone.

“What did the Zhao family say?” Seemingly remembering something, Jiang Che asked.

“Zhao Wuji has returned to Modu with his people. He said he would discuss it with the head of the Zhao family and give you a satisfactory answer.”

“Alright, you can go now.” Jiang Che waved his hand, dismissing Ah Long. The guy was becoming more reliable in handling things.

“Yes, Young Master.” Ah Long responded respectfully and left, returning to the nearby villa to continue cultivating.