Horror Camgirl - Ch. 94: Jun Yao, I Beg You to Save Him
I thought to myself, "It's probably not just 'a bit' of energy; it’s most likely an incredibly powerful force." For him to meet me, he must have secured the approval of that high-ranking figure above, right?
Xue Shao said, "Madam Yuan, I’ve been dealing with this illness for nearly ten years. I've seen countless doctors, even the five most renowned in the country, yet none could cure me. All they could do was prolong my life. I watched your live stream, and if there’s anyone in China who can save me, I believe it’s you."
Xue Shao certainly had a way with words, flattering me so perfectly it was hard not to feel pleased.
He continued, “The Golden Needles treatment is simply a fee for the diagnosis, and I’ll pay it regardless of the outcome. If you can actually cure me, I’ll reward you handsomely.”
After a moment’s silence, I said, “Let me check your pulse first.”
As I touched his wrist, I felt a chill, cold as ice, piercing to the bone.
His pulse was odd, unnatural. Extending my spiritual awareness, I examined his body and found it incredibly weakened; his meridians were so fragile they seemed ready to snap at the slightest touch.
I withdrew my hand and fell silent.
Xue Shao looked at me expectantly. “Madam Yuan, how is it?”
I asked, “Have you been taking potent medications to boost your internal Yang energy to fend off the cold?”
He nodded. “A few years ago, I went to Medicine King Valley to seek treatment. The doctor there gave me a ‘Fiery Sun Pill.’”
I scoffed. “What a quack! Truly a quack! The Fiery Sun Pill can indeed suppress the cold and prevent it from invading the heart meridian, but the clash between the Yang energy and the cold is damaging your meridians!”
Xue Shao sighed. “That doctor did explain it to me. But if I hadn’t taken the Fiery Sun Pill, I wouldn’t have survived even a month. With it, I’ve made it this far.”
Speechless, I pondered this for a while. Xue Shao’s eyes reflected a hint of disappointment as he muttered, “Even Madam Yuan can’t save me? Sigh… I suppose my fate is to only live until twenty-eight.”
“I can treat this illness.”
“I understand, Madam Yuan; I’ve endured this for years… What? You can cure it?” Xue Shao was taken aback, and after a long pause, he asked again, “You really can?”
I glanced at Old Chen, and Xue Shao immediately understood. “Old Chen, please step outside.”
Old Chen bowed respectfully, turned, and exited, closing the door behind him.
I lowered my voice. “Did you perhaps have a stroke of fortune and acquire a cultivation technique?”
A flicker of fierceness crossed Xue Shao’s eyes, his fists clenched with a hint of murderous intent, but he quickly concealed it, sighing, “You’re right, Madam Yuan. I did obtain a cultivation technique. After I began practicing it, this strange illness struck me. I thought stopping would help, but the sickness only worsened.”
“There’s no turning back once you’ve drawn the bow,” I said. “Had you continued cultivating, you might not have fallen so ill. But stopping midway and then taking the Fiery Sun Pill only made your condition deteriorate.”
Xue Shao frowned, and I added, “The technique you found was incomplete, wasn’t it?”
He gave a slight nod. I went on, “That technique is extremely Yin, extremely cold. You only reached the first level, and your entire body became chilled, with frost forming on your skin, causing unbearable pain. In fact, a complete version of that technique would include a formula for a pill called Qing Han Dan. Practicing this technique requires consuming Qing Han Dan, or else cold energy invades the body, eventually attacking the heart meridian, leading to death.”
In Huang Luzi’s jade slip, aside from medical knowledge, there were case studies. One closely matched Xue Shao’s condition.
That technique was called the Xuan Yin Jue.
I suspected that an incomplete version of this technique had been circulating in the world, causing countless tragedies.
Xue Shao looked at me in disbelief. “There’s…such a thing?”
“Xue Shao, where did you obtain this technique?” I asked.
“When I was eighteen, I found a treasure map and followed it to a cave. The technique was there,” he said, pausing, a glint in his eye. “I took the treasure map from someone else.”
I understood. He had been tricked, set up from the start.
After a brief silence, he asked, “Madam Yuan, since you know about this technique, do you happen to have the formula for Qing Han Dan?”
I shook my head. “I don’t.”
Despair clouded Xue Shao’s eyes.
“However, I have a prescription that produces a similar effect to Qing Han Dan. We can try it.”
According to Huang Luzi’s case studies, he hadn’t had access to the Qing Han Dan formula back then. Driven to a deadlock, he had meditated for seven days and nights, eventually devising a prescription with comparable properties.
A glimmer of hope appeared on Xue Shao’s pale face as he struggled to sit up. “Please, Madam Yuan, save me!”
“I can save you, but there are a few conditions,” I said.
Xue Shao replied, “If you can cure me, I’ll agree to any conditions.”
“First, you must keep this confidential. I don’t want anyone to know I was the one who cured you.”
He nodded. “That’s no problem.”
“Second, you are responsible for gathering all the medicinal ingredients.”
“Of course. It’s only natural not to burden the doctor with finding herbs.”
“Third, besides the ten million consulting fee, you’ll owe me a favor. I haven’t decided what it will be yet, but when I do, I’ll let you know.”
Xue Shao thought it over and agreed, “Alright, I accept.”
I summoned Old Chen and created a document listing a long series of medicinal ingredients on my phone, which I sent to him to gather as many as possible.
In truth, only a small portion of those ingredients were for Xue Shao’s treatment; most of them I intended to keep for myself.
"These are all precious medicinal herbs. For most people, seeing even one of them would be a rarity," Old Chen remarked without batting an eye. "I'll have them delivered by tonight."
The Xue family truly knows how to flaunt their wealth.
"Your meridians are currently extremely fragile," I said. "Before taking any medication, we need to nurture them first." I pulled out three Small Peyuan Pills. "Take one pill per day to replenish your vital energy. I'll also prescribe a herbal formula—take one dose daily to treat your meridians."
“Thank you, Madam Yuan,” Xue Shao said, his sunken cheeks showing a rare glimmer of gratitude.
Old Chen drove me home and handed over a gold card from a Swiss bank containing my consultation fee—ten million.
True to his word, that very night, all the herbs were delivered, including a particularly rare Ice-cold Snow Lotus. He managed to source five stalks, each around seventy to eighty years old, with each worth millions. I felt a bit guilty, realizing I might have been too extortionate.
Well, since it's already here...
Swallowing my guilt, I carefully stored away the surplus herbs and resumed refining the medicinal paste using a pressure cooker.
After seven hours, the paste was finally ready. I shaped it into small pills and sealed them in a jade bottle. Once the three-day waiting period was over, I called Old Chen to pick them up for Xue Shao. I advised him to take one pill per day for a week before resuming his practice of the Mystic Yin Technique.
The Mystic Yin Technique is unforgiving—once you begin, you must not stop. He'll rely on the Cold Ice Pills to keep him alive until he breaks through the fifth level. At that point, his body will undergo a transformation into the Mystic Yin Physique, allowing him to finally stop relying on the pills.
In other words, until he breaks through, he'll have no choice but to come back to me for more.
Having such a wealthy patron and potential ally ensures my security.
After refining the medicine for Xue Shao, I turned to making another batch for Hu Qingyu. Luckily, I managed to find some Golden Foot Mushrooms and even extorted quite a stash of herbs from him. I brewed a large pot of medicinal decoction and divided it into ten bottles, instructing him to drink one bottle a day for ten days.
Finally, peace and quiet.
I stretched, feeling quite pleased with the long string of zeros in my bank account. Just as I was about to relax, a sudden, urgent knock on the door broke my moment of tranquility. My temper flared—can't they let me have a moment of peace?!
Opening the door, I saw Ye Xianluo supporting a tall man as they rushed inside.
“What... is going on?” I stared, bewildered, as she laid the severely injured man on my sofa. His entire body was covered in severe burns, his breathing faint and life hanging by a thread.
“Jun Yao, please, save him,” Ye Xianluo pleaded desperately, gripping my hands.
Ye Xianluo, usually so aloof, was panicking—this man clearly meant a lot to her.
I walked over to check his pulse. His internal injuries were dire—his organs were charred black. The fact that he was still alive was nothing short of a miracle.
I took out a few Small Peyuan Pills and some healing medicine, feeding them to him to stabilize his condition. Then, I prepared a bowl of healing solution to apply to his wounds.
“Xianluo, tell me, what happened?” I asked while tending to his injuries.
Ye Xianluo bit her lip, her eyes blazing with fury. “It was the Rong City Branch—it's all their fault!”
It turned out this man was a member of the Special Department's Mountain City Branch named Chen Dekai. He was the Level 1 Thunder-type Ability User Xiao Lin had mentioned before. He was sent to Rong City to collaborate with their branch on a Ginseng Armor mission. However, during the mission, Captain Liu from Rong City held a grudge against Captain Jin from Mountain City. In an act of sabotage, Liu set him up, leaving Chen Dekai gravely injured. Then they sent him back to Mountain City, using the excuse that they couldn’t treat him there.
As long as he didn’t die in Rong City, it wasn’t their problem anymore.
I frowned deeply. The Rong City Branch was going too far. Using personal vendettas to harm someone during a mission?
I gave Chen Dekai another undiluted Healing Pill and pulled out a century-old Ginseng, reluctantly slicing off two thin pieces for him to hold under his tongue.
Within two hours, his internal organs began to recover, and the wounds on his body started to scab over.
His life was saved.
“Thank you, Jun Yao.” Ye Xianluo’s hands trembled as she clutched mine. Normally strong-willed, she was now on the brink of tears. “Our Mountain City Branch has so few resources. We’re constantly oppressed by the surrounding branches and can never secure decent healing medicines. Without you, Dekai would not have survived.”
I frowned even deeper. “Is the Mountain City Branch really that lacking in resources?”
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