Chapter 42

Ye Rongtian was worried about his father's condition. After making a promise to Wang Ge, he immediately said to Mu Yuanjie, "Yuanjie, since there's a problem with the Feipeng grass's medicinal properties... what should we do now?"

Mu Yuanjie replied, "Brother Rongtian, don't worry, I'll contact my father right away."

As he spoke, Mu Yuanjie lifted his communication watch. Wang Ge noticed that the watch face was inlaid with fine diamonds, like a sky full of stars, clearly very valuable. It seemed that being a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner was a lucrative profession.

Mu Yuanjie's communication watch was not only elegant in appearance but also much more powerful than Wang Ge's. It projected a virtual light screen, which initially showed a mosaic but quickly became clear, as if the person were right in front of them.

The person on the screen was an old man, who actually didn't look old, just a middle-aged man around forty. However, the沧桑 (沧桑 means "weathered" or "worldly-wise") look on his face made him seem at least fifty. His features were ordinary, lacking the superior aura of Ye Rongtian. Instead, he gave off a gentle and kind demeanor, making people feel close to him.

As soon as the old man appeared, he immediately asked, "Yuanjie, is your Uncle Ye's condition under control?"

"Dad..." Mu Yuanjie explained the situation with a sense of shame. Although it was embarrassing for a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, Mu Yuanjie didn't hide anything, which made Wang Ge nod in approval. It seemed that the Mu family father and son were true gentlemen.

"What..." Medicine King Mu Qingshan's eyes widened. On the screen, he saw a mutated Persian cat lying in a pool of blood, and the Feipeng grass was happily undulating in the blood, with blood lines faintly visible in its veins.

Mu Qingshan narrowed his eyes, as if deep in thought.

Mu Yuanjie didn't dare to disturb him or hang up the call, so he only gave Ye Rongtian a look, signaling him to wait patiently.

Ye Rongtian nodded. His father, Ye Xiu, was critically ill. Although Western medicine could treat him, the methods were too aggressive, and he feared his father couldn't withstand them. Traditional Chinese medicine was much gentler, and among the practitioners, Medicine King Mu Qingshan was the most trustworthy. He could only wait for Mu Qingshan's advice.

Wang Ge was the most relaxed person present. He had confirmed his hypothesis, and Ye Rongtian had given him a promise. This trip had been very fruitful, and now he just needed to wait. In his mind, Wang Ge was already thinking about the next day, planning to buy a new optical brain for his sister with the reward money.

After a while, Mu Qingshan slowly opened his eyes and said to Mu Yuanjie, "Yuanjie, where is the young man who deduced the medicinal properties of the Feipeng grass?"

"Ah, he's here!" Mu Yuanjie quickly walked to Wang Ge's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him so that Mu Qingshan could see Wang Ge.

Wang Ge was taken aback; he never expected Mu Qingshan to want to speak to him, a nobody. But since he was face-to-face with the Medicine King, Wang Ge managed a smile, "Mr. Mu, it's me."

"Young man, since you can deduce the medicinal properties of the Feipeng grass, why don't you boldly recommend a substitute herb that can correct the previous error?" Mu Qingshan looked deeply at Wang Ge, and even through the virtual image, Wang Ge could feel the expectation in his eyes.

"I can't say that with confidence. I dropped out of high school and am just a self-taught person," Wang Ge quickly waved his hands. He didn't dare to speak recklessly, as he feared that if his suggestion was adopted and something went wrong, it could cost the Ye family's patient his life. He had just managed to extricate himself from responsibility and didn't want to get involved again.

"A self-taught person who can deduce the correct medicinal properties of the Feipeng grass is far better than those of us with formal training!" Mu Qingshan shook his head. "Young man, although you lack theory, you have ample practice, so don't undervalue yourself. To be honest, I already have an idea, but I want to hear your opinion as a confirmation. It's fine if you're wrong."

Hearing this, Ye Rongtian couldn't help but frown. "My father is still ill, Uncle Mu, even if you have a fondness for talent, you shouldn't be so hasty, right?"

But Ye Rongtian didn't dare to offend Mu Qingshan. Moreover, Wang Ge's recent performance had given him some confidence. So, Ye Rongtian said, "Friend, since Uncle Mu asked you, just speak your mind. It's fine if you're wrong."

Originally, Ye Rongtian had completely ignored Wang Ge, even when Wang Ge stood right in front of him. But now, after Wang Ge's experiment with the Feipeng grass, which indirectly saved Ye Xiu's life, Ye Rongtian finally took him seriously, even addressing him as "friend."

But that was as far as it went. Otherwise, he wouldn't have even bothered to ask Wang Ge's name.

Since Ye Rongtian had spoken, Wang Ge had no choice but to share his thoughts. He had a bit of an idea about Mu Qingshan's question, but given the vast social gap, he didn't dare to be too ambitious.

This was a rare opportunity to stand out. Wang Ge carefully recalled the herbs he had identified on Gele Mountain and took a deep breath. "If Mr. Mu needs the Feipeng grass for its qi-replenishing properties, then the Babaguo mushroom can be a substitute. If it's for calming the mind and stopping shock, the Hanxin leaf can be used. If it's for strengthening yang, I recommend the Qingtian ginseng."

A normal person is shaped like a "大" (big), while a person in a certain condition is shaped like a "太" (great).

The Qingtian ginseng is shaped like a "太" (great), with a single pillar supporting the sky, making it the best for strengthening yang.

Apart from the Qingtian ginseng, the other two are ordinary herbs. Can they really replace the Feipeng grass to treat serious illnesses? Mu Yuanjie couldn't help but frown, thinking that this young man was indeed a self-taught person, and the Feipeng grass incident was probably just a lucky guess.

Mu Qingshan pondered for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Good! It's even more suitable than what I had in mind. Truly remarkable! Yuanjie, go and prepare the medicine according to my previous prescription, but use the Hanxin leaf instead of the Feipeng grass."

"…Understood, Dad." Mu Yuanjie was deeply moved. To hear the Medicine King say "truly remarkable" was no small feat. He had been studying medicine with his father since he was five, for a total of thirty years, and had even been rated as a third-level traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, yet he had never received a single word of praise from his father.

Ye Rongtian couldn't help but feel relieved. If the Medicine King was so confident, it should be fine.

At the same time, Ye Rongtian couldn't help but glance at Wang Ge. A young man praised by the Medicine King as "truly remarkable" was no ordinary person. If the Medicine King really took this young man as a disciple, it would be worth cultivating a relationship with him.

The governor of the Mountain City base was a powerful figure, but in the face of illness, he was just an ordinary person.

Having a good doctor was something any powerful person would desire, perhaps even the one who could save their life in the future.

Mu Yuanjie went to prepare the medicine, and Ye Rongtian, though anxious, didn't forget about Wang Ge. His attitude toward Wang Ge had changed significantly, and with a smile, he said kindly, "Friend, it's late. You can rest at the Ye family residence. Let us show you some hospitality."

"This time, you've contributed a lot to treating my father's illness. When there's good news, I'll thank you again!"

Wang Ge knew he was being dragged into this. If Ye Rongtian's father recovered, it would be fine, but if not, he might have to take the blame.

But he had no choice. Life is like a river, and Wang Ge could only nod, "I hope Mr. Ye recovers soon."

Ye Rongtian thanked him and hurried off to see Mu Yuanjie prepare the medicine.

The second steward, skilled at reading his master's mind, immediately put on a warm smile and invited Wang Ge to the guest room.

Wang Ge had already experienced the second steward's "effortless skill." Indeed, everyone has their own way of living. Wang Ge himself was struggling, so he didn't have the heart to look down on the second steward.

After entering the guest room, Wang Ge wanted to contact Wang Fei, as he had never stayed out overnight and feared she would worry.

But he found that the signal was completely blocked. Wang Ge immediately realized that he was essentially under house arrest. There was no way to contact Wang Fei.

If Ye Rongtian's father died, he might be forced to be a sacrificial offering!

Shaking his head, Wang Ge lay down on the bed, feeling helpless and resentful at the thought of his fate being controlled by others.

Why should I be at the mercy of others, just because I was born to parents like mine?

In the underground boxing ring, it was like this, and at the Ye family residence, it was the same... The reason for this was that he was too weak, too weak to even protect his sister, let alone survive himself!

No!

I will live with my head held high!

I will seize every opportunity, even if it means not being choosy, to make myself stronger!

Only then can I... see my sister's big, watery eyes, her pitiful little face when she does something wrong, and her smiling face when she sleeps.

If Ye Rongtian's father is successfully treated this time, I will seize this opportunity and become a disciple of Medicine King Mu Qingshan!

If it doesn't work... Wang Ge walked to the door, opened it, and stuck his head out, only to be bounced back by an invisible wall. White light flashed in the air, forming a cage-like structure. The white light disappeared as if it had never been there.

Indeed, the entire room was trapped in a "Holy Light Cage"!

Wang Ge knew this meant he had no chance of escape. He tightly held his communication watch, the only thing he had to contact Wang Fei.

If something really happened, he would crush the watch and swallow it.

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