"Miss Ye Luo is back."

A middle-aged woman, who looked like a nanny, exclaimed upon seeing Nie Wenling.

"Wang Ma, how is my sister, how is she now?"

"Ah, Miss Wen Yu just vomited blood and passed out. She is currently upstairs in her room, and the situation seems very dangerous. Sir, Madam, and Young Master Xiang Zuo are all up there."

The woman named Wang Ma explained.

"Wait here for me, I’m going up."

Nie Wenling told Ye Luo before hurriedly running upstairs.

In a room upstairs, quite a few people were gathered. On a neat bed, a beautiful woman lay, but at this moment, her face was sickly pale, her lips were cracked, her eyes were tightly closed, and her breath was faint. She looked utterly devoid of vitality. An old man with graying hair was taking her pulse by the bedside.

A middle-aged couple stood nearby—the man with a square face and a bit of stubble, his features solemn and imposing, commanding a strong presence.

The woman next to him had the look of an affluent lady, but tears filled her eyes as she anxiously and worriedly watched the beautiful woman on the bed. A young man in a suit was standing beside them, his brows slightly furrowed, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

"Sister!"

At this moment, Nie Wenling burst into the room, her face full of worry as she rushed toward the sickbed.

"Wen Ling, calm down, Old Zhou is treating Wen Yu right now,"

The young man quickly caught Nie Wenling’s hand and said.

"Dad, Mom, how is my sister now?"

Nie Wenling asked urgently, her face filled with distress.

At this time, the old man with the graying hair stood up with a solemn expression.

"Old Zhou, how is it? How is my daughter now?"

The middle-aged man looked at the elderly doctor with a tense expression.

"Ah, I am but an old fool, still unable to discern what affliction the young miss suffers from. Her essence and blood are continuously depleting, causing her bodily functions to decline. Now, all her organs are failing. This is truly difficult to treat."

The elderly doctor heaved a sigh as he spoke.

"What? So my daughter is incurable?"

The middle-aged woman’s body shook, and she spoke with a pale face, nearly collapsing, but the middle-aged man supported her.

"I truly am unable to provide a cure, but the Land of Huaxia is vast and diverse, with no shortage of medical experts. Perhaps finding one or two of such experts could offer a chance to save the young miss’s life. However, I fear she may not be able to wait any longer," the old man said, shaking his head.

"Sister, don’t die, please don’t die!"

Hearing the elderly doctor’s words, Nie Wenling threw herself at the bedside, grasping the hand of the woman on the bed, her eyes brimming with tears as she spoke, her usual bold and unruly temperament nowhere to be seen.

"If you’re willing to believe in me, I am willing to try to bring your beautiful sister back to life."

Just then, a sudden voice interrupted, causing everyone in the room to startle and turn around abruptly, only to see a figure entering from outside the room—it was Ye Luo.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man’s gaze hardened as he looked at Ye Luo, his expression turning severe and imposing.

"How did you get in here? Didn’t I tell you to wait for me downstairs?"

Nie Wenling heard Ye Luo’s voice, turned abruptly, and saw him entering, her expression changing as she spoke sternly.

"If I hadn’t come, your sister would have truly been doomed,"

Ye Luo said indifferently.

"What nonsense are you spouting, kid? I don’t care who you are, get out right now," the young man in the suit said to Ye Luo rudely.

"Within three days, this beautiful sister will surely die!" Ye Luo’s eyes flashed with a sharp gleam as he spoke.

"You..." Nie Wenling was infuriated on the spot, glaring fiercely at Ye Luo, somewhat suspecting that bringing this guy back was a mistake.

"What are you saying? How dare you curse my daughter?"

The woman, who appeared to be Nie Wenling and the beautiful woman’s mother lying on the bed, looked at Ye Luo as he spoke about her daughter and, already pale, her face filled with anger.

"Young man, if you don’t make yourself clear, I’m afraid that today..."

The middle-aged man gazed at Ye Luo with a solemn face, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"This beautiful sister isn’t sick at all but has been poisoned with a type of poison called a Blood-Consuming Gu. Inside her body, there is a Blood-Consuming Gu insect continually devouring her essence blood, causing her life functions to decline and her organs to fail. Within three days, all the essence blood in her body will be consumed clean, and then her young life will be over,"

Ye Luo said, his eyes moving, speaking dispassionately.

The people present, upon hearing about Gu insects and Gu poison, all had puzzled expressions, except for the old Doctor Zhou and the middle-aged man, whose expressions changed subtly.

"What nonsense are you talking? What Gu insect, what Gu poison? If you don’t know, don’t spout nonsense. Just leave cleanly, or I’ll call for someone,"

the man in the suit said coldly to Ye Luo.

"No, he’s not spouting nonsense. Gu poison indeed exists in the Land of Huaxia, and it’s what the people of Miaojiang are most proficient in. This Gu poison is more formidable than any other poison, and it kills without shedding blood. Perhaps this young lady’s condition is indeed caused by such a Gu insect. It’s just that my limited medical skills have not allowed me to detect it,"

the elder with graying hair spoke softly.

"Even if elder Zhou can’t detect it, how can this nobody suddenly manage it? I think he’s just here to fool everyone," said the man in the suit with a cold voice.

"Just go, please leave now,"

Nie Wenling said to Ye Luo, her face filled with embarrassment, urging him quickly.

"If you really don’t believe me, I can leave, but it’s a pity for such a stunningly beautiful sister,"

Ye Luo sighed and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Just at that moment, the middle-aged man suddenly spoke up, causing everyone’s expressions to change.

"Father, this..." The man in the suit was about to speak but was stopped by the middle-aged man, who now fixed his gaze upon Ye Luo.

"Are you genuinely capable of saving my daughter?"

"Of course, I am the Divine Doctor. If even I can’t save her, I doubt there’s anyone in this world who can save your daughter,"

Ye Luo said, curling his lip, speaking with confidence and arrogance.

"Fine, I’ll give you the chance. If you truly save my daughter, I, Nie Yuntian, will be deeply grateful. But if you fail to heal her, I don’t know what the consequences will be,"

the middle-aged man said, his gaze full of authority, speaking in a deep voice.

"Don’t worry. In my eyes, there’s only cure or no cure; there’s never been a question of curing well or curing poorly,"

Ye Luo said with a slight smile, his tone casual, exuding a natural confidence.

"Alright, I’m willing to take a chance on you. Start right away, what tools do you need?"