Chapter Fifty-Three: The Enigmatic Young Lady

In the car.

Having dealt with Sun Chuanzi and conveniently sold medicine to Lord Rabbit, earning over ten million, Ye Wushang was in excellent spirits. He was just contemplating buying some top-quality medicinal herbs before returning to his small workshop and beginning his cultivation, when suddenly his phone rang.

Taking out his phone, he saw the caller ID: Old Tang.

Only then did he remember the appointment they made yesterday at the orphanage—he had agreed to see Old Tang’s patient today.

Ye Wushang felt grateful toward Old Tang. If not for his provision of silver needles and medicinal herbs, his sister might still not have woken up. And he wouldn’t know his own origins, nor what steps to take next.

Although Old Tang had his rules for treating patients, Ye Wushang was willing to make an exception to repay his kindness.

"Hello, Old Tang," Ye Wushang answered.

Hearing his voice, Old Tang was clearly relieved, but his tone soon filled with worry, "Wushang, where are you? My patient’s illness has recurred, and this time it’s worse than ever. None of us doctors have been able to help; I can only ask for your assistance."

Ye Wushang didn’t know the specifics, but he was confident. "Just give me the address, I’ll hurry over now."

"Good, it’s at the Huang Manor. Announce yourself when you arrive, but you must hurry."

"Don’t worry, Old Tang. I’m on my way."

He hung up. Ye Wushang tapped the front seat. "Master, we’re not going to the herbal center. Head to Huang Manor first."

"Hmm?" The driver paused, frowning. "Huang Manor?"

"Is there a problem?"

"A bit. It’s the most famous private villa in Jinghan City. Only social elites go there, and it’s strictly regulated—you can’t enter without a luxury car. With this worn-out taxi, we’ll probably never reach the front gate."

Ye Wushang’s expression darkened. "How far can you get me from the manor?"

"At least two kilometers. If you really want to go, you’ll have to walk ten minutes or so."

"Alright, drive on. It’s no big deal." Ye Wushang nodded.

He had promised Old Tang, and he would fulfill that promise, no matter what. Asking Old Tang to pick him up would not be appropriate.

...

Half an hour later, he arrived at the foot of the mountain.

After paying and getting out, he stood in place and took a deep breath. The fresh air and dense spiritual energy refreshed him.

Looking up, he saw a snow-white villa halfway up the mountain, surrounded by tall trees and swirling mist.

It looked like a paradise, giving a sense of mysterious transcendence.

Clearly, the owner of this manor was someone extraordinary.

He began walking up on foot.

Passing a patch of grass, he suddenly halted.

A woman was crouched there, picking some wild grass.

The spiritual energy was dense, the medicinal efficacy strong.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this was “Langya Grass,” excellent for relaxing joints and regenerating broken bones.

But this herb was poisonous and extremely fragile.

Touching it easily shattered it; picking it destroyed it. It had to be pulled up with roots and soil, taken as a whole.

That was the only way to preserve the medicinal resource for refining.

Yet beside the woman lay a disordered pile of Langya Grass.

Clearly, her understanding of herbs was still superficial.

"What a pity..." Ye Wushang shook his head slightly, but paid it no mind, continuing on his way.

But just then, a sharp voice rang out, "Stop!"

"What do you mean by shaking your head? Are you mocking my lady?"

Ye Wushang frowned.

Only now did he notice that beside the woman was another.

Her appearance was ordinary, but her words were sharp, glaring at Ye Wushang with a fierce demeanor.

Clearly, she was the lady’s maid.

"Xiaocui, mind your tone."

The lady, who had been picking Langya Grass, also noticed Ye Wushang’s reaction.

She stood up, cast a reproachful glance at her maid, and looked up at Ye Wushang, respectfully, "Sir, do you have an issue with the way I am picking this grass?"

Ye Wushang’s tightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed.

This lady had an ethereal beauty—not the typical refined features, but a classical air reminiscent of ancient heroines.

Her attire was simple yet dazzling, her figure not voluptuous but well-shaped.

Standing there, she exuded a cold allure—tempting to approach yet as forbidding as an icy snow lotus.

Moreover, her voice was melodious, like a heavenly song—close and distant all at once.

"No issue, please continue." Ye Wushang didn’t want any complications; Old Tang’s patient was in critical condition, and he needed to hurry.

He turned to leave, but the maid Xiaocui instinctively ran to block him, saying sharply, "Is it really no issue, or are you just trying to attract my lady’s attention?"

"I’ve seen plenty like you—thinking your looks give you license to flirt everywhere."

"Open your eyes and see where you are! My lady is not someone you can provoke!"

"You need a lesson so you’ll understand the consequences!"

With that, Xiaocui actually took out her phone to call for help.

Though there were few residents nearby, the Huang family wasn’t the only one.

He had merely shaken his head, and she wanted to call someone to deal with him. Clearly, this family wasn’t easy.

He was about to explode, when the lady strode over, seized the phone, and scolded, "Xiaocui, what are you doing?"

"But Miss, this man has bad intentions. I just wanted to call for help..."

"How do you know he has bad intentions? Did he touch me, or say anything?"

The lady shot her a look, then turned to Ye Wushang, apologetic, "I’m sorry, sir. I failed to discipline my maid properly. Please forgive us."

Ye Wushang said nothing, just turned and walked away.

But behind him, the lady suddenly screamed. Turning back, he saw her finger bleeding!

"Miss!" Xiaocui was alarmed, rushing to wrap it with a handkerchief, but Ye Wushang shouted, "Don’t touch her!"

"Langya Grass is poisonous. Contact with anything external will cause severe bleeding!"

"Tch." Xiaocui sneered, "Who would believe you? Still trying to get close to my lady? Get lost!"

"If not for Miss, you’d have been thrown out by now!"

She completely looked down on Ye Wushang.

His words meant nothing to her.

Seeing the lady bleeding, she grew anxious and hurried to wrap her hand.

But—

"Ah!" The lady cried out in agony, her body trembling.

Blood poured from her finger, quickly soaking her entire palm.

At the same time, her face turned pale, she couldn’t even stand, finally collapsing to the ground.

"Miss!" Xiaocui was terrified, rushing to help.

But she couldn’t support her, and seeing Ye Wushang walking away, she shouted, "Hey, are you dead?"

"Can’t you see my lady is in trouble?"

"Come help! Are you even a man…"

"Shut up!"

Ye Wushang barked.

His fierce gaze was almost predatory.

Xiaocui’s tongue shrank, and she dared not speak again.

She was brash and domineering; Ye Wushang, though he never hit women, had no patience for her.

But the lady’s condition was dire—especially after being wounded by Langya Grass. If not treated quickly, her life was in danger!

He took a deep breath, hurried forward to help, but suddenly paused.

"Well, don’t just stand there! Help my lady…"

"Apologize."

Xiaocui frowned, "What did you say?"

"Apologize, and I’ll help her."

"You!"

Xiaocui was furious.

But seeing the lady’s worsening state, she could only grit her teeth and nod, "Fine, sorry, okay?"

"You’re so petty for a man…"

"Move!"

Ye Wushang growled, pushing her aside.

He helped the lady lie down, quickly took her pulse, and his brows relaxed.

Fortunately, this area’s Langya Grass wasn’t highly toxic, and it hadn’t been in her system long.

If the poison was expelled quickly, she’d be fine.

He immediately took out his silver needles, ready to act, but Xiaocui panicked, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Acupuncture, to save her. Is there a problem?" Ye Wushang glared coldly.

Xiaocui was uneasy, stammering, "My lady was just pricked, does she really need acupuncture?"

"Do you think you’re a doctor? If anything happens to her, I’ll…"

"Then you handle it yourself. I won’t interfere."

He prepared to walk away.

Xiaocui quickly stopped him, "No, please, don’t!"

"You… are you sure you can do it?"

"What’s wrong with my lady?"

Ye Wushang ignored her, taking out silver needles and piercing the Tianhuai point on the head and the Bailing point on the waist.

At the same time, he infused spiritual energy into the needles, letting it penetrate her body.

Soon, the lady’s body began to convulse, even foaming at the mouth.

"You bastard, are you trying to kill her?"

Xiaocui was alarmed, even knowing Ye Wushang’s temper was bad.

But she mustered her courage, rushing over to pull him away.

At that moment, the previously unconscious lady suddenly opened her eyes.

And the bleeding stopped.

Her pale face flushed with color.

"Miss," Xiaocui hugged her, concerned, "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine, much better," the lady waved her hand, slowly rising to her feet, looking at Ye Wushang, pursing her lips, "Thank you, sir. If not for you…"

"It was nothing, don’t mention it," Ye Wushang shook his head, expression indifferent, and turned to leave.

At the bend, he turned back and said, "Langya Grass is poisonous. Its toxicity varies with the environment. I don’t know what you intend to do with it, but if you want it whole, or want to avoid injury, it’s best to take it with soil attached."

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