At this moment, Luo Changsheng was so excited that he became incoherent. He had personally witnessed Qin Chuan using the Seven Extremes Divine Needles to cure Qin Nian, whom he had already considered a dead person.
He hadn’t expected that, today, he would see Qin Chuan perform the Seven Extremes Divine Needles again, and this time, Qin Chuan’s needle technique was even faster and more precise.
"Seven Extremes Divine Needles?"
Dongfang Yu was hearing about this acupuncture method for the first time. As he looked at Qin Chuan again, his eyes were filled with fervor.
Although it was the first time he heard of the Seven Extremes Divine Needles, he could see that the acupuncture method was out of the ordinary.
All these were not the main point; the main point was that Qin Chuan not only knew the lost art of Nirvana Hand, but today he also performed a set of exquisite acupuncture techniques.
Furthermore, when Qin Chuan treated patients, the skilled techniques he displayed, in Dongfang Yu’s view, were in no way inferior to those of several National Medical Saint Hands.
"Huh~"
Just then, Qin Chuan exhaled a turbid breath and retracted all seven Silver Needles from Zhu Yeqing’s daughter.
"Divine Doctor Qin, has your treatment concluded?"
Dongfang Yu hurriedly came forward and asked carefully, his attitude extremely respectful.
This made Dongfang Yiren, who was beside him and unaware of the truth, widen her eyes in disbelief. Her grandfather was treating a young man with such respect, even using an honorific title.
Qin Chuan nodded, then looked at the little girl on the bed and said, "Xiao Rou, get up!"
His words seemed to have magic, and under the shocked gazes of the few people present, as his voice fell, Xiao Rou slowly opened her eyes and met Qin Chuan’s gaze.
Xiao Rou might have been only five or six years old, but her delicate and lovely face gave Qin Chuan a very familiar and close feeling.
During the treatment, he had been focused solely on saving her life and had not noticed these details, but now, this sense of closeness was extremely strong.
"Daddy!"
Suddenly, Xiao Rou’s eyes lit up, and she let out a voice full of surprise, flipped up from the bed, and plunged into Qin Chuan’s arms.
"Boom!"
This call of ’daddy’ was like a thunderclap exploding in Qin Chuan’s mind.
The face of Xiao Rou suddenly overlapped with a vague face in the depths of his memory.
Dongfang Yu and Dongfang Yiren also widened their eyes, staring fixedly at Xiao Rou holding Qin Chuan tightly.
"He is Xiao Rou’s father?"
Dongfang Yiren instinctively looked towards Zhu Yeqing, only to find that Zhu Yeqing was also full of surprise.
Song Qingshan was completely dumbfounded and couldn’t help but turn to Luo Changsheng beside him and asked, "Is she Qin Chuan’s daughter?"
Only then did Luo Changsheng come back to his senses, glaring at Song Qingshan, he said irritably, "Aren’t you clear about Qin Chuan’s background?"
Song Qingshan laughed awkwardly. As the richest man in Jiangcheng City, if he didn’t know Qin Chuan’s background, how could he have formed a friendship with Qin Chuan?
Of course, what he knew was only everything that happened after Qin Wang had picked up Qin Chuan and brought him home ten years ago.
How could Xiao Rou, Zhu Yeqing’s daughter, possibly have anything to do with Qin Chuan?
"Xiao Rou!"
By this time, Zhu Yeqing had also finally recovered her wits and shouted out loud.
Xiao Rou plunged back into Zhu Yeqing’s arms, stretched out her small hand, and while wiping away the tears on Zhu Yeqing’s face, she consoled, "Mommy, Xiao Rou is fine now, don’t cry!"
At this moment, Qin Chuan stood still, his face twisted with a look of agony, with large drops of sweat streaming down his cheeks.
"Qin Chuan, what’s wrong with you?"
Dongfang Yiren suddenly noticed Qin Chuan’s odd expression, promptly stepping forward, her face full of concern, she asked.
Hearing her voice, others then turned their attention to Qin Chuan.
"Not good!"
Seeing this, Luo Changsheng immediately exclaimed, "The strange poison in Qin Chuan’s body has flared up again!"
Upon hearing this, Song Qingshan was also deeply shocked.
The reason they had come to find Owner Dongfang was to help Qin Chuan collect spiritual medicines that could suppress the strange poison in his body.
But unexpectedly, before they could obtain the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus, the strange poison in Qin Chuan’s body had acted up again.
Dongfang Yu said with a look of astonishment, "Divine Doctor Qin has been poisoned?"
Luo Changsheng hurriedly yelled, "Old man, quickly bring out your Thousand-Year Snow Lotus, or Qin Chuan is going to succumb to the poison."
Upon hearing Luo Changsheng’s words, everyone showed a look of surprise on their faces.
After all, just moments ago, Qin Chuan had cured an incurable disease, yet now he was on the verge of death due to poison.
Dongfang Yu did not respond to Luo Changsheng but rushed forward to take Qin Chuan’s pulse himself.
Immediately after, his expression turned to one of shock, and he exclaimed, "Such potent poison! What poison has Divine Doctor Qin been afflicted with?"
Luo Changsheng shouted angrily, "Stop wasting time and bring out the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus now!"
Although Dongfang Yu did not understand how the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus could neutralize the deadly poison in Qin Chuan’s body, he still instructed Dongfang Yiren, "Yiren, quickly fetch my Thousand-Year Snow Lotus."
Dongfang Yiren quickly ran off.
Zhu Yeqing asked, "Owner Dongfang, is there anything I can help with?"
Dongfang Yu shook his head, then turned to look at Luo Changsheng.
Zhu Yeqing was the head of the Black Dragon Commerce Association in East Sea Province, controlling over a dozen city-level branches; if she lent her aid, perhaps she could find the rare heavenly and earthly treasures Qin Chuan needed.
Luo Changsheng, who was about to refuse, on second thought, said hurriedly, "President Zhu, Qin Chuan needs some rare heavenly and earthly treasures, I implore you to help him find them as soon as possible."
Zhu Yeqing said seriously, "Give me a list, and I will do my best to find them."
Luo Changsheng quickly made a list and handed it to Zhu Yeqing.
Zhu Yeqing left immediately, and Song Qingshan also exited the room.
Just then, Dongfang Yiren came running back with a delicate wooden box in her arms.
Dongfang Yiren handed the wooden box to Dongfang Yu and said, "Grandfather, here is your Thousand-Year Snow Lotus."
Without any hesitation, Dongfang Yu passed the box containing the priceless Thousand-Year Snow Lotus to Luo Changsheng.
Luo Changsheng looked at the comatose Qin Chuan, poisoned and said, "All I know is that he needs the Thousand-Year Snow Lotus to detoxify; how to use it, I’m not certain. For now, we can only try to wake him."
Dongfang Yu and Luo Changsheng, who had not interacted for many years, now reunited because of Qin Chuan, discussing how to save him.
Five minutes later, the two finally agreed on a treatment method.
Soon, they prepared a wooden barrel filled with medicinal fluid, stripped Qin Chuan naked, and placed him inside.
Dongfang Yiren assisted at the side, her beautiful face blushing as she looked at nude Qin Chuan.
Silver Needles were swiftly inserted all over Qin Chuan’s body, and the ends of each needle turned pitch black.
Both Divine Doctors were exhausted and gasping for breath; Dongfang Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and said with a grave face, "I hope our treatment works."
Meanwhile, within Qin Chuan’s mind, an image of a stunning beauty emerged.
The woman nestled in his arms, her eyes brimming with tears, said, "Qin Chuan, are you truly going to heartlessly leave me and depart alone?"
Qin Chuan hugged the woman tightly, his face filled with reluctance, but he still nodded with clenched teeth, "I’m sorry! I must leave! But I swear, one day, I will return to Kunlun Divine Prison to retrieve you."
The woman stepped away from Qin Chuan’s embrace, her face streaked with tears. She reached out her hands and gently caressed Qin Chuan’s face.
"I will wait for you forever!"
After saying this, the woman picked up two cups of wine from the table, handed one to Qin Chuan, and said softly, "This is the Spiritual Wine I brewed for you. Drink this last cup, and then you can leave."
Qin Chuan struggled to suppress his sorrow, took the Spiritual Wine from the woman, and drank it in one gulp.
"Ling’er, wait for me!"
He took one last look at the woman, then turned and quickly walked away.
But just three steps out, his body suddenly stiffened, and excruciating pain tore through him.
"Pu!"
A mouthful of black blood sprayed out.
"The wine was poisoned!"
Qin Chuan turned to look at the woman, his face full of disbelief, and tears streamed down his cheeks.