After diagnosing Ye Ruoyi's condition, Jiang Che withdrew his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.
Seeing his expression, Ye Ruoyi assumed he was unable to treat her. She spoke softly, trying to ease his mind.
"City Lord Jiang, please don't blame yourself. I understand my own body. I know that in this condition, there is no cure. You don't need to trouble yourself over it."
"No cure?"
Upon hearing this, Sikong Changfeng's expression grew tense with concern.
That can't be right!
Jiang Che's unique inner energy had even restored my shattered meridians and damaged organs. How could it fail to treat Ye Ruoyi's congenital heart defect?
Over the past four years in Snow Moon City, Sikong Changfeng had personally overseen Ye Ruoyi's treatments, caring for her as if she were his own daughter.
"It can be treated," Jiang Che said calmly, glancing at Ye Ruoyi with a faint smile.
Her condition might be a hopeless case to others, but to Jiang Che, it posed no great difficulty.
With his God-Tier medical expertise and the healing power of the Wood Spiritual Energy flowing through him, treating Ye Ruoyi's congenital heart defect was simple. A combination of Wood Energy and acupuncture would be more than sufficient.
"It can be treated?"
"Then, Brother Jiang, please help Ruoyi right away!" Sikong Changfeng exclaimed, his face lighting up with renewed hope.
I knew it!
Jiang Che's miraculous energy wouldn't fail to heal Ruoyi's chronic condition.
"Qianluo, help your Sister Ruoyi into the room," Jiang Che instructed.
"All right…"
Sikong Qianluo quickly stepped forward to support Ye Ruoyi, guiding her gently into the room. Jiang Che followed after offering a brief glance toward the others outside.
…
"Brother Jiang can really cure Ruoyi's congenital heart defect?"
After Jiang Che left, Bai Li Dongjun turned to Sikong Changfeng, doubt in his voice.
It wasn't that he distrusted Jiang Che—it was just hard to believe.
Ye Ruoyi's condition had baffled countless famous doctors. Even legendary physicians such as Ping Yizhi and Hu Qingniu from the Ming Dynasty, Xue Muhua of the Song Dynasty, and Xin Baicao had tried, and all had failed.
The idea that Jiang Che—young as he was—could surpass such legendary healers in skill seemed implausible.
"He absolutely can!" Sikong Changfeng replied firmly and began to explain.
"Yesterday, when I fought that brat, my body was pierced by ice spikes. My internal organs were shattered, and my meridians completely severed. And yet, didn't he still save me from the brink of death?"
"Jiang Che's cultivation technique is extremely unique—perhaps even a legendary immortal art!"
"His inner energy overflows with vitality. It can bring someone back from the edge of death, heal shattered bones, and even extend one's lifespan!"
"Even if Jiang Che weren't skilled in medicine, his extraordinary inner energy alone could completely heal Ruoyi's condition."
As he spoke, Sikong Changfeng's expression grew increasingly solemn.
In the martial world, every practitioner cultivates different techniques, each with its own nature. Most possess neutral energy, while others refine elemental forms such as fire or water.
But Jiang Che's inner energy was unlike anything Sikong Changfeng had ever encountered—it was brimming with life force. He had never even heard of such energy before.
If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never have believed that such miraculous energy could exist.
It was the kind of power described only in legends of immortal cultivation.
While Sikong Changfeng had never personally seen an immortal art before, the world of Jiuzhou was full of myths and tales about such techniques.
"Immortal art…"
Bai Li Dongjun's brows furrowed, his pupils narrowing as countless thoughts raced through his mind. It felt as though he had stumbled upon a long-lost secret of unimaginable significance.
"To think such miraculous techniques truly exist in this world…"
Yin Luoxia sighed softly, her curiosity about Jiang Che deepening.
Just yesterday, in his duel against Sikong Changfeng, Jiang Che had displayed awe-inspiring abilities—transforming seawater into deadly ice spikes.
Such feats were simply beyond the capabilities of ordinary martial techniques.
Now, it turned out that his inner energy carried mystical healing properties?
It was no wonder that Jiang Che, despite his youth, possessed such unfathomable cultivation.
Yin Luoxia found herself increasingly fascinated by Jiang Che. A woman's intuition told her—this man was far more extraordinary than he appeared on the surface.
Beside her, Li Hanyi's expression sharpened, her mind racing.
"Phew…"
"Whether Jiang Che's cultivation is truly derived from an immortal art or not, we must speak of this no further," Bai Li Dongjun said after taking a deep breath, his tone grave.
"He's now a part of Snow Moon City. We must not allow internal strife."
"Everything that happened today—must remain a secret!"
Had Jiang Che not joined Snow Moon City, Bai Li Dongjun might have found himself tempted by the allure of such a legendary technique.
But now that Jiang Che was one of their own, he would not tolerate any divisions or jealousy within the ranks.
"Understood, Senior Brother."
"Rest assured, Lord Bai Li."