Chapter 41

"Oh, what's the problem?" Ye Rongtian finally spoke. The moment he opened his mouth, his imposing presence dissipated, and Wang Ge immediately felt the pressure lessen, as if the无形 pressure Ye Rongtian had brought was far greater than the Second Steward's eagle claw hand.

"Regarding the Feipeng Grass, I once looked up information online. It says that Feipeng Grass is a medicinal herb that replenishes vital energy, calms the spirit, stops palpitations, and strengthens the yang." Wang Ge organized his thoughts and said calmly, "But according to my appraisal, the medicinal properties of this Feipeng Grass are not like that."

Mu Yuanjie couldn't help but sneer, "Then what are your appraisal results?"

"I've been in the illegal harvesting business for five years, and dealing with herbs for a long time has given me some knowledge of their medicinal properties." Wang Ge was fabricating the reason for his ability, and because his demeanor was natural, he even felt that this was the truth: "I accepted this 50,000 solar coin bounty task and searched on Gele Mountain for a whole day without any results. So I decided to try my luck at Sifeng Mountain, and I could also poach while I was there, as I am also a poacher.

"At that time, I was hiding in the grass, watching a battle between a bugman and a mutated hedgehog. The bugman killed the mutated hedgehog, and its blood flowed all over the ground. At that moment, something strange happened. I saw a Feipeng Grass plant fly in on the wind and land in the pool of blood.

"I thought it was a coincidence at first, but upon closer reflection, I noticed that the Feipeng Grass retracted its feather-like leaves when it landed, clearly on purpose. So I had a hunch: Could the Feipeng Grass have flown there specifically for the mutated hedgehog's blood?"

"Ridiculous. If what you say is true, wouldn't the Feipeng Grass be a vampire?" Mu Yuanjie sneered, as the Feipeng Grass was the most crucial part of the prescription, which his father had personally written. He certainly couldn't believe Wang Ge.

Wang Ge ignored him and continued, "If my hypothesis is correct, then the Feipeng Grass can absorb the essence from the blood of mutated beasts. Therefore, its medicinal properties might be to replenish blood and qi, or to nourish the tendons and bones, but definitely not to replenish vital energy, calm the spirit, stop palpitations, or strengthen the yang."

"Nonsense!" Mu Yuanjie's face turned red with anger, and he shouted, "My father is a Level 5 Chinese herbalist, the famous Medicine King Mu Qingshan! How could he be wrong in his appraisal of the Feipeng Grass?"

"Even the wisest can make mistakes. Could it be that Mr. Mu has never made a mistake in his life?" Wang Ge immediately countered, "Moreover, you are a Level 3 Chinese herbalist. Can you confidently say that no plant feeds on blood? And can you confidently say that a blood-feeding plant's medicinal properties are to replenish vital energy, calm the spirit, stop palpitations, and strengthen the yang?"

"This..." Mu Yuanjie was stumped by Wang Ge's words. Of course, there are plants that feed on blood.

For example, there is a mutated plant called Safiran, which can indeed be used as medicine, but as Wang Ge had previously mentioned, it is a great replenisher of blood and qi. If someone loses a lot of blood and takes a medicinal soup made from Safiran, they can recover quickly.

"But how can you be sure that the Feipeng Grass is a blood-feeding plant?" Although Mu Yuanjie idolized his father, his professional rigor as a doctor made him ignore emotional issues and rationally question Wang Ge.

"Actions speak louder than words. Let's do an experiment to see." Wang Ge secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since Mu Yuanjie didn't blindly defend his father's reputation, this was Wang Ge's opportunity.

If Mu Yuanjie had insisted on his own views, Ye Rongtian would definitely have chosen to believe the prescription written by Medicine King Mu Qingshan. If anything happened to the patient afterward, it would have nothing to do with Wang Ge, as he had already stated his concerns.

"Patient's life is paramount, a doctor's reputation is secondary. Since that's the case, let's do the experiment to verify the medicinal properties of the Feipeng Grass." Mu Yuanjie pondered for a moment and then decisively said, turning around and bowing to Ye Rongtian according to ancient etiquette: "Brother Rongtian, please have someone prepare."

Ye Rongtian had been silent all along. The patient was his father, Ye Xiu, the current head of the Ye family.

Regardless of the importance of Ye Xiu as the head of the Ye family, Ye Rongtian and Ye Xiu had a deep father-son relationship, and Ye Rongtian was known as a filial son. Ye Xiu's life was the most important thing to him at the moment.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have issued this black market task in the name of the Ye family, even as the governor of the Mountain City base.

Of course, he was willing to believe Mu Qingshan and Mu Yuanjie. Mu Qingshan had the title of Medicine King and was an old friend of Ye Xiu. But this was a matter of life and death for his father, and he couldn't afford any mistakes.

Even the slightest mistake, Ye Rongtian couldn't bear. If he had considered Mu Yuanjie's face, he would have had the Second Steward strangle Wang Ge when Wang Ge first raised his doubts. But compared to his father's life, nothing else mattered, not even Mu Yuanjie's face.

If it weren't for the long-standing friendship between the two families, Ye Rongtian would have immediately had Wang Ge conduct the experiment. Fortunately, Mu Yuanjie didn't insist on his own views, which made Ye Rongtian secretly relieved.

"Alright, Yuanjie, you are the expert here. Follow your lead." Ye Rongtian, who had already agreed in his heart, still spoke gracefully and then waved to the Second Steward.

The Second Steward withdrew his hand from Wang Ge's neck and quickly left, returning shortly to report to Ye Rongtian, "Young Master, everything is ready."

Without waiting for Ye Rongtian to speak, Mu Yuanjie led the way out, followed closely by Wang Ge and Ye Rongtian. The group quickly arrived at a greenhouse, where tropical plants were grown. The entire greenhouse was covered with thin landscape glass, providing an unobstructed view, making it feel like being in nature.

"Meow..."

It was a sharp cat's meow, but the volume was like a tiger's roar.

Inside an iron cage was a cat the size of a leopard. It was recognizable as a cat because of its distinct Persian cat features: pure white fur, a large round head, a flat face, a wide forehead, small ears, round eyes, a flat nose, a round body due to its long fur, short and thick legs, and a fluffy tail...

And it had one blue and one yellow eye.

This mutated Persian cat was clearly a former pet. Wang Ge had once done a task for a young lady whose mutated Persian cat had run into the mountains during a郊游. At the time, Wang Ge, being weak, could only provide information about where he had seen it, and just that information earned him 100 solar coins.

Out of curiosity, Wang Ge had inquired about the value of a mutated Persian cat that could fetch 100 solar coins for just a piece of information.

The answer was, of course, an astronomical figure. The money Wang Ge had earned from black boxing so far wasn't enough to buy such a mutated Persian cat.

Such a valuable mutated Persian cat being used for an experiment gave Wang Ge a deeper understanding of the Ye family's wealth.

The Second Steward reached into the iron cage, but the mutated Persian cat sensed the danger and bit his finger. The Second Steward, caught off guard, bled despite his fingers being as hard as steel from practicing the eagle claw technique.

"Useless." Ye Rongtian coldly rebuked the Second Steward, who looked ashamed, and then walked over, opened the iron cage, and extended his hand. The mutated Persian cat came out and rubbed its head against Ye Rongtian's fingers, a habit it had developed.

Ye Rongtian gently scratched the top of the mutated Persian cat's head, clearly a gesture he had made before. The mutated Persian cat closed its eyes in comfort.

Once, twice, three times...

On the third stroke, Ye Rongtian suddenly increased the pressure on the mutated Persian cat's head and twisted it, breaking its neck without any reaction. The mutated Persian cat collapsed lifelessly on the ground.

Mu Yuanjie was startled and let out a gasp.

Ye Rongtian smiled bitterly at Mu Yuanjie and shook his head, "Yuanjie, in times of urgency, one must act decisively. For my father, I would willingly sacrifice even my own life, let alone a mere pet."

"Brother Rongtian's filial piety is touching. Uncle Ye will surely recover." Mu Yuanjie, moved by Ye Rongtian's words, quickly comforted him, and the slight disgust he had felt at Ye Rongtian's ruthlessness dissipated.

Wang Ge remained expressionless but gained a new understanding of Ye Rongtian. Ye Rongtian was indeed a filial son, but he must also be a ruthless person.

To make up for his earlier mistake, the Second Steward personally bled the mutated Persian cat and activated the natural wind system in the greenhouse.

Wang Ge opened the scientific collection bag and released the Feipeng Grass. Although it had spent a night in the bag, the Feipeng Grass, which didn't need to root in soil, had not withered. It was very resilient and, after being released, initially curled up on the ground. However, as the smell of blood grew stronger, the Feipeng Grass seemed to become restless.

A gentle breeze blew, and when the Feipeng Grass felt the wind was strong enough, it spread its feather-like leaves and took flight.

Although they had heard Wang Ge's story, Ye Rongtian, Mu Yuanjie, and the others were still stunned to see the Feipeng Grass control its flight direction in the wind and land accurately in the pool of blood from the mutated Persian cat.

When the blood began to rise along the Feipeng Grass's stem, the truth was clear. Mu Yuanjie, with a look of shame, approached Wang Ge and bowed deeply according to ancient etiquette, "Thank you, friend. If you hadn't insisted, my father and I would have made a grave mistake.

"Ruining our reputation is a small matter, but if we, as incompetent doctors, had harmed Uncle Ye, we would never be able to forgive ourselves."

Ye Rongtian's face was pale. Thinking of how his father had nearly died, he felt a deep sense of relief and sincerely thanked Wang Ge, "Thank you, friend. If you ever need anything from the Ye family, we will not refuse!"

[Thank you, Mr. Hongzao, for your generous donation (100x2). Wang Pao will continue to work hard.]

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