MD 791 to 800

 Miracle Doctor Chapter 791

Zhang Jiuling and Nie Xueliang conceded one after another, and everyone instinctively turned their gaze to Li Chunfeng.

Would this master of traditional Chinese medicine also concede voluntarily?

If so, it would be rather dull.

After all, everyone was eager to witness a showdown between the master and Ye Qiu.

“Li Chunfeng, I suggest you don’t waste time and just concede!” Xu Liu said, barely able to contain his eagerness to compete with Ye Qiu.

Li Chunfeng replied, “I won’t concede voluntarily. This round, I’ll compete with young Ye.”

At this, the audience buzzed with excitement.

Li Chunfeng began, “The title of Medical Sage is not merely a name, but a supreme honour.”

“Such honour demands true merit to convince the masses.”

“Ye Qiu’s acupuncture and bone-setting techniques are evident to all.”

“This round, I wish to challenge young Ye in my strongest field.”

“They call me a master of pharmacology. Young Ye, how about we compete in pharmacology this round?”

Ye Qiu smiled, “Elder Li, you’re the senior. I’ll follow your lead.”

“Very well, this round we’ll compete in pharmacology.”

Li Chunfeng raised his hand, signalling to the staff below.

Then, twenty staff members brought up twenty trays onto the stage.

The trays were filled with an assortment of medicinal herbs.

Li Chunfeng explained, “Each tray contains fifty types of herbs.”

“Twenty trays make one thousand types of herbs.”

“Young Ye, this round we’ll compete in identifying herbs.”

“I should clarify, I don’t yet know what these herbs are, as they were arranged by old Zhang.”

“Our task now is to identify these herbs.”

“I’ll identify five hundred, and you’ll identify five hundred.”

“After identifying each herb, write its name on a slip of paper.”

“Old Zhang has a list of the herbs. After we finish, we’ll compare our answers to his list.”

“The one with fewer mistakes wins.”

“If neither of us makes a mistake, then it comes down to time.”

“The faster one wins.”

“One round decides the victor.”

“How does that sound?”

Before Ye Qiu could respond, the audience began murmuring:

“That’s what they’re competing on?”

“Isn’t that too simple?”

“Even an ordinary Chinese medicine practitioner should be able to identify those thousand herbs.”

“I suspect Elder Li is going easy.”

“I thought this would be exciting, but they’re testing something so basic. Boring.”

“What a waste of time. Identifying five hundred herbs, even at top speed, will take hours, right?”

“Elder Li must be bored out of his mind.”

“They should’ve just competed in treating patients. Then we could’ve seen Dr. Ye’s miraculous acupuncture again.”

The crowd was somewhat disappointed.

Ye Qiu felt the same, saying, “Elder Li, isn’t identifying herbs a bit too simple?”

Zhang Jiuling cautioned, “Young Ye, don’t be careless. This may seem simple, but winning will be very difficult.”

Is that so?

Ye Qiu glanced at Li Chunfeng.

Li Chunfeng smiled, “Young Ye, you’ll need to be careful this round.”

Ye Qiu asked, “Elder Li, shall you start first, or shall we begin together?”

Li Chunfeng said, “Let’s start together to save everyone’s time.”

“Alright,” Ye Qiu nodded in agreement.

“Host, please start the timer!”

As Li Chunfeng spoke, he began.

He picked up an herb, glanced at it, and wrote its name on a slip.

It took less than three seconds.

Then, he picked up the second herb, the third, the fourth, the fifth…

In under half an hour, Li Chunfeng had identified two hundred herbs.

Lightning fast.

The audience gasped in amazement.

“Good grief, Elder Li’s speed is unreal!”

“Dr. Ye’s only identified just over a hundred, right?”

“Looks like Dr. Ye’s going to lose this round!”

On stage.

Ye Qiu’s expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

Only now did he finally understand why Zhang Jiuling said this seemingly simple task was actually very difficult.

Because Li Chunfeng’s speed was simply too fast.

“A minute on stage reflects a decade of practice off stage. Elder Li is truly a master of pharmacology. Impressive,” Ye Qiu marvelled, focusing entirely on identifying herbs.

A while later.

The gap widened.

Li Chunfeng had identified three hundred herbs, while Ye Qiu had only reached two hundred. At this rate, Ye Qiu was certain to lose.

What to do?

Ye Qiu furrowed his brow.

He felt immense pressure.

“I must find a way to beat Elder Li, or the title of Medical Sage will slip away,” Ye Qiu thought to himself.

Nearby, the two masters of traditional Chinese medicine were also whispering.

Zhang Jiuling said, “This round is dangerous for young Ye.”

“Old Li’s still sharp as ever. It’s tough for young Ye to win,” Nie Xueliang sighed.

However, at that moment, Ye Qiu grabbed five herbs at once, glanced over them, and quickly recorded their names.

“Well, young Ye’s picking up speed.”

“It’s no use. Old Li’s ahead by over a hundred. Even if young Ye identifies five at a time, he can’t catch up.”

“Yeah, young Ye’s lost this one.”

“Not necessarily, unless young Ye can identify fifty herbs at once, but that’s impossible…”

Bang!

Before Nie Xueliang could finish, Ye Qiu suddenly slapped a tray, sending it crashing.

Instantly, fifty herbs scattered on the ground.

Ye Qiu swept his eyes over them and began recording their names, taking less than two minutes.

Then, Ye Qiu repeated this method, knocking over the remaining trays one by one.

A single glance.

And he recorded the herb names.

Ten minutes later.

Not only had he caught up to Li Chunfeng’s pace, but he surpassed him, quickly leaving Li Chunfeng behind.

Twenty minutes later.

Ye Qiu was the first to stop, taking fifty-five minutes.

He waited another five minutes before Li Chunfeng finished.

“Phew~”

Li Chunfeng let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled at Ye Qiu, “Young Ye, your speed is actually faster than mine. That surprised me. I just wonder about your accuracy?”

Nie Xueliang couldn’t wait, “Old Zhang, hurry up and show the herb list.”

Zhang Jiuling pulled a USB drive from his pocket, handed it to the staff to open on a computer, and projected it onto the big screen.

Then, Nie Xueliang began comparing Ye Qiu’s written herb names with the list on the screen.

“First one, correct.”

“Second one, correct.”

“Third one, correct.”

Fourth, fifth, sixth…

All correct!

Up to the four hundred and ninety-ninth, Ye Qiu hadn’t made a single mistake.

“The five hundredth—”

Nie Xueliang paused suddenly as he reached this point.

Miracle Doctor Chapter 792

The five hundredth…

Nie Xueliang paused at this point, his expression gravely serious.

The audience below grew tense.

“Did Dr. Ye make a mistake?”

“If Dr. Ye got the last herb wrong, that would be such a pity.”

“One mistake, and Dr. Ye might lose this competition.”

“I hope Dr. Ye wins.”

Countless spectators prayed silently.

Nie Xueliang said, “The five hundredth herb on the list is Polygonatum, and Ye Qiu’s answer is…”

He paused again.

What is it? Just say it, don’t keep us in suspense!

The audience’s hearts were in their throats.

Nie Xueliang glanced at the crowd and announced loudly, “Ye Qiu’s answer is also Polygonatum.”

“Congratulations, Ye Qiu.”

“He’s won this round!”

Ye Qiu took fifty-five minutes with no errors, meaning that even if Li Chunfeng got everything correct, his slower time by five minutes still meant he lost the competition.

Roar!

The audience erupted in cheers, their faces flushed with excitement.

“He won! Dr. Ye won!”

“Dr. Ye is incredible!”

“Congratulations, Dr. Ye, one step closer to becoming the Medical Sage!”

Despite losing, Li Chunfeng showed no trace of disappointment. He stepped forward, clasped Ye Qiu’s hand, and smiled, “Ye Qiu, congratulations.”

“Elder Li, thank you for letting me win,” Ye Qiu said humbly.

“Next, you’ll face Xu Liu,” Li Chunfeng reminded him. “Among the four of us, Xu Liu’s medical skills are the most refined. Be careful.”

“Understood,” Ye Qiu nodded.

Xu Liu said, “Ye Qiu, let’s get started.”

“This round, we’ll compete by treating patients.”

“Best of three rounds, starting with something simple.”

“Please, staff, bring the patients up.”

As Xu Liu finished, the staff brought two patients onto the stage.

“Both patients have a fever of thirty-nine degrees. Our task is to bring their fever down.”

“Treating a fever is child’s play for both of us, so let’s see who can do it faster.”

“Agreed?”

Ye Qiu nodded, gesturing politely, “Senior Xu, you first.”

Xu Liu didn’t hesitate. He approached one patient, placed a hand on their head, muttered briefly, and said, “Done.”

What?

Less than three seconds, and it’s done?

You’re joking, right?

The audience was incredulous.

The staff immediately measured the patient’s temperature: thirty-six point three degrees.

“Good heavens, it’s actually done?”

“Unbelievable!”

“Even top Western doctors couldn’t reduce a fever that quickly, could they?”

“How did he do it?”

“It feels like he didn’t even do anything!”

The audience was baffled.

Ye Qiu, however, saw through it, saying, “Senior Xu, your skills are impressive. To master Zhu You Shu, I’m in awe.”

Zhu You Shu, an ancient form of witchcraft, was later used by alchemists to heal and save lives, eventually evolving into a branch of Daoist medicine.

In simple terms, it involves using talismans or secret techniques to treat and heal.

Very mysterious.

Xu Liu was slightly surprised, asking Ye Qiu, “You know about Zhu You Shu?”

“Not only do I know it, I can use it,” Ye Qiu replied. He approached the other patient, pressed a finger to their forehead, and softly chanted a spell.

Three seconds later.

Ye Qiu said, “Done.”

The staff quickly measured the patient’s temperature: thirty-six point three degrees. The fever was gone.

The first round ended in a tie.

“Good grief, is this even medicine?”

“Why does it feel like they’re using magic?”

“That healing speed is insane!”

“They mentioned something called Zhu You Shu. What’s that?”

“Quick, look it up on Baidu!”

While some audience members searched for Zhu You Shu, Ye Qiu and Xu Liu had already begun the second round.

The second round was also about treating patients.

Both patients were blind.

“This round, we’ll cure their eyes and restore their sight.”

“Ye Qiu, you go first.”

Xu Liu added, “Remember, give it your all, or you’ll lose.”

“Alright,” Ye Qiu agreed and began treatment.

This time, he used the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate.

Ten minutes later, Ye Qiu finished, and the patient’s eyes were healed.

Xu Liu began his treatment.

Again, he used Zhu You Shu. He took out a piece of yellow paper, drew something on it through the air, then set the paper alight.

As the paper burned, a talisman appeared in the ashes.

Xu Liu sprinkled the ashes into a bowl of clear water, had the patient drink it in front of everyone, and waited quietly.

Fifteen minutes later, the patient’s eyes were healed.

Xu Liu lost this round, but it caused a stir among the audience.

“Is Xu Liu still using Zhu You Shu?”

“That’s incredible!”

“I never knew Chinese medicine could be so miraculous!”

Ye Qiu also noticed that Xu Liu’s mastery of Zhu You Shu was profound.

Could it be that during his ten years of seclusion in Laoshan, he was studying Zhu You Shu?

Just as Ye Qiu thought this, Xu Liu said, “Years ago, I met a master who taught me Zhu You Shu.”

“For these past years, I secluded myself in Laoshan, ignoring worldly affairs, to focus on studying Zhu You Shu.”

“Yet, I still lost to you.”

Ye Qiu replied, “Senior, you haven’t lost. The third round hasn’t started yet.”

Xu Liu waved his hand, and the staff brought a single patient onto the stage.

Everyone was puzzled, seeing only one patient.

“Aren’t they competing by treating patients? Why only one?”

Ye Qiu was equally curious.

Xu Liu said, “For the third round, I only arranged for one patient.”

“I won’t participate in treating this patient. Ye Qiu, you’ll do it.”

“To be honest, I can’t cure this patient’s illness.”

“If you can cure him, Ye Qiu, I’ll concede this round.”

Ye Qiu was stunned.

Xu Liu’s Zhu You Shu was so advanced, yet even he couldn’t cure this patient. What illness could it be?

Could it be…

Cancer?

Ye Qiu asked, “Senior, may I know what illness this patient has?”

Xu Liu replied, “With your medical skills, just take his pulse, and you’ll know.”

Ye Qiu approached the patient, grasped their wrist, and began checking the pulse.

Instantly, his brow twitched.

Ye Qiu continued feeling the pulse, and gradually, his expression grew solemn.

A while later.

Zhang Jiuling asked, “Young Ye, what illness does this patient have?”

Ye Qiu released the patient’s wrist and said, “It’s tuberculosis.”

Tuberculosis?

Zhang Jiuling, Li Chunfeng, and the others were puzzled. If it was just tuberculosis, Xu Liu’s skills should easily cure it. Why did he say he couldn’t?

Was there something more to it?

At that moment, Ye Qiu added two more words, “Advanced stage!”

Miracle Doctor Chapter 793

Advanced tuberculosis!

Upon hearing this, the faces of Zhang Jiuling and the others changed drastically.

Though not cancer, advanced tuberculosis was no different from it—a terminal illness.

“Isn’t Xu Liu setting him up? Who can cure advanced tuberculosis?”

“Ye Qiu was so close to claiming the title of Medical Sage, and Xu Liu does this? Isn’t he deliberately trying to stop Ye Qiu from becoming the Medical Sage?”

“Outrageous! Xu, you old dog, what’s your game?”

Nie Xueliang pointed at Xu Liu and shouted, “If you don’t explain yourself today, we old folks won’t let you off!”

“Xu Liu, are you jealous of Ye Qiu, so you deliberately brought in a terminally ill patient for him to treat?” Li Chunfeng asked.

Zhang Jiuling, with a stern face, said, “Old Xu, what’s your intention?”

Xu Liu replied, “I’m doing this for Ye Qiu’s own good.”

Nonsense!

The audience below erupted in curses.

“Bringing a terminally ill patient for Dr. Ye to treat and claiming it’s for his good? Have you no shame?”

“This old man is utterly shameless.”

“He’s no better than Li Zhengxi.”

“To think the leader of the four great masters of Chinese medicine is such a despicable villain. What a disgrace to Chinese medicine!”

Some in the crowd even threw water bottles onto the stage.

Ye Qiu swiftly stepped in front of Xu Liu.

“Everyone, please calm down.”

Ye Qiu soothed the crowd, saying, “Senior Xu is a master of Chinese medicine. He would never deliberately make things difficult for me.”

“If Senior Xu says it’s for my good, then it must be for my good.”

“Please, everyone, settle down and let Senior Xu explain.”

Ye Qiu was also curious to know what Xu Liu was thinking.

Xu Liu pointed at Zhang Jiuling and the others, saying, “You old fools, look at this. Ye Qiu is decades younger than you, but his magnanimity surpasses every one of you. You’ve lived all these years for nothing.”

“If I were you, I’d bash my head in right here.”

“Judging a gentleman with the heart of a petty man.”

In front of everyone, Xu Liu mocked the other three masters without sparing their feelings.

Zhang Jiuling and the others looked grim.

Xu Liu then turned to Ye Qiu, “Young Ye, you’re a medical genius, truly remarkable.”

“But you have your shortcomings.”

“You’re too young, with too little experience. If you become the Medical Sage like this, it’ll be hard to convince others.”

“After all, Chinese medicine hasn’t seen a Medical Sage in three hundred years.”

“If you want to stand at the pinnacle of Chinese medicine, looking down on all others, you must do what ordinary people cannot.”

“To wear the crown, you must bear its weight.”

“I know advanced tuberculosis is no different from cancer—a terminal illness with no hope under normal circumstances.”

“But Ye Qiu, I have high hopes for you.”

“I’ve seen your competition with Li Zhengxi. I know you’ve mastered many lost medical techniques. I hope you can create a miracle.”

“A miracle in the history of human medicine!”

“If you can cure a terminal illness, then you’ll truly be the Medical Sage, earning the respect of many.”

“Because a Chinese medicine practitioner who can treat terminal illnesses is undoubtedly a great one!”

“Only a great practitioner can lead all Chinese medicine practitioners to restore the glory of Chinese medicine.”

“Young Ye, do you understand my meaning?”

Ye Qiu nodded slightly.

He understood Xu Liu’s intention: to demonstrate absolute strength in front of everyone and claim the title of Medical Sage.

This way, even if he was young and lacked experience, no one would dare oppose him.

Only then could all Chinese medicine practitioners follow his lead and heed his call.

Li Chunfeng said, “Xu Liu, I don’t deny your intentions are good, but curing a terminal illness? We can’t do it, so how could Ye Qiu?”

“Just because we can’t doesn’t mean Ye Qiu can’t,” Xu Liu said. “I believe in Ye Qiu.”

Nie Xueliang snorted, “What good is your belief?”

“I believe in Ye Qiu too,” Zhang Jiuling suddenly said.

Nie Xueliang was stunned. “Old Zhang, you…”

“I believe Ye Qiu can create a miracle,” Zhang Jiuling declared firmly.

In that moment, he recalled how Ye Qiu had extended General Bai’s life against all odds.

If Ye Qiu could defy fate to prolong life, perhaps he could also cure a terminal illness.

“Ye Qiu, will you treat this patient?” Li Chunfeng asked. “If you give up, no one will mock you. After all, we can’t cure terminal illnesses either.”

Ye Qiu shook his head, saying, “I won’t give up.”

“As a doctor, I can never say the word ‘give up.’”

“If I give up, I’m abandoning a living person.”

Ye Qiu finished speaking and carefully observed the patient.

The patient was in his fifties. Due to advanced tuberculosis, he was extremely emaciated, like a withered stick, all skin and bones.

His complexion was poor.

His hair was like dry grass, without any lustre.

“What’s your name?” Ye Qiu asked softly.

“Yang, Yang Dawei,” the patient replied weakly.

Ye Qiu instructed the staff to bring a chair onto the stage, saying, “Mr. Yang, please sit.”

“Thank you,” Yang Dawei sat down, his expression remarkably calm.

Ye Qiu noticed this detail and asked, “Mr. Yang, you know advanced tuberculosis is a terminal illness, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Yang Dawei nodded.

“Are you afraid of dying?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I have a terminal illness. It’s incurable. Being afraid of death is pointless,” Yang Dawei said. “Doctor, I’m not ashamed to admit, lately, I’ve been thinking about ending my life.”

“Firstly, the treatment is excruciating. Every hospital visit feels worse than death. Secondly, this illness is like cancer—it’s too expensive.”

“If I keep going with treatment, my son will have to sell his house.”

“My son graduated from a top university and works at a listed company, earning over three hundred thousand a year. He managed to buy a house in the city with a down payment, and life was decent enough.”

“But to pay for my treatment, he’s spent all his savings and taken on a lot of debt. If we continue, he’ll have to sell his house.”

“My son is very filial. He says he’ll do whatever it takes to cure me, but my illness is incurable. If we keep going, he’ll lose his home, and I’ll only be clinging to life for a little longer—pointless.”

“I really don’t want to burden him anymore. I want to die.”

As Yang Dawei spoke, he began to cry.

The atmosphere on stage grew heavy.

Ye Qiu’s heart ached.

As a doctor, he knew well that Yang Dawei’s thoughts were shared by many terminal patients: if it’s incurable, better to die early.

That way, they wouldn’t burden their families, or else it would end in both loss of life and money.

In that moment, a powerful resolve surged within Ye Qiu—to cure Yang Dawei.

Miracle Doctor Chapter 794

Ye Qiu desperately wanted to cure Yang Dawei.

First, to save Yang Dawei’s life.

Second, to win this round and claim the title of Medical Sage.

Third, because patients like Yang Dawei, afflicted with terminal illnesses, were often deeply pessimistic, believing treatment was hopeless and their days were numbered, either awaiting death or seeking it.

He wanted to cure Yang Dawei to give hope to other terminally ill patients.

Ye Qiu said to Yang Dawei, “I deeply understand your feelings, but please don’t be so pessimistic.”

“A terminal illness isn’t necessarily incurable; it’s just that doctors capable of treating it are rare.”

“Mr. Yang, let me try!”

Yang Dawei looked at Ye Qiu in astonishment.

“You want to treat me?”

Ye Qiu nodded solemnly, asking, “Mr. Yang, will you give me a chance?”

“I will,” Yang Dawei replied without hesitation, then added, “But I have a terminal illness. It’s incurable.”

“Mr. Yang, let me ask you, is a terminal illness a disease?”

“Of course it’s a disease.”

“Exactly. Since it’s a disease, there must be a way to treat it.”

Ye Qiu said, “Mr. Yang, from now on, don’t think about anything, and don’t move. I’m going to start your treatment.”

Yang Dawei nodded.

Truthfully, he held no hope.

In his fifty-plus years, he had never heard of anyone curing a terminal illness.

Besides, Ye Qiu was so young.

If Ye Qiu could truly cure a terminal illness, wouldn’t that make him a divine healer?

Ye Qiu took out a leather pouch, pulling out thirty-six golden needles, and began sterilising them one by one.

Seizing the moment, Ye Qiu instructed, “Staff, please display Mr. Yang’s medical report for everyone to see!”

The staff promptly projected Yang Dawei’s medical report onto the big screen.

A report from the Affiliated Hospital of Southern Medical University: advanced tuberculosis.

The audience whispered among themselves.

“It’s really advanced tuberculosis. Can Dr. Ye cure it?”

“Highly unlikely, it’s a terminal illness!”

“If Dr. Ye can cure it, that would be incredible!”

“I hope Dr. Ye succeeds. If he does, other terminally ill patients will have hope.”

“I don’t know why, but with better living conditions nowadays, more people seem to get terminal illnesses.”

Among the crowd, Xu Changjin’s beautiful eyes were fixed on Ye Qiu, unblinking.

She was both worried and full of anticipation.

“Dr. Ye, you can do it. I believe in you,” Xu Changjin prayed silently.

Three minutes later, the needles were sterilised.

Ye Qiu began the treatment.

He took seven golden needles, shook his hand, and swiftly inserted them into Yang Dawei’s right chest.

Then, he flicked the tail of one needle with his finger.

“Buzz!”

The needle trembled instantly, causing the other six to vibrate in unison, emitting a humming sound.

“Guiding qi through needles!”

“The Seven-Star Needle Technique!”

Zhang Jiuling and the others recognised the acupuncture method Ye Qiu was using.

Next, Ye Qiu took two seven-inch golden needles and inserted them into Yang Dawei’s temples on both sides.

He flicked again.

Buzz!

Both needles trembled simultaneously. One needle emitted a wisp of white mist, while the other released a wisp of black mist.

The black and white mists flowed, converging above Yang Dawei’s head to form a yin-yang taiji pattern.

This scene stunned the audience.

“What kind of acupuncture is this?”

“It even created a taiji diagram. It looks impressive.”

“It seems mysterious, but will it work?”

The masters of Chinese medicine were also whispering.

“Old Zhang, what needle technique is young Ye using?” Nie Xueliang asked.

Among them, Zhang Jiuling was the most skilled in acupuncture.

Zhang Jiuling’s eyes were glued to the taiji diagram, but before he could respond, Xu Liu said, “Heaven and earth divide into yin and yang; taiji gives rise to two forms. He’s using the Taiji Two Forms Needle Technique.”

“In terminal illness patients at an advanced stage, the body’s yin and yang are imbalanced.”

“Young Ye is addressing the patient’s yin-yang imbalance.”

Though Ye Qiu was focused on treating, he could hear every word on stage clearly.

“Senior Xu, as expected of the leader of the four great masters, seeing through my intention at a glance.”

Ye Qiu marvelled inwardly, refocused, and continued the treatment.

Yang Dawei’s condition was critical—advanced tuberculosis, with his body’s functions failing and little time left.

Ye Qiu grabbed(width: 600px; height: 800px; object-fit: cover; object-position: center center) Ye Qiu grabbed two more golden needles and struck with lightning speed.

Three minutes passed.

Golden needles were inserted into several key points on Yang Dawei’s body—his heart, neck, back of the head, and abdomen.

Soon, all thirty-six golden needles were placed, distributed across thirty-six major acupoints on Yang Dawei’s body.

Each needle was trembling.

Five minutes later, Ye Qiu flicked one needle lightly with his finger.

“Ding!”

Instantly, all the needles stopped trembling.

Ye Qiu grasped Yang Dawei’s wrist, checking his pulse.

His brow furrowed.

Then, Ye Qiu discreetly drew two talismans and infused them into Yang Dawei’s body.

After completing this, he removed all thirty-six golden needles from Yang Dawei’s body.

Ye Qiu began inserting needles again.

He placed another thirty-six golden needles.

After finishing, he flicked one needle, causing it to tremble.

The other needles remained still.

Ye Qiu proceeded to flick the second needle, the third, the fourth…

He flicked each of the thirty-six needles in turn.

The first time, the thirty-six needles inserted into Yang Dawei’s body used the technique of guiding qi through needles.

This time, by flicking each needle individually, Ye Qiu was injecting innate true qi through his fingers into the needles, which then channelled the innate qi into Yang Dawei’s acupoints.

Time ticked by, second by second.

In the blink of an eye, forty minutes had passed.

Ye Qiu had not yet finished the treatment, and everyone was on edge for him.

This was the first time on this stage that Ye Qiu had taken so long to treat a patient.

“Can Dr. Ye create a miracle?”

“It’s tough.”

“Advanced tuberculosis is a terminal illness—impossible to cure.”

“Actually, Dr. Ye could stop. No matter how he treats, the outcome won’t change.”

“Have you forgotten what Dr. Ye said? He’s a doctor and won’t easily give up on a patient’s life.”

“Dr. Ye is a good doctor, but how can a terminal illness be cured? Sigh…”

Another half hour passed.

By now, Ye Qiu had been treating for over an hour.

Ye Qiu removed the golden needles from Yang Dawei’s body and checked his pulse again.

After a moment, Ye Qiu turned to the four masters of Chinese medicine, a pale smile on his exhausted face, and said, “Seniors, I’ve succeeded!”

Miracle Doctor Chapter 795

Succeeded?

Upon hearing Ye Qiu’s words, the audience was first shocked, then incredulous.

“How could a terminal illness be cured?”

“Just a few needles, and he claims it’s cured? Only a fool would believe that.”

“Yeah, I’ve never heard of any doctor curing a terminal illness.”

“A classmate of mine had advanced tuberculosis, stayed in the hospital for ages, saw countless specialists, spent over a million, and died last week.”

“Curing advanced tuberculosis in less than two hours? That’s nonsense!”

“I used to idolise him, but he’s turned out to be like this.”

Amid the audience’s murmurs, in the front row of the VIP seats, a vice president of the Chinese Medicine Association asked, “Minister Qin, Ye Qiu says he succeeded. Do you believe him?”

Qin Gang, who had worked in the medical system for years, replied, “I’ve never heard of anyone curing advanced tuberculosis, but…” He glanced at Ye Qiu on stage and continued, “Judging by young Ye’s demeanour, he doesn’t seem to be lying.”

“Could he really have cured the patient?”

“If he has, then young Ye has created a miracle. The history of human medicine will be rewritten, and Chinese medicine will once again capture the world’s attention.”

On stage, Nie Xueliang approached Ye Qiu and asked, “Young Ye, have you really succeeded?”

“Yes…” Ye Qiu nodded.

As he spoke, Xu Liu brushed past him, grabbed Yang Dawei’s wrist, and closed his eyes to check his pulse.

After a moment, Xu Liu’s eyes snapped open, his face full of disbelief. “How is this possible?”

“Xu, you old dog, what’s wrong?” Nie Xueliang asked.

Xu Liu ignored him, gave Ye Qiu a deep look, and then burst into laughter.

“Xu, you old dog, have you gone mad?” Nie Xueliang cursed.

He stepped forward, grabbed Yang Dawei’s wrist, and checked his pulse.

Two minutes later, Nie Xueliang’s face mirrored the same shock. “How is this possible!”

“Old Nie, what’s going on?” Li Chunfeng asked urgently.

Nie Xueliang replied, “Ye Qiu has cured the tuberculosis. He’s healthier than a normal person now.”

Good heavens.

The audience gasped in amazement.

“Did Dr. Ye really cure it?”

“That’s incredible!”

Zhang Jiuling, beaming with joy, immediately said, “Staff, quickly take this patient for a full medical check-up.”

“Yes, sir.”

A staff member came on stage to escort Yang Dawei.

“Wait!” Ye Qiu stopped the staff and said, “Elder Zhang, I suggest we conduct the check-up right here.”

Zhang Jiuling looked troubled. “The patient needs multiple tests, and we don’t have the facilities here…”

“If there are no facilities, we can find a way,” Xu Liu interrupted. “A public check-up will be more convincing.”

Zhang Jiuling understood the logic, but a public check-up was logistically complex, requiring multiple doctors and equipment.

“Ye Qiu, are you sure about a public check-up?” Qin Gang stood up from the front row and asked.

“Yes,” Ye Qiu nodded firmly.

“I’ll handle it,” Qin Gang said, making a call to the senior management of the Affiliated Hospital of Southern Medical University.

Ten minutes later, several vehicles pulled up outside the stadium. Over twenty doctors in white coats disembarked, along with staff carrying equipment.

Seeing the setup, Yang Dawei grew anxious. “Dr. Ye, am I really cured?”

Ye Qiu smiled. “Once the test results come out, you can see for yourself.”

“Alright, thank you, Dr. Ye.”

Soon, the stage was filled with various medical instruments.

The staff began testing Yang Dawei—blood draws, imaging, and more.

The process proceeded methodically.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

An hour passed.

The tests still weren’t complete, and the audience grew restless.

“What’s taking so long? It’s still not done?”

“This is way too slow!”

“I just want to know if Dr. Ye really cured this advanced tuberculosis patient.”

“Elder Nie said he’s cured, so he must be.”

“Hearing is not believing; seeing is. I’ll only trust the test results.”

“Exactly, I only believe the test results.”

It wasn’t that they doubted Ye Qiu’s skills, but curing a terminal illness was so unthinkable that only test results could fully convince them.

The audience waited anxiously.

Another twenty minutes later, the tests finally concluded.

CCTV host Dong Si appeared on stage.

Just as everyone expected her to announce the results, Dong Si said, “Please be patient a little longer.”

“While the tests are done, the results will take another fifteen minutes.”

Ugh, more waiting!

Fifteen minutes later, Dong Si’s voice rang out, “Everyone, the test results are here.”

Instantly, the stadium fell silent, all eyes fixed on the stage.

Holding the report, Dong Si announced solemnly, “The expert professors from the Affiliated Hospital of Southern Medical University conducted a comprehensive examination of Mr. Yang. The latest diagnosis confirms that Mr. Yang’s body is fully recovered.”

As she spoke, the test results appeared on the big screen.

The crowd erupted in excitement.

“I can’t believe someone in this world can actually cure a terminal illness.”

“This is unreal. I still can’t believe it’s true!”

“Dr. Ye is incredible!”

The CCTV live stream was still running, and viewers online were equally shocked.

“No way, he really cured it?”

“Dr. Ye is practically a living Hua Tuo!”

“Dr. Ye is mighty, Chinese medicine is mighty!”

“Ye Qiu, forever a legend!”

One viewer’s comment sparked a flood, and soon the live stream was dominated by, “Ye Qiu, forever a legend!”

On stage, Yang Dawei bowed deeply to Ye Qiu, tears streaming down his face. “Dr. Ye, thank you. You’re my saviour. I don’t even know how to repay you…”

Yang Dawei was overwhelmed with emotion.

Ye Qiu patted his shoulder, smiling. “Saving lives is my duty. No need for thanks.”

“The greatest meaning of life is to live!”

“Live well from now on, for yourself and your family.”

“Yes,” Yang Dawei nodded firmly.

Xu Liu spoke up, “Ye Qiu, you’re remarkable.”

“I’m thoroughly convinced of my loss in this round.”

“After three hundred years, Chinese medicine finally has a Medical Sage, and a young one at that. The revival of Chinese medicine is within reach!”

Xu Liu shifted gears, asking, “Zhang Jiuling, when are you planning to hold the Medical Sage ceremony for Ye Qiu?”

Miracle Doctor Chapter 796

In an instant, everyone looked at Zhang Jiuling.

Zhang Jiuling said, “The Medical Saint Ceremony is a major event, requiring many guests to be invited and a selection of an auspicious day. My opinion is to hold it later. What do you think, Little Ye?”

Ye Qiu naturally had no objections and nodded, “Alright…”

Before he could finish.

Xu Liu said, “I say we don’t need to pick an auspicious day. Why not just do it today?”

“Minister Qin is here, and there are plenty of guests on site.”

“With so many spectators witnessing together, isn’t that a splendid thing?”

“Besides, if we hold it later, we’ll need to invite media reporters again, which is time-consuming and laborious. They’re all here today.”

“What do you all think?”

Nie Xue Liang said, “I think Old Dog Xu’s suggestion is good. Let’s do it today!”

Li Feng Chun also said, “I agree.”

Zhang Jiuling said, “Since you all think it’s feasible, let’s hold it today!”

“Old Li, Old Nie, let’s go prepare.”

“One hour from now, we’ll hold the Medical Saint Ceremony.”

Afterwards, Zhang Jiuling called Dong Si over, gave some instructions, and hurriedly left.

Once they were gone, Dong Si said, “Good day to all the guests and audience friends present.”

“After discussion among the four National Medical Masters, it has been decided that one hour from now, the Medical Saint Ceremony for Dr. Ye Qiu will be held here.”

“I suggest everyone stay and witness the birth of the first Medical Saint in three hundred years.”

“Let’s congratulate Dr. Ye together at that time.”

A wave of cheers erupted from the audience.

Dong Si continued, “For now, feel free to move about. The Medical Saint Ceremony will officially begin in one hour.”

With nothing to do for the moment, Ye Qiu returned to his seat.

But no sooner had he sat down than, before the guests could congratulate him, Xu Chang Jin approached.

“Ye Qiu Oppa, congratulations on becoming the Medical Saint,” Xu Chang Jin said with a sweet smile.

“Thank you,” Ye Qiu replied with a word of thanks.

“Ye Qiu Oppa, can you grant me a small request?”

“What request?”

Xu Chang Jin said, “Sign an autograph for me.”

Ye Qiu chuckled in disbelief, saying, “I’m not a celebrity. What’s the point of an autograph?”

“You may not be a celebrity, but in my heart, you’re more outstanding than any star. Ye Qiu Oppa, please sign for me, pretty please?” Xu Chang Jin began to act coy.

Ye Qiu had no choice but to pick up a pen and ask, “Where do I sign?”

“Here.”

Xu Chang Jin pointed to her white T-shirt, specifically near her heart.

Ye Qiu was speechless.

What was this girl up to?

Trying to flirt with me in public?

“Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?” Ye Qiu hesitated, as Minister Qin and other guests were watching.

“Ye Qiu Oppa, hurry up!” Xu Chang Jin urged.

With no other option, Ye Qiu signed his name on Xu Chang Jin’s shirt.

For some reason, his hand was trembling badly.

They were very close, and Xu Chang Jin could clearly feel his breath. Her ears turned red with shyness.

After signing, Xu Chang Jin said, “Ye Qiu Oppa, write one more line for me.”

“What line?”

“Chang Jin is the prettiest!”

Ye Qiu wrote that line on her shirt as well.

“Done, it’s signed,” Ye Qiu said, relieved.

At that moment, Xu Chang Jin stood on tiptoes and kissed Ye Qiu on the cheek.

Not far away, a reporter saw this and quickly snapped a photo.

“Ye Qiu Oppa, I like you,” Xu Chang Jin said before fleeing.

Ye Qiu touched his cheek and turned to see Minister Qin and the other guests looking at him with amused expressions.

“Well…”

Before Ye Qiu could explain, a group of university students swarmed over.

“Dr. Ye, you’re our idol! Can we take a photo with you?”

“Of course.”

…

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.

The Medical Saint Ceremony officially began.

The stage was covered with a red carpet.

The atmosphere was festive.

The four National Medical Masters and several vice presidents of the Chinese Medicine Association stood on stage.

After Zhang Jiuling delivered an opening speech, he invited Ye Qiu to the stage.

As Ye Qiu stepped onto the red carpet and reached the stage, the four National Medical Masters and the vice presidents of the Chinese Medicine Association all bowed to him in unison.

This startled Ye Qiu.

“Seniors, what are you…”

“Little Ye, from now on, all Chinese medicine practitioners in China will follow your command. Seeing you is like seeing a king, and we must pay our respects. This is a tradition passed down from our ancestors.”

After speaking, Zhang Jiuling invited Minister Qin to the stage to present Ye Qiu with the Medical Saint badge.

The badge was made of gold, round like a button, with the portrait of Medical Saint Zhang Zhongjing carved in the centre and the words “Medical Saint” engraved below.

Minister Qin pinned the badge on Ye Qiu’s chest and said, “Ye Qiu, congratulations.”

“Thank you, Minister Qin,” Ye Qiu replied politely.

Minister Qin continued, “Today is a special day, and an important figure has specially recorded a video to congratulate you.”

“Please look at the big screen.”

All eyes turned to the large screen.

Two seconds later, a familiar face appeared.

“My goodness, it’s Supreme Leader Tang!”

The crowd was stunned.

Even Zhang Jiuling and the others were shocked, not expecting this matter to have caught Elder Tang’s attention.

Seated at his desk, Elder Tang smiled kindly and said, “Ye Qiu, hello.”

“Hearing that you’ve become the first Medical Saint in Chinese medicine in three hundred years fills me with joy. Unfortunately, I’m tied up with official duties and cannot attend to congratulate you in person, which I deeply regret.”

“Being a Medical Saint is both an honour and a responsibility.”

“Ye Qiu, I hope that after receiving this honour, you remain humble and diligent, leading all Chinese medicine practitioners to save lives and restore the glory of Chinese medicine.”

“With limited time, I’ll keep it brief. Congratulations again.”

The video ended.

Thunderous applause filled the venue.

Though Ye Qiu appeared calm, he was deeply moved inside.

“Father, do you see? I’m the first Medical Saint in three hundred years, and the youngest. Your son hasn’t let you down.”

Beep beep beep—

At that moment, his phone suddenly rang.

Ye Qiu checked and saw it was an international call. He hung up immediately.

Beep beep beep…

The phone rang again with the same number.

Ye Qiu hung up again.

Beep beep beep…

The phone kept ringing.

Feeling something unusual, Ye Qiu said to Zhang Jiuling, “Elder Zhang, I need to take a call.”

He quickly stepped aside.

Ye Qiu answered, “Hello, this is…”

“Ye Qiu, it’s Qiyama Nange.”

Qiyama Nange said urgently, “Xiaoxue is in trouble.”

“She’s been taken by people from the Amaterasu Shrine.”

“Ye Qiu, come to Great East quickly to save her, or you’ll never see your child!”

Miracle Doctor Chapter 797

Hearing Qiyama Nange’s words, Ye Qiu was momentarily stunned and asked, “What did you just say? What child?”

Qiyama Nange replied, “Xiaoxue is pregnant with your child.”

Boom!

The news hit Ye Qiu like a thunderbolt, leaving his mind blank.

Lin Jingzhi had been with him so many times and never got pregnant, yet Qianshan Xue, after just one time, was expecting?

This…

It’s unscientific!

Qiyama Nange said, “The last time I went to China to find you, I actually wanted to tell you about this. Xiaoxue found out about my plans and called me, forbidding me from telling you.”

“If it weren’t for this emergency, you might never have known.”

“Ye Qiu, I had no choice but to call you.”

“The people from Amaterasu Shrine have taken Xiaoxue, and they’re also hunting me… They’re here.”

Qiyama Nange’s voice abruptly stopped.

Then, a burst of chaotic noise came through the phone, as if a fight was breaking out.

A few minutes later.

The noise ceased, and Ye Qiu urgently shouted, “Qiyama Nange, Qiyama Nange…”

There was no response from the other end.

A sinking feeling gripped Ye Qiu; he had a very bad premonition.

Sure enough.

Ten seconds later.

A strange male voice spoke, “You must be Ye Qiu, I presume?”

The man’s Chinese was halting, clearly spoken by someone from Great East.

“Where’s Qiyama Nange?” Ye Qiu countered.

“Don’t worry, Sect Leader Qiyama is merely unconscious,” the man said with a laugh.

“Who are you?” Ye Qiu knew Qiyama Nange’s skills; anyone capable of rendering her unconscious was no ordinary person.

“I am Yoshida Shūichi, High Priest of Amaterasu Shrine,” the man on the phone said.

Ye Qiu’s heart tightened.

Yoshida Shūichi had personally taken action, meaning the situation was even more troublesome than he’d imagined.

Yoshida Shūichi continued, “Oh, by the way, Ye Qiu, Qianshan Xue is also in my hands.”

“Let me tell you something interesting. When I went to Mizuki Sect to capture Qianshan Xue, I found a pregnancy test report in her room.”

“Who would’ve thought our Great East goddess would be two months pregnant? Tsk tsk tsk, I wonder who the father is?”

“Before I kill Qianshan Xue, I plan to announce her unwed pregnancy to the public, letting the people of Great East know that their so-called national goddess is, in private, nothing but a shameless woman, hahaha…”

Yoshida Shūichi laughed unrestrainedly.

On Ye Qiu’s end, his eyes brimmed with murderous intent as he coldly asked, “Yoshida Shūichi, what exactly do you want?”

Yoshida Shūichi said with a smile, “Ye Qiu, come to Great East. I’d like to borrow something from you.”

“What?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Your head!” Yoshida Shūichi’s tone suddenly turned sinister as he said, “My brother, Yoshida Chūji, died in China, and you and Qiyama Nange are the ones responsible. I’ll use your heads to honour my brother’s spirit.”

Some time ago.

When Qiyama Nange came to China, Yoshida Chūji led a group to assassinate her. Not only did they fail, but Ye Qiu ended up killing him.

Hearing Yoshida Shūichi’s words, Ye Qiu understood—he was seeking revenge for Yoshida Chūji.

Yoshida Shūichi said, “Ye Qiu, if you don’t come, I’ll kill Qianshan Xue and Qiyama Nange first, then go to China to find you.”

“To be honest, I’m a bit reluctant to kill them. After all, both Sect Leader Qiyama and Qianshan Xue are top-tier beauties.”

“Countless men in Great East would dream of getting close to them.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret: I’m a man, and I want that too.”

“I’ve decided, before I kill them, I’ll make sure to thoroughly enjoy them.”

“Especially Qianshan Xue, pregnant as she is, it should be quite thrilling, hahaha…”

Ye Qiu was furious, “Yoshida Shūichi, if you touch a single hair on Qianshan Xue, I’ll wipe out your entire clan.”

“Ye Qiu, I’ll be waiting for you at Amaterasu Shrine. You’d better come soon, or you’ll be greeting two corpses.”

With that, Yoshida Shūichi hung up.

Ye Qiu had just put his phone away when Zhang Jiuling approached, chuckling, “Little Ye, today is a big day for you becoming the Medical Saint. Say a few words to everyone; they’re all waiting… Little Ye, what’s wrong? You look awful.”

Ye Qiu turned, and Zhang Jiuling, seeing his grim expression, quickly asked, “Are you feeling unwell?”

“Elder Zhang, a friend of mine is in trouble. I need to go abroad immediately.”

Ye Qiu then walked to Minister Qin and said apologetically, “Minister Qin, I’m terribly sorry, but I’ve run into an urgent matter. It’s a matter of life and death, and I must leave now.”

“When I have time to visit the capital, I’ll personally apologise to you.”

Minister Qin knew Ye Qiu’s relationship with Elder Tang was significant—otherwise, Elder Tang wouldn’t have recorded a video to congratulate him on becoming the Medical Saint. He said, “Little Ye, go handle your urgent matter. Leave this to me.”

“Thank you, Minister Qin,” Ye Qiu said, then turned to Xu Liu and the vice presidents of the Chinese Medicine Association, “Seniors, please forgive me. Next time, I’ll treat you to drinks.”

With that, Ye Qiu hurriedly left the stage.

The audience below was in an uproar.

“Why is Dr. Ye leaving?”

“Not even a word—what happened?”

“What’s going on?”

Minister Qin stood on stage, took the microphone, and said, “Here’s the situation: a patient is in critical condition, and Ye Qiu has left to save them.”

“He asked me to apologise to everyone on his behalf.”

“Please understand.”

Immediately, the audience erupted in praise.

“Dr. Ye is truly a great doctor. Anyone else would’ve waited until the ceremony was over before leaving.”

“Not only is Dr. Ye’s medical skill exceptional, but his ethics are admirable.”

“A doctor like him is truly worthy of being the Medical Saint!”

“…”

Ye Qiu exited the stadium and got straight into the car.

Han Long had been waiting outside.

“Boss, what happened?”

Seeing Ye Qiu’s grim expression, Han Long knew something was wrong and asked immediately.

Ye Qiu got into the car and instructed Han Long, “To the airport. Book me a ticket to Tokyo right now.”

“Yes, sir!”

Han Long, sensing the urgency, didn’t ask further questions. He quickly booked the ticket and drove Ye Qiu straight to the airport.

On the way to the airport.

Han Long asked, “Boss, need any help? Should I go with you to Great East?”

“No need. I’ll go alone.”

Ye Qiu took out his phone and made a call. When it connected, Diao Chan’s gentle voice came through, “Aren’t you at the Medical Saint Ceremony? Why are you calling me? Miss me already?”

Ye Qiu wasn’t in the mood for jokes and said quickly, “Find me the exact location of Amaterasu Shrine. Hurry.”

Diao Chan asked, puzzled, “Why are you going to Amaterasu Shrine?”

“To kill!”

Miracle Doctor Chapter 798

5:10 p.m.

A flight from Jinling, China, landed at Tokyo International Airport.

As Ye Qiu disembarked, he hadn’t even left the airport when he noticed someone tailing him.

“It seems my whereabouts have been exposed.”

Ye Qiu slipped into a restroom and quietly altered his appearance, transforming from a young man into a hunched old man in an instant.

He successfully shook off his pursuers and left the airport.

He took a taxi straight to Amaterasu Shrine.

An hour later.

The car stopped on a bustling street.

Though it was dark, the area was brightly lit.

As soon as Ye Qiu got out, he saw an ancient, elegant complex standing at the heart of the busy street. At the entrance hung a sign with four characters:

Amaterasu Shrine!

The street was crowded with passersby.

Ye Qiu blended into the crowd, appearing to shop while actually observing the shrine’s security.

“One, two, three… forty-seven!”

There were forty-seven guards stationed and patrolling at the entrance, all with weak skills.

Ye Qiu also noticed twelve hidden sentries, each manned by two guards.

Among them, apart from one sniper, there were a few ninjas.

These posed no threat to Ye Qiu.

Just as he was about to act, the shrine’s main gate opened, and a dozen people emerged.

They wore tight black outfits, faces masked, revealing only their eyes, with two short swords slung diagonally across their backs.

Their auras were formidable.

… Special Ninjas!

Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Special Ninjas were comparable to Dragon List experts, and so many appearing at once showed the shrine’s deep resources.

After appearing, the Special Ninjas exchanged a few words in hushed tones, then dispersed, guarding the shrine’s perimeter.

Each was on high alert.

“Does Yoshida Shūichi know I’m here?”

Ye Qiu gave a cold snort, feeling a headache coming on.

With so many guards outside, it was clear the shrine’s interior would have even more, likely with stronger skills.

Otherwise, Amaterasu Shrine wouldn’t be Great East’s top power.

But this wasn’t what troubled Ye Qiu most.

Though these guards were skilled, with his current strength, eliminating them would be easy. His real concerns were Yoshida Shūichi and Miyamoto Musashi.

Great East’s martial world had the saying of “One God, Three Grandmasters.”

The three grandmasters were Qiyama Nange, former leader of Mizuki Sect, Yoshida Shūichi, High Priest of Amaterasu Shrine, and Abe Aoki of the Onmyoji family.

As for the “One God,” that was Great East’s Martial God, Miyamoto Musashi.

Miyamoto Musashi was the shrine’s president and ranked third on the God List, one rank above the Brahmin sect’s leader, Dragon Lady, showing how formidable he was.

Currently, Miyamoto Musashi was in seclusion, leaving Yoshida Shūichi in charge.

Yoshida Shūichi had easily captured Qiyama Nange, indicating his skills far surpassed hers.

“These guards are negligible. The real threats are Yoshida Shūichi and Miyamoto Musashi.”

“Yoshida Shūichi’s combat ability is probably around Xiao Jiu’s level. Even if he’s stronger, comparable to a God List expert, I can handle him.”

“The worry is if Miyamoto Musashi suddenly emerges from seclusion.”

“If he’s alerted, it’ll be trouble.”

“Plus, with Xiaoxue and Qiyama Nange in Yoshida Shūichi’s hands, I’ll have to be cautious in my actions.”

“Brute force won’t work. Strategy is better.”

“First, rescue Xiaoxue and Qiyama Nange, then deal with Yoshida Shūichi.”

With this in mind, Ye Qiu began formulating a plan.

The shrine’s security was tight. How could he infiltrate unnoticed?

Invisibility spell?

Earth escape?

Both were viable.

Ye Qiu circled the shrine and ended up at the back gate.

The back gate had the fewest guards, only a dozen, with just one Special Ninja.

Using his Heavenly Eye, Ye Qiu saw only five or six regular guards in the inner courtyard.

Seizing an opportunity, Ye Qiu used earth escape to enter the courtyard, emerging from a flowerbed when the guards weren’t looking.

He was about to draw a tracking talisman to locate Qianshan Xue and Qiyama Nange when his phone suddenly rang.

Beep beep beep—

“Damn, I forgot to silence it.”

At that moment, the courtyard guards all turned toward the flowerbed.

“Hide!”

Ye Qiu quickly turned invisible, his figure vanishing.

A sturdy paulownia tree with dense foliage grew in the flowerbed. Ye Qiu climbed it, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

The guards approached the flowerbed, inspected it, found nothing, and began muttering among themselves.

Though Ye Qiu didn’t understand Great East language, he could tell from their expressions they were puzzled, having clearly heard a phone ring but finding nothing.

After a while.

The guards dispersed.

As Ye Qiu was about to climb down, his phone rang again.

“Beep beep beep—”

Instantly, the guards spun around, staring at the paulownia tree, shouting sharply.

“Warui warui…”

(Great East language, meaning “Who’s there?”)

Ye Qiu swiftly plucked a few leaves and flung them.

Infused with inner energy, the leaves sliced like sharp blades, cutting the guards’ throats before they could react, killing them instantly.

Only then did Ye Qiu pull out his phone, seeing the call was from Diao Chan. Furious, he answered and said, “What the hell? You almost got me killed.”

“Ye Qiu, are you okay?” Diao Chan asked with concern.

“I’m fine for now,” Ye Qiu said, “What’s up?”

Diao Chan said, “Yoshida Shūichi lied to you. He’s not at Amaterasu Shrine.”

“I checked surveillance and found that after capturing Qiyama Nange, Yoshida Shūichi returned to the Yoshida family estate and hasn’t left.”

“Qianshan Xue was also taken to the Yoshida family.”

Ye Qiu asked, “So, Yoshida Shūichi is at home?”

“Yes,” Diao Chan confirmed.

“Do you know where Miyamoto Musashi is in seclusion?” Ye Qiu asked. He was most worried about him.

“I don’t know,” Diao Chan said, warning, “Ye Qiu, don’t go to Amaterasu Shrine. I suspect Yoshida Shūichi has set traps there, waiting for you…”

Swish swish swish!

At that moment, dozens of Special Ninjas appeared on the courtyard walls. Then, with a “bang,” the back gate was smashed open, and a large group of guards rushed in from outside.

Miracle Doctor Chapter 799

These people were all highly skilled, especially the special ninjas who appeared on the courtyard wall, locking onto Ye Qiu the moment they showed up.

A few of them had already placed their hands behind their backs, ready to draw their swords.

The others were also prepared to attack.

As expected, it was a trap!

Ye Qiu’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke into the phone, “Diao Chan, you were right, the Amaterasu Shrine is indeed a trap.”

“Unfortunately, your warning came too late, I’m already surrounded by enemies.”

“Send me the location of the Yoshida family immediately.”

Just as Ye Qiu hung up, he saw a middle-aged man in a kimono, holding a samurai sword, walking in through the back door.

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, “Ye Qiu, you’ve finally arrived, today is the day you die…”

Pfft!

Before the man could finish speaking, a leaf pierced through his forehead, and he collapsed, dead.

“Kill!”

The special ninjas and guards charged at Ye Qiu simultaneously, an overwhelming wave of killing intent surging towards him.

Ye Qiu dodged, moving away from the phoenix tree, only to hear a “boom” as the tree was attacked by numerous special ninjas, splitting in half.

Thinking of rescuing people at the Yoshida family, Ye Qiu had no desire to tangle with these guards and quickly rushed towards the exit.

However, as he reached the doorway, two gleaming samurai swords appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

Outside the back door, besides four special ninjas, there were over a hundred guards.

They had completely sealed off the back door, clearly to prevent Ye Qiu from escaping.

“Damn it!”

Ye Qiu cursed under his breath and retreated back into the courtyard.

Immediately, the special ninjas inside the courtyard surrounded him tightly.

“I originally wanted to give you a chance to live, but since you’re determined to die, I’ll take you out first before going to kill Yoshida Morichi.”

A fierce killing intent appeared on Ye Qiu’s face as he sprang into action.

Crack!

The nearest guard didn’t even have time to react before his neck was snapped.

Ye Qiu swiftly seized the samurai sword from the guard’s hand and, with a backhand slash…

“Pfft!”

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Another guard beside him was taken down with a single strike.

At that moment, four special ninjas launched an attack on Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu moved at lightning speed, his body turning into a blur. Ten seconds later, the four special ninjas lay in a pool of blood.

Worried about the safety of Qianshan Xue and Qiushan Nange, Ye Qiu showed no mercy, aiming to eliminate these enemies in the simplest and most direct way possible.

After killing the four special ninjas, he didn’t pause for a moment, continuing to swing his sword.

…

Ten miles away.

The Yoshida family.

In a room.

Yoshida Morichi, dressed in a loose kimono, sat cross-legged on the floor. On the table in front of him was a tablet computer.

At that moment, he was video-calling a masked figure, whose face was covered in black lacquer, revealing only two eyes.

“Has Ye Qiu arrived?” the masked figure asked.

His voice was sharp, like needles piercing the ears, making it highly uncomfortable.

“As you predicted, Ye Qiu went to the Amaterasu Shrine and has fallen into the trap I set,” Yoshida Morichi said with a smug laugh, “That kid is doomed this time.”

The masked figure cautioned, “Yoshida-kun, don’t be careless. Ye Qiu is extremely resilient, he won’t die so easily.”

“If he were that easy to kill, I wouldn’t have needed to collaborate with you.”

“You need to be careful.”

Yoshida Morichi dismissed it, saying, “I’ve set up an inescapable net at the Amaterasu Shrine, he can’t possibly break out.”

“Even if he manages to escape from the shrine, I’m not afraid.”

“Not to mention my skills surpass his, I also have Qianshan Xue and Qiushan Nange in my hands, so he wouldn’t dare act recklessly.”

Yoshida Morichi asked, “When are you going to transfer the money to me?”

“I’ll send it now.”

After the masked figure spoke, just over ten seconds later, Yoshida Morichi’s phone pinged.

Yoshida Morichi checked his phone, his expression darkening as he asked in a harsh tone, “What’s the meaning of this?”

“Why is it only ten million?”

“Didn’t we agree on five hundred million?”

“Are you going back on your word?”

The masked figure laughed, “Calm down, Yoshida-kun. I said I’d give you five hundred million after Ye Qiu is killed. Since Ye Qiu isn’t dead yet, I can only give you ten million.”

“Consider this ten million a deposit.”

“Once Ye Qiu is dead, I’ll give you the remaining four hundred ninety million.”

Yoshida Morichi was furious, “Ten million? Hmph, are you treating me like a beggar?”

“Yoshida-kun, you’re mistaken.”

The masked figure continued, “I want to kill Ye Qiu, and you want to kill Ye Qiu, our goals align.”

“You’d kill Ye Qiu for revenge, and I’d kill Ye Qiu for revenge. Even without this money, you’d still kill Ye Qiu.”

“Now, you can both kill Ye Qiu and earn five hundred million, that’s a great deal for you.”

Yoshida Morichi fell silent.

Indeed, even if the masked figure hadn’t promised five hundred million, he would still kill Ye Qiu to avenge Yoshida Nakaji.

The masked figure added, “Yoshida-kun, I know you’re highly skilled, but don’t underestimate Ye Qiu. I’ve tried to kill him multiple times, and all attempts failed.”

“To ensure Ye Qiu’s death, I’ve specially sent you a mysterious gift.”

“I hope you accept it.”

Yoshida Morichi was puzzled, “What mysterious gift?”

Knock knock…

At that moment, a knock came from outside.

“Who is it?” Yoshida Morichi shouted.

“Master, two monsters have appeared outside, please come take a look,” a servant said from outside.

The masked figure laughed, “Yoshida-kun, go take a look, your gift has arrived.”

Yoshida Morichi, still puzzled, got up and opened the door, where a servant was waiting.

“What’s going on?” Yoshida Morichi asked.

“Master, I don’t know how to explain, you should see for yourself!” the servant said.

“Lead the way.”

The servant led Yoshida Morichi through a courtyard gate into the outer courtyard.

As soon as he stepped into the outer courtyard, Yoshida Morichi’s expression changed.

In the outer courtyard, over a hundred guards were surrounding two giants, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

“Master, these two are the monsters,” the servant said, pointing at the two giants in fear.

Even without the servant’s words, Yoshida Morichi could tell these two were abnormal.

They were over two metres tall, with cold, emotionless eyes, like two machines devoid of feeling.

Most of their bodies were exposed, with the flesh on their arms and legs shaved off, leaving only stark white bones.

What were these things?

Yoshida Morichi felt a surge of doubt.

At that moment, the two giants simultaneously lifted their feet and took a step forward.

“Thud!”

The ground shook with a loud noise, as if something weighing a thousand pounds had landed.

The two giants walked towards Yoshida Morichi.

The servant’s face paled, shouting, “Quick, protect the master!”

Miracle Doctor Chapter 800

Hearing the servant’s sharp command, the guards prepared to act.

“Wait,” Yoshida Morichi stopped the guards, his gaze fixed on the two giants.

The giants stepped forward, quickly arriving in front of Yoshida Morichi.

The guards were extremely tense, fearing the giants might attack the master, but in the next moment, the two giants suddenly dropped to one knee.

Crack!

Instantly, a crack over two metres long appeared on the ground.

“We pay respects to Master Yoshida, sent by our lord to assist you and await your orders,” one of the giants said.

“I understand,” Yoshida Morichi instructed the servant, “Find a place for them to rest.”

With that, Yoshida Morichi returned to his room.

“Yoshida-kun, are you satisfied with the gift I sent?” the masked figure asked from the other end of the video call.

“What are they?” Yoshida Morichi asked.

The masked figure laughed, “Super soldiers.”

Super soldiers?

Yoshida Morichi frowned.

The masked figure explained, “They are warriors I meticulously trained, enhanced through genetic drugs. Their bodies are now hard as iron, impervious to swords and guns, and their strength is astonishing.”

“Yoshida-kun, once Ye Qiu is killed, I’ll give these two warriors to you.”

Yoshida Morichi asked, “You’re giving me money and two super soldiers, what’s your goal?”

The masked figure laughed, “Of course, to cooperate with you.”

“Once Ye Qiu is dead, I’ll transfer the rest of the money to you.”

“I hope we have a pleasant partnership.”

“Goodbye!”

With that, the masked figure ended the call.

Yoshida Morichi frowned again.

“Who is this masked figure?”

“How does he know my brother died at Ye Qiu’s hands?”

“Is his cooperation with me really just to kill Ye Qiu?”

Beep beep beep…

Suddenly, his phone rang, interrupting Yoshida Morichi’s thoughts.

Yoshida Morichi answered and asked, “What’s the situation?”

The person on the other end spoke rapidly in a low voice.

After listening, Yoshida Morichi said, “Good, spare no effort to kill Ye Qiu, and I’ll reward you handsomely afterwards.”

He hung up.

A sinister smile appeared on Yoshida Morichi’s lips, “Now it’s time to meet Qiushan Nange, a woman I’ve admired for so long.”

With that, Yoshida Morichi pressed something under the table, and with a “rumble,” the floor in the corner of the room parted, revealing a tunnel.

Yoshida Morichi walked to the tunnel entrance, about to step down, but hesitated.

“The people of the Mizuki Sect are usually particular about cleanliness, I’d better change my clothes, lest Qiushan Nange finds me off-putting.”

“Besides, finally getting Qiushan Nange calls for some ceremony.”

Yoshida Morichi changed into a white kimono, slipped on wooden clogs, and entered the tunnel.

The tunnel was about thirty metres long.

At the end of the tunnel stood an iron door.

The door had a combination lock.

Yoshida Morichi pressed a few buttons on the lock, and with a “ding,” the iron door opened.

Instantly, two special ninjas appeared before him.

“Master!”

The two ninjas bowed in respect.

“Any anomalies?” Yoshida Morichi asked.

“Reporting to Master, everything is normal,” one ninja replied.

“Hm,” Yoshida Morichi nodded, instructing, “You two leave for now, keep a close watch on Qianshan Xue.”

“Yes!”

The two ninjas responded and quickly left.

Yoshida Morichi stepped through the iron door, facing a long corridor. At the end of the corridor was another iron door.

Two more special ninjas stood guard outside this door.

“Master!”

The two ninjas bowed.

“Open the door,” Yoshida Morichi ordered.

“Yes,” one ninja opened the iron door.

Behind the door was a secret chamber.

“You two leave, and remember, no one is allowed in without my orders,” Yoshida Morichi said.

“Yes,” the two ninjas swiftly departed.

Yoshida Morichi stood at the entrance, peering inside. The chamber was dimly lit, with only a few oil lamps on the walls flickering faintly.

This place never saw daylight, the air was murky and damp.

Yoshida Morichi pressed a button outside, and with a “snap,” the chamber’s lights turned on.

Instantly, a beautiful woman appeared in his line of sight.

Qiushan Nange!

Qiushan Nange was bound tightly with ropes, sitting in a corner, a cloth stuffed in her mouth.

The moment she saw Yoshida Morichi, her beautiful eyes blazed with anger, muffled “mmph mmph mmph” sounds coming from her mouth, as if she wanted to fight him to the death.

“Master Qiushan, my apologies for the inconvenience.”

Yoshida Morichi entered, his words apologetic, but his face showed no trace of remorse, only a hint of smugness.

“Mmph mmph mmph…” Qiushan Nange struggled fiercely, making muffled noises.

Yoshida Morichi approached and removed the cloth from her mouth.

“Where’s Xiao Xue? What have you done to Xiao Xue?” Qiushan Nange immediately asked about Qianshan Xue.

“Rest assured, Master Qiushan, Qianshan Xue is unharmed for now,” Yoshida Morichi smiled, “Oh, and I forgot to mention, Ye Qiu has come to Daito.”

“Where is he?” Qiushan Nange asked.

“He’s at the Amaterasu Shrine,” Yoshida Morichi said, “That fool thought you were being held there, so he went to rescue you.”

“Little did he know, I’ve set an inescapable trap at the shrine.”

“By now, he should be close to death.”

Hearing this, Qiushan Nange’s expression shifted slightly, and she angrily rebuked, “Yoshida Morichi, what exactly do you want?”

Yoshida Morichi grinned sinisterly, “Don’t you know what I want? I want revenge for my brother.”

Qiushan Nange said, “This has nothing to do with Ye Qiu, I killed your brother. Let Ye Qiu and Xiao Xue go, and you can have my life.”

“I want your life, and I want you,” Yoshida Morichi said, grabbing Qiushan Nange’s clothing and tearing it with force.

With a “rip,” Qiushan Nange’s outer garment was torn apart, revealing her fair skin and red undergarments.

Yoshida Morichi’s eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he smirked wickedly, “Master Qiushan, I’ve admired you for years. If you’d agreed to be with me sooner, how could things have come to this?”

“Of course, I prefer getting you this way, it’s far more thrilling for me.”

“Tch tch tch, Master Qiushan, I didn’t expect your skin to be so well-maintained, even better than that of a teenage girl…”

As Yoshida Morichi spoke, he reached for Qiushan Nange’s shoulder.

“Get lost,” Qiushan Nange shouted angrily.

“Master Qiushan, stop pretending. Everyone knows you and your disciple Qianshan Xue act proper on the surface, but in private, heh heh…” Yoshida Morichi chuckled maliciously, “Master Qianshan, just enjoy yourself!”

“Rest assured, I’ll be very gentle, I guarantee you’ll be in ecstasy.”

“Maybe after experiencing my prowess, you’ll even want to marry me, haha…”

Yoshida Morichi laughed uncontrollably, his hand, originally reaching for Qiushan Nange’s shoulder, suddenly changed direction, moving towards her chest.