Volume One, Chapter 16: Yin-Yang Balance? No, Shatter the Balance!

Outside the door.

Liu Chengye paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, his heart pounding in his throat.

Inside the main hall, Doctor Wang and a group of physicians lingered, their faces etched with sighs and expressions of pity mixed with disdain.

“Alas, Master Liu has truly been overwhelmed by despair this time.”

“That young lad has been inside for so long; I fear Miss Liu has already... alas!”

“Foolishness! Utter foolishness! He’s destroyed the delicate balance we painstakingly maintained. Now, even immortals couldn’t save her!”

Doctor Wang’s face was filled with sorrow. He was already preparing how to comfort the poor father when the moment came.

At that moment—

*Creak.*

The tightly closed door swung open.

Ye Xuan emerged inside, his expression calm.

All eyes immediately fixed upon him.

Doctor Wang sprang forward with urgency, anguish filling his voice, “Young man! What have you done to Miss Liu? Is she... is she...?”

But before he could finish, he suddenly froze.

A warmth—a vitality—was slowly flowing out from the crack in the door.

How could this be?

That room had felt like a frozen abyss just moments ago!

Before anyone could react, Liu Chengye burst inside frantically.

The next second—

“Ahhh!”

A scream, wild with overwhelming joy and shattering the heart, echoed from within.

Then came Liu Chengye’s incoherent sobbing.

“Xue’er! My Xue’er! Your face... your face has color! You’re not dead! You’re really not dead!”

“Doctor! Doctor, please!”

Boom!

Those words struck the heads of every doctor in the hall like a thunderclap from the heavens.

They were stunned.

Eyes wide, mouths agape as if to swallow an egg, their faces were etched with endless shock and disbelief.

Alive?

Miss Liu, whom they had all condemned to death, was alive?

Saved by that scruffy youth?

Was this an illusion?

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Amid the dazed gazes, Liu Chengye stumbled out, grabbed Ye Xuan’s hand, and without a word, tried to kneel.

“Sir! You are the rebirth of the Liu family! Please accept my bow!”

Ye Xuan frowned slightly, gently lifting his arm with a subtle force that made it impossible for Liu Chengye to kneel.

“Master Liu, there’s no need for this,” Ye Xuan said calmly. “Your daughter’s life has only been temporarily preserved.”

Liu Chengye’s face flushed with excitement, words tumbling out incoherently. “Preserved! That’s all that matters! Sir, you say what more is needed! Whatever it takes, I, Liu Chengye, would gladly walk through fire and water!”

“The cold toxin has already penetrated deeply; it cannot be cured overnight.”

Ye Xuan’s gaze swept over the stunned physicians, his voice clear to each ear.

“From now on, I will need to perform acupuncture on her once a day for seven consecutive days to expel most of the toxin. Afterward, with herbal medicine to warm and nurture her, she may recover within a month.”

“So, I’m afraid I’ll be imposing on your household for a few days.”

“Imposing? Sir, you speak out of turn!”

Liu Chengye was overjoyed. “Having you stay here is a blessing earned over eight generations of my family! I will have the best guest room prepared immediately! No, I’ll have you stay at my lakeside villa!”

As he spoke, he hurried back to the room. Watching his daughter lying peacefully on the bed, her complexion restored to a rosy hue, the iron-willed man could no longer hold back his tears. He took a towel and warm water to gently wipe the black stains from her face.

Ye Xuan turned and descended the steps, facing the group of physicians.

At this moment, the two or three dozen renowned doctors of Yun’an City looked at Ye Xuan with completely changed eyes.

Gone was their contempt and disdain.

Only awe, shock, and deep curiosity remained.

Doctor Wang’s lips trembled for a long moment before he stepped forward and bowed deeply to Ye Xuan.

“Sir... no, Great Doctor! Please accept my bow!”

“I was previously blind to true talent and have offended you greatly. I beg your forgiveness!”

He even attempted to kneel.

“Doctor Wang, you flatter me,” Ye Xuan raised his hand to steady him.

“To err is human.”

Doctor Wang’s face flushed deeply, then, with eyes almost reverent, he cautiously asked, “May I ask, Great Doctor, regarding Miss Liu’s cold marrow disease—though we exhaust all warming methods, we can only delay its progress. How is it that you have... you have such a thunderous technique to reverse it?”

“Would you enlighten us? So that we, mere frogs at the bottom of the well, might broaden our horizons!”

This question voiced the inner thoughts of all the doctors.

They scratched their heads, unable to comprehend, for this completely contradicted the medical principles they had devoted their lives to.

Ye Xuan met their eager gazes, lips curling into a barely perceptible smile.

He was willing to say more because, despite their conservatism, these men had decent medical ethics according to the thick case files, and were not wicked.

More importantly, he needed to cement his reputation as the “Divine Doctor” throughout Yun’an City through their voices.

“Your thinking is flawed.”

Ye Xuan stood with hands behind his back, his voice steady yet seemingly imbued with a certain magic.

“The cold marrow toxin is profoundly yin and frigid, like a festering sore attached to the bone. Your warming methods are but scratching an itch through the shoe—merely prolonging life but unable to shake its root. When the toxin accumulates too deeply, even immortals cannot save.”

The doctors nodded in agreement; this matched their judgment.

“Then... what do you propose, Great Doctor?” Doctor Wang pressed.

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Ye Xuan smiled faintly.

“To combat such a deeply yin and cold force, warming is less effective than a fierce assault.”

“What I employ is the method of yang overcoming yin, of strength breaking softness.”

“Using the nine palaces as a foundation, a pure yang formation is set, then with a specially crafted ‘Nine Palaces Returning Yang Needle’ as a guide, I forcibly pry open the last trace of yang vital energy within her, causing it to explode instantly and collide head-on with the cold toxin.”

“This method is called... ‘Break to Rebuild, Life from Death.’”

After this explanation, the hall fell into silence.

All the doctors stood dumbfounded, repeating the phrase “Break to Rebuild, Life from Death” in their minds, their eyes flickering between confusion and terrifying brilliance.

Yang overcoming yin?

Forcibly igniting yang energy?

This was a method only a madman would dare conceive!

A slight miscalculation, and the yin and yang would clash, causing the patient to explode on the spot!

“But... but this yin-yang balance...” a doctor instinctively argued.

Ye Xuan glanced at him.

“Balance?”

“There is only yin left in her body, no yang. Where is the balance?”

“To save her, you must first artificially create a storm inside her body strong enough to tear everything apart!”

“Of course, the force, timing, and acupuncture points must be precise to the millimeter—any mistake means life or death. Without absolute control, this method is tantamount to murder.”

“Do you all understand?”

Understand?

It seemed they did, yet they did not.

But they knew one thing:

This young man’s medical skill had far surpassed their realm of understanding!

It was a level they could neither grasp nor attain!

“I see... I see now!” Doctor Wang sighed deeply, his face full of both despair and admiration.

“Hearing your words is worth more than reading ten years’ books! No, a hundred years’ books!”

“We have been like frogs at the bottom of a well, stagnating and almost endangering Miss Liu’s life. Truly... shame on us! Shame on us!”

All the doctors bowed respectfully to Ye Xuan, sincerely convinced.

Ye Xuan watched the scene calmly.

Everything was under control!