Wenmao Villa!
A sleek black luxury car drove up and finally came to a stop at the entrance of the villa.
Shen Qing and Xiao Yuyan got out of the car. Guided by a villa servant, they walked deep into the estate and finally met Jiang Wenmao in the garden.
"Elder Jiang."
A gentle smile appeared on Jiang Wenmao's face. "My young friend Shen, please have a seat."
"Yesterday, thanks to Mr. Shen stepping in to save this old life of mine, otherwise I might never have woken up again!"
Shen Qing smiled. "Elder Jiang is blessed with great fortune and would have been fine even without my intervention."
"For young friend Shen to possess such exceptional medical skills at such a tender age, may I ask which miraculous doctor is your master?" Jiang Wenmao asked, curiosity burning in his heart.
He had already heard the specific details of yesterday from his subordinates; Shen Qing had actually managed to sober him up under those circumstances, a feat of truly astonishing medical prowess.
Shen Qing replied, "My teacher is just a country woman from the mountains, not worth mentioning."
Seeing that Shen Qing was reluctant to speak further, Jiang Wenmao did not press the matter.
He gave a subtle glance, and a nearby servant immediately placed a black box in front of Shen Qing.
The box was opened, and inside lay a wild ginseng root.
"This is an eighty-year-old wild ginseng root. I hope young friend Shen will not look down on it!" Jiang Wenmao laughed.
Shen Qing's eyes lit up slightly.
"Since it is a gift from Elder Jiang, I won't stand on ceremony." Shen Qing accepted it without hesitation.
The conversation between the old man and the young man was extremely harmonious. Jiang Wenmao occasionally probed Shen Qing, trying to find out his background, but Shen Qing easily deflected every attempt.
At that moment, a servant walked in from outside.
"Master, Yang Ping from the Yang Family is here to see you."
"Show him in," Jiang Wenmao said.
Yang Ping?
Shen Qing and Xiao Yuyan exchanged glances, both of their eyes filled with surprise. They hadn't expected Yang Ping to turn up here as well.
Soon, the servant led Yang Ping in, accompanied by an old man with gray hair and a beard.
Yang Ping bowed respectfully to Jiang Wenmao. "Elder Jiang."
Yang Ping quickly spotted Shen Qing and Xiao Yuyan. When enemies meet, their eyes turn red with hatred, and his expression instantly twisted into a sneer.
"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to run right into you here, Shen Qing."
"I came here today specifically to introduce a doctor to Elder Jiang!"
"This is the miraculous doctor Alimu from Miaojiang. I know Elder Jiang has been in poor health, so I made a special trip to invite miraculous doctor Alimu here!"
Yang Ping smiled faintly. "Miraculous doctor Alimu is very famous in Miaojiang, hailed as a divine healer by many locals. With miraculous doctor Alimu stepping in, I'm certain he can help you, Elder Jiang!"
Oh?
Jiang Wenmao was slightly surprised, his gaze falling upon Alimu.
Alimu wore a mysterious, unfathomable smile like a true master of the esoteric arts, and his poised demeanor naturally inspired trust.
Jiang Wenmao hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.
"Very well."
"Since it's a gesture of goodwill from you, Yang Ping, I'll give it a try!" Jiang Wenmao agreed.
A look of excitement washed over Yang Ping's face, and he shot Shen Qing a provocative look.
"Shen Qing, your medical skills are supposedly quite good. Why don't you have a contest with miraculous doctor Alimu?"
"Of course, if you don't dare, just say so. After all, miraculous doctor Alimu is a supreme master of medicine, so it's only natural for you to feel inferior," Yang Ping said, resorting straight to a provocation.
Such a blatant provocation made Shen Qing sneer inwardly.
"Fine! I am never afraid of a challenge, but if you lose, what then?" Shen Qing asked.
Yang Ping laughed heartily. "If I lose, I will give you five million. But if you lose, I want you to leave Pingjiang for good!"
A sharp glint flashed in Yang Ping's eyes as he spoke those words.
His objective was clearly to drive Shen Qing out of Pingjiang!
"It's a deal!" Shen Qing showed no sign of cowardice.
Yang Ping was beside himself with excitement, as if he could already picture the pathetic sight of Shen Qing fleeing Pingjiang in defeat after losing.
Beside them, Xiao Yuyan looked worried. "Junior brother, isn't the stakes for this bet a bit too high?"
Shen Qing flashed a mysterious smile. "Don't worry, I'm going to win."
He cast a deep look at Alimu, a sharp light surging in his eyes.
The group then moved indoors, and Alimu began treating Jiang Wenmao.
Alimu had Jiang Wenmao lie down on the bed and take off his shirt.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Alimu retrieved his portable medical kit and took out various jars and bottles.
"Watch closely, miraculous doctor Alimu is starting!" Yang Ping gloated, his attitude brimming with supreme confidence.
Alimu walked up to Jiang Wenmao, poured out medicinal powder from a bottle, and began applying it to Jiang Wenmao's body while chanting under his breath, sounding as though he were reciting incantations.
"Is he a shaman doctor?" Xiao Yuyan gasped in astonishment.
"That's right. Miraculous doctor Alimu is an orthodox shaman doctor from Miaojiang, well-versed in ancient incantations and capable of using spells combined with medicinal powder for treatment."
"His shaman lineage has been passed down for five hundred years, and miraculous doctor Alimu is the sixty-fourth generation successor of this lineage," Yang Ping introduced proudly.
As they spoke, Alimu had already used the medicinal powder to draw intricate, arcane runes all over Jiang Wenmao's body.
These runes covered Jiang Wenmao's upper body, looking extremely mystical.
As he chanted incantations and drew the runes with his hands, the complex and arcane chanting echoed continuously through the room.
Then, an astonishing sight unfolded: as Alimu kept chanting, the runes actually began to undergo subtle changes.
"You see that? This is the capability of miraculous doctor Alimu!" Yang Ping said excitedly, throwing a provocative glare at Shen Qing.
Shen Qing was also slightly surprised, but his expression quickly turned strange.
Xiao Yuyan, standing nearby, felt a twinge of anxiety. The shamanistic treatment displayed by Alimu looked utterly miraculous—could Shen Qing possibly win against that?
An hour later, Alimu's treatment finally concluded.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he said, "Today's treatment is complete. Ten more sessions will be needed after this, and by then, Mr. Jiang's condition will be mostly healed!"
Jiang Wenmao sat up on the bed after putting his shirt back on, a look of surprise on his face. "The effect of miraculous doctor Alimu's shamanistic treatment is indeed remarkable. I feel much lighter!"
Yang Ping laughed out loud. "Shen Qing, you saw it yourself. Even Elder Jiang has said so. What objection could you possibly have now?"
He looked utterly triumphant, as if victory was already in his grasp.
A worried expression surfaced on Xiao Yuyan's face.
Yet at that very moment, Shen Qing let out a cold laugh.
"What miraculous doctor? It's nothing more than a deceptive trick."
"This isn't shamanistic treatment at all!"
What?
As soon as those words were uttered, the atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.
Yang Ping roared with laughter. "What are you spouting nonsense for, Shen Qing? Even Elder Jiang has acknowledged the effectiveness of miraculous doctor Alimu's treatment, and now you're objecting?"
"I'd say you're truly arrogant and ignorant. Miraculous doctor Alimu is the heir to an orthodox shaman lineage—what on earth makes you think you are anything by comparison?"