Village Doctor's Women-Chapter 140 - 135 Where is Wang Jian?

Wang Jian naturally knew why this was happening, which was precisely why he found it so strange.

After these recent developments, he had come to a realization: his sister, Ren Yu, was definitely a bit unusual, with peculiar preferences. And it was this very realization that stirred something deep within him.

Could it be... that I have this preference too? A doubt surfaced in Wang Jian’s mind.

Secondly, Wang Jian discovered that Ren Yu’s Qi had already been roused. From here on, things would be much simpler.

Damn it... Was Ren Yu a once-in-a-generation prodigy?

This was no small matter. Wang Jian even considered calling his master back, but that was not a priority right now.

Knowing Ren Yu had responded, Wang Jian did not dare to let his guard down. His sole focus was on helping her find her sense of Qi.

So, Wang Jian became stern and reprimanded Ren Yu, "Don’t let your mind wander. Listen to me and carefully perceive the changes in your body."

Ren Yu had just entered a state of calm lucidity, so she was completely obedient to Wang Jian’s instructions. Deep down, however, she desperately wanted to take things further with him, but his stern tone left her with no courage to object.

Under Wang Jian’s guidance, Ren Yu soon felt the flow of the warm current he had described.

Before long, she entered the state of Qi Cultivation that Wang Jian had mentioned.

Wang Jian was ecstatic, almost laughing out loud.

He had just been thinking about expanding the clinic and was in desperate need of help, and now this opportunity had fallen right into his lap.

Truly one of life’s great joys.

He wondered just how far his village clinic could eventually go...

This plan would be impossible without the Cai Family’s support. He had recently helped Cai Xing stabilize his condition twice, and the old man’s physical and mental state was remarkably stable—much better than expected.

Now that his own strength had increased so much, he was far more confident about treating Cai Xing’s condition. A complete cure was impossible, but adding several more years to the man’s life was not a problem.

So, while Wang Jian was still guiding Ren Yu’s Qi, his mind had already drifted far away.

He made up his mind: as soon as the clinic emptied of patients, he would have a proper talk with Cai Xing and the others.

「...」

While Wang Jian was thinking about Cai Xing, the Cai Family was hosting a group of special guests.

These people were unusual. They arrived in two black Audis.

The cars stopped at the Cai Family’s main gate, driving inside only after it was opened.

Upon reaching the entrance to Cai’s Village, a group of foreigners disembarked from the front car. They then retrieved a wheelchair and went to the rear car to assist an old man and a young boy before heading toward the mansion’s main gate.

They left some people behind to guard the cars. The two individuals being escorted were accompanied by foreign bodyguards—clearly not a common sight for locals.

The one at the forefront was a young man in a wheelchair who occasionally used a portable oxygen machine. Pushing him was a man about Cai Xing’s age, with an authoritative expression, graying temples, and fatigue in his eyes. Behind them stood two foreigners, one Black and one white, guarding them on either side.

If Feng Yan had been there, he would have recognized the military bearing of these two men.

When the party arrived at the Cai Family Mansion, only Cai Xing, Cai Qiong, and a few servants were waiting for them at the entrance, a noticeably smaller welcoming party than usual.

"Chairman Cai, long time no see."

"Mr. Peng, long time no see."

The man with graying temples was surnamed Peng. His name was Peng Qing, and his status was clearly extraordinary, or else Cai Xing would not be waiting at the entrance for him.

As soon as he saw Cai Xing, he immediately pushed the wheelchair forward, leaving the two bodyguards outside the gate.

"About what we discussed last time... we need to move the schedule up," Peng Qing said, his voice weary and his eyes bloodshot. Even in this state, the man exuded a calmness not found in ordinary people. Yet, when he looked at the youth in the wheelchair, his expression melted into one of indescribable sorrow. "His condition has worsened. I’ve tried many treatments and consulted many doctors, but nothing has been very effective. Even the diagnosis keeps changing..."

Cai Xing had heard about the young man’s situation. He had even mentioned to Wang Jian the possibility of taking him to Capital City for this very matter.

Unexpectedly, too much had happened recently, including Wang Jian getting shot, which prevented him from taking Wang Jian to Capital City to handle this.

That was why Peng Qing had taken the initiative to come directly to Shanghai City.

If word got out that Peng Qing was in Shanghai City, it would cause a major stir, attracting reporters from all over the country and even the world. After all, with Peng Qing’s status, his presence anywhere would cause a sensation.

A world-class entrepreneur, whose company was valued at thirty billion U.S. dollars and whose movements were so significant that even leaving the United Kingdom could be restricted, had arrived in Shanghai City without a whisper. This was massive news.

Peng Qing wore a wry smile as he described his son’s illness. "At first, they said it was leukemia. Then it was cancer. Later, they said it was scurvy, and after that, meningitis..." The whole process had been bizarre; almost every new doctor brought a new diagnosis. In the end, the team of specialists he’d assembled had devolved into a debate team.

Cai Xing and Peng Qing were old classmates, which was why Peng Qing was here. Cai Xing had told him that back in his hometown, there was a practitioner of Chinese medicine with miraculous skills, one who specialized in rare and complex illnesses and might even be able to manage his heart condition.

Peng Qing naturally trusted his old classmate. So, after their talk, he had begun to investigate this so-called practitioner of Chinese medicine.

When the file on a 28-year-old practitioner of Chinese medicine landed on his desk, despite his relationship with Cai Xing, he began to suspect his old friend was fooling him.

However, his son’s illness was truly bizarre, and the resume of this young practitioner, Wang Jian, was equally strange. Aside from being driven out of Capital City, he had no remarkable accomplishments.

The bizarre part was that none of the patients Wang Jian had treated ever had any subsequent problems. Furthermore, Peng Qing had found traces of this young man practicing medicine in many other cities. In other words, while his peers were still in school, this young practitioner of Chinese medicine had already been traveling the land, saving hundreds and thousands of people with his miraculous medical skills.

What truly surprised Peng Qing was the person who was always by Wang Jian’s side. He was completely untraceable; Peng Qing’s investigators couldn’t find a single shred of information on him.

Peng Qing had never encountered someone like this. He couldn’t even find a name, only that the man was apparently a Taoist and likely Wang Jian’s master.

Faced with such a mystery, Peng Qing decided he had to give it a try.

Since then, while his son underwent other medical treatments in Capital City, he had been waiting for Cai Xing to bring Wang Jian. But plans rarely survive contact with reality.

Peng Qing looked at his young son, his eyes filled with sorrow. Just yesterday, the team of experts in Capital City had issued a critical condition notice. They admitted that even with life support, his young son had only two months left. If his condition worsened again, he might not even have a month.

It was as if the King of Hell himself had sent an advance notice.

That team of experts couldn’t explain a thing, but they were ironically unanimous when delivering the critical diagnosis, as if to mock him.

"What did they say in Capital City?" Cai Xing could also see the deathly aura clinging to the boy in the wheelchair—something one normally only sees on the elderly, yet here it was on a child. He could tell the boy would not live much longer, which meant the problem was truly grave.

Sure enough, Peng Qing pulled him aside and whispered, "Just two months."

"Two months?"

Cai Xing was stunned, unsure of what to say next.

He could hear the weight of unspoken grief in Peng Qing’s somber voice. He patted Peng Qing’s shoulder; between men, comfort was conveyed through actions, not words. Ever since Wang Jian started treating him, not only had his heart condition improved significantly, but his complexion and stamina had also gotten much better.

The moment Peng Qing stepped through the Cai Family’s door, he noticed the change in Cai Xing, which gave him a sliver of hope.

Changing the subject, Peng Qing asked in a low voice, "Your heart?"

With a meaningful look from Peng Qing, Cai Xing quickly replied, "Yes. Now that you’re here, maybe the little one really can be saved. Look at me, don’t I look much healthier?"

Cai Xing deliberately spread his hands to show off his condition, though he did not need to; Peng Qing could see it clearly for himself.

Peng Qing nodded. "Indeed, much better."

Hearing this, Cai Xing’s eyes lit up. "More than just better. Let me tell you, that kid said he might even be able to cure my old ailment completely soon."

"Cure it?" Peng Qing was stunned. He nearly blurted out, ’Are you joking?’ but then he saw Cai Xing murmur as if to himself, "You don’t believe me, do you?"

Cai Xing shook his head. "I didn’t believe it at first either, but..."

He trailed off, but his expression made it clear that he now believed it and was full of hope.

What he was actually thinking was that if Wang Jian could even cure a Gu Worm, curing heart disease seemed plausible enough.

What Cai Xing did not know, however, was that Wang Jian would never have said such a thing if he had not consumed the human pill.

Cai Qiong had brought these words back. When Wang Jian had first said them, even she had not believed him. But somehow, whenever Wang Jian said such things, he exuded an undeniable confidence. As an expert in psychology, Cai Qiong could sense it was genuine. So, when Cai Qiong returned, she relayed Wang Jian’s message.

Cai Xing’s conviction was infectious, and Peng Qing felt it too, but years of discipline allowed the successful businessman to conceal his feelings. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Glancing at the figure in the wheelchair from the corner of his eye, Peng Qing finally asked in a low voice, "Is Wang Jian here?"

Cai Xing shook his head and looked toward Cai Qiong, who was standing behind him.