Chapter 123: The Family's Herbal Compendium!

The two stood frozen.

Pei Haidong turned his head, glaring fiercely at Ye Wushang. "Ye Wushang, don’t go too far!"

"I’ve handed over all the assets the Luo family donated to the Battle Dragon Sect. What more do you want?" Ye Wushang replied coolly.

"The Ghost Doctor may be unorthodox in his methods, but he is still our Battle Dragon Sect’s official physician. Making things difficult for him is making things difficult for me," Pei said angrily.

The Ghost Doctor harbored deep resentment toward Ye Wushang due to the death of his junior brother. Having just revived Luo Rongyao and suffered a severe blow to his pride, now being left behind alone felt like a deliberate provocation.

He planted his feet firmly, staring venomously at Ye Wushang. "Don’t think you can act recklessly just because you saved the head of the Luo family."

"Let me tell you, I am one of the eight chief disciples of the Sacred Medicine Sect. If you dare to mess around, the Sacred Medicine Sect will not let you off!"

Sacred Medicine Sect?

Ye Wushang had never heard of it, but it sounded somewhat mystical, much like something out of a novel.

He didn’t care; even if they really came, he was not afraid.

"Mr. Ye, drop it," Zhang Heifa whispered urgently, sensing the situation was worsening. "I’ve heard of the Sacred Medicine Sect. It seems all their members are top-tier doctors."

"They’re spread all over, from prominent physicians in clinics to medical professors in hospitals, and even secretaries in the pharmaceutical association."

"Since you’re a doctor yourself, you surely mingle in these circles. If you completely offend them..."

Ye Wushang chuckled lightly and shook his head. "So what?"

"One thing at a time."

"I, Ye Wushang, act with integrity and uprightness. I’m not afraid of anyone causing trouble for me."

"Now that I’ve uncovered this, if I don’t expose the truth, it would not only be a stain on medicine but also a disrespect to the head of the Luo family."

He raised his voice deliberately on that last point.

Upon hearing this, Qing Furong furrowed her brow suspiciously. "Mr. Ye, what do you mean by that?"

"The head of the Luo family’s illness was caused by a mixture of chronic ailments, none of which should have been fatal."

"Just now, his condition was critical—even briefly clinically dead—experiencing a momentary return to consciousness. The cause was interference from someone."

With that, Ye Wushang strode swiftly to the coffin, using a fruit knife to collect some fresh blood mixed with fragments that had been coughed up.

He channeled his internal energy, and white smoke began to rise, soon revealing many viscous, purple-black bubbles.

"What is this?" someone gasped.

"Poison?"

Qing Furong was horrified.

The others’ expressions also changed dramatically.

Luo Rongyao, who had always detested such assassination attempts, was furious. "Mr. Ye, are you saying someone poisoned me?"

"Exactly," Ye Wushang nodded, glancing coldly at the Ghost Doctor. "He’s the one who poisoned you."

"Do you think I would let him go?"

"Scoundrel!"

The Ghost Doctor’s expression changed drastically as he vehemently denied it. "I didn’t poison anyone, Ye Wushang! Don’t slander me!"

"Even if the fragments contain poison, the paper for the note was Lady Qing’s, and the knife used to cut the note into pieces was thrown by you!"

"What does that have to do with me? Don’t try to frame me!"

Ye Wushang remained calm, stepped forward, and with lightning speed grabbed the Ghost Doctor’s wrist.

"What are you doing?" the Ghost Doctor stammered.

"Everyone, look here."

Ignoring him, Ye Wushang raised the man’s wrist and pointed at his fingertips. "The powder on his fingertips is scientifically called ‘Tian Bai San.’ It’s colorless and tasteless, composed of nearly a hundred kinds of highly toxic insect venoms. Once it contacts the skin, it invades the internal organs, accelerating organ failure."

"That same powder is also found on these fragments."

"This Tian Bai San, once used for poisoning, leaves traces on the poisoner’s body."

"It cannot be washed off or blown away."

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"If you didn’t poison him, why is this powder on your fingertips?"

Upon hearing this, everyone leaned in carefully to compare.

Indeed, the bubbles in the blood contained residues of the powder, matching exactly the powder on the Ghost Doctor’s fingertips.

The close proximity even caused a chemical reaction, sending out continuous white smoke.

It was clear—the Ghost Doctor was the culprit!

Slap!

The truth was revealed.

Qing Furong’s wrath surged. Though a woman, as the head of the Luo family after Luo Rongyao’s illness, she was decisive and ruthless. With one sharp slap, she struck the Ghost Doctor’s face.

Before he could react, two burly men pinned him to the ground.

"Bastard!"

"Your medical skills are poor, yet you dare poison someone?"

"And you tried to frame Mr. Ye, almost making us wrongly accuse a good man!"

"You filthy thing, I’ll make you pay!"

She grabbed an ashtray nearby and smashed it repeatedly onto his head with force and resolve.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sickening sounds echoed continuously.

The Ghost Doctor’s protests turned into struggles, then into agonized cries begging for mercy.

In moments, his face was bruised and bloodied.

"Enough, Furong. Killing a man like this only soils your own hands," Luo Rongyao said calmly.

"Luo Sen, take this bastard to the police station."

"Charge him with poisoning and attempted murder!"

"Make sure they know the victim is me, Luo Rongyao."

"If anyone tries to use influence to free him or slip him through backdoors, they should think twice about opposing the Luo family!"

Luo Sen nodded and personally took the Ghost Doctor away with several security guards.

At the door, the Ghost Doctor, bleeding from mouth and nose and barely conscious, clung to the doorframe, glaring fiercely at Ye Wushang.

"Ye Wushang, you bastard! I won’t let this go!"

"Not just me, the entire Sacred Medicine Sect will take revenge on you. If they don’t kill your entire family, they won’t have avenged me!"

Ye Wushang showed no interest.

He had encountered far crueler people; this Ghost Doctor’s threats sounded weak and hollow.

"Luo—Luo family head, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t know the Ghost Doctor was such a man," Pei Haidong said, trembling and bowing his head in apology.

"If I had known, I wouldn’t have dared bring him to treat you—no matter how brave I was."

Luo Rongyao snorted coldly. "Pei Haidong, watch yourself from now on."

"If I find you colluding against the Battle Dragon Sect or disrespecting Mr. Ye again, it won’t just be the sect’s assets at risk, but the lives of your entire family!"

"Get out!"

Pei Haidong dared not linger and left in disgrace.

Then, with Qing Furong’s support, Luo Rongyao approached Ye Wushang and bowed deeply at ninety degrees.

"Mr. Ye, you truly are our Luo family’s great benefactor."

"First, you cured me and pulled me back from the gates of death."

"Then you uncovered the poison and proved the Ghost Doctor’s guilt."

"Otherwise, we would still be in the dark."

"Tell me, what else do you need? I will do all I can with all my heart."

Ye Wushang waved his hand, shaking his head. "I’ve already stated my requirements; there’s really nothing else."

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"However, your body is only about fifty to sixty percent recovered. To fully heal, you’ll need to rest and recuperate."

"Especially, you must take your medicine on time. I’ll prepare a prescription for you shortly."

"The only problem is the herbs required are rare and difficult to find on the market, which poses a bit of a challenge for me..."

Upon hearing this, Luo Rongyao laughed heartily. "Mr. Ye, you worry too much."

"Our Luo family is large and prosperous. Although medicine isn’t our main business, we have unique channels for acquiring herbs."

"Luo Sen, go get the family’s herb ledger and show it to Mr. Ye. Whatever he needs, we’ll provide."

Hearing this, Luo Sen hesitated. "Master, the herb ledger is a family treasure and has never been shown to outsiders."

"Now you want me to take it out? That might..."

"How dare you!" Luo Rongyao barked sharply. "Is Mr. Ye not one of us?"

"Though not surnamed Luo, he saved me twice. In my heart, he’s closer than family."

"Don’t just show him the family herb ledger—if he wanted half the Luo family’s holdings, I would willingly give it to him!"

"Enough talk, hurry up and get it. Don’t keep Mr. Ye waiting!"

Luo Sen dared not delay and hurried inside.

The others gathered around Ye Wushang, flattering and fawning over him excessively.

Ye Wushang responded briefly, meanwhile pondering what this family herb ledger was.

It sounded extraordinary, called a family treasure. Especially for a financial powerhouse like the Luo family, his curiosity was piqued.

Soon Luo Sen returned.

The ledger looked plain and unassuming on the outside.

Yet it emanated a grand aura, just from the cover one could tell the herbs inside were no ordinary kind.

"Mr. Ye, here you are," Luo Sen said respectfully as he handed it over.

Ye Wushang nodded politely and flipped through it, speaking as he read. "The head of the Luo family has at least ten hidden ailments."

"Interwoven, they require cleansing of the organs and nurturing regeneration, needing century-old Polygonum multiflorum and millennia-old ginseng for nourishment."

"Besides, the poison is still partly in the body. To remove it, he’ll need roots of five-thousand-year-old herbs, and..."

Suddenly, Ye Wushang’s eyes widened, his breathing quickened.

"What’s wrong, Mr. Ye? Is something amiss?" Luo Rongyao asked anxiously.

Though over sixty, he still felt vigorous, hoping to lead the family for another twenty or thirty years.

Despite the Luo family’s current wealth and power, there was still room to grow. His greatest wish was to elevate the family into a powerhouse.

To develop the business, he first needed to preserve his health.

After surviving near death, his will to live was stronger than ever.

Ye Wushang had undoubtedly become his lifeline.

Every move he made affected Luo Rongyao’s mood.

"You Luo family actually have Dragon King’s Birth?" Ye Wushang stared at the three prominent characters with excitement, his voice trembling.

Shaped like a dragon, liquid in form.

Milky white, tasteless, yet highly effective.

From the description, this Dragon King’s Birth was the fifth rare herb Ye Wushang had long sought.

Unexpectedly, after so much searching, it was found here effortlessly.

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