RYEY -Chapter 347 Nothing to Gain

“Was the pain on Wu Fan’s body real?”

A flash of viciousness flickered in Wu Shangen’s eyes. He blinked hard. From the guard captain’s angle, it even looked as if Wu Shangen was rolling his eyes.

“Your body and your throat were originally fine. It was only after you ran out last night that things became abnormal.”

Wu Shangen blinked.

“You went to Ye Jun’s place, planning to take revenge, didn’t you?”

Another blink.

“And you were badly dealt with by Ye Jun.”

Wu Shangen closed his eyes. It wasn’t Ye Jun.

“Not Ye Jun? Then it must have been his disciple, Cheng Qiao, who turned you into this.”

Wu Shangen tried to take a deep breath, but even such a simple action was impossible. Helplessly, he blinked again. He had never imagined that he would fall at the hands of a woman.

“Other than not being able to speak and not being able to move your limbs, is there anything else that feels uncomfortable? Pain, or an all-over discomfort?”

Wu Shangen didn’t want to respond anymore and simply closed his eyes. Since he couldn’t die even if he wanted to, he might as well wait for death. Suddenly, a sharp cramping pain hit his stomach. Not long after, a foul stench spread through the air.

The guard captain’s heart tightened. He knew Wu Shangen had probably soiled himself—but who knew whether the smell coming off him might be poisonous gas?

He grabbed Wu Hongxin and bolted out, slamming the door shut behind them. Wu Shangen’s face turned purple-red. He had soiled his pants, and there was no way for him to clean it up himself.

“Take me to Ye Jun. I want to see him once,” Wu Hongxin spoke again.

The guard captain hesitated. The old chief had injuries—on the surface they were healed, but whenever the wind changed, it rained, or the seasons shifted, the old wounds would ache so badly he couldn’t sleep.

Ye Jun had just returned to his office and was about to write a report when Wu Hongxin came in. Seeing him, Ye Jun quickly stood up and thoughtfully pulled over a chair for Wu Hongxin to sit.

“My knee’s been acting up lately,” Wu Hongxin said. “Sometimes it hurts so much I can’t even bend it.”

Ye Jun immediately took out a pulse pillow. His fingers lightly rested on Wu Hongxin’s wrist as he closed his eyes. In truth, Ye Jun knew Wu Hongxin’s condition inside out—one box of Cheng Qiao’s health-preserving pills would basically cure it.

But who was Wu Hongxin? Did Ye Jun dare give him those pills? If Wu Hongxin took them and his chronic cold knee was cured, those pills would definitely be sent to specialized departments for inspection.

Even if the pills were tested ten thousand times, no problems would be found—whether the medicinal ingredients or the formula, everything strictly followed traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions.

The problem was that with the same pills, others might see no effect, or only minimal effects—yet the ones Ye Jun took out worked remarkably well. If that didn’t arouse suspicion, nothing would.

That would not only bring trouble upon himself, but might even endanger Cheng Qiao. Ye Jun would never do such a thing. Though he had cured some patients recently, those patients were either descendants of close friends or people who had helped him in the past.

Even though a few loose-lipped individuals had spread word of the effects, at least the medicine had already been taken, leaving no trace behind. At worst, people would just think his medical skills had improved another notch.

Thinking this through, Ye Jun’s lips curved slightly.

“The old chief’s knee joint was injured. Even though the wound healed, the nerves haven’t fully recovered, so it hurts when there’s expansion from heat or contraction from cold.”

“I’ve heard several people took your medicine and were completely cured,” Wu Hongxin said. “What kind of pills are so effective? Can you show them to me?”

Ye Jun nodded and took out some pills from the glass cabinet behind him. These medicines were produced by factories—entirely legitimate, with no tricks involved.

The guard captain quickly took the pills in hand. Ye Jun didn’t mind at all. He suggested Wu Hongxin lie down on the bed so he could perform acupuncture to at least relieve the pain.

Wu Hongxin slowly lay down. Ye Jun moved swiftly, inserting the needles with precision. The guard captain stood to the side, eyes unblinking, but inwardly he gave Ye Jun a thumbs-up.

Truly a master physician of his generation—whether it was technique or speed, none of the doctors above could compare. And Wu Hongxin even showed a relaxed smile.

“Ye Jun, Cheng Qiao is in her second year of university now, right? When she graduates, is she planning to come work with you?”

“Yes. The little girl is already a sophomore. When she graduates, I don’t know whether she’ll be willing to come here. We’ll talk about it then.”

“Why not come work with me instead? I could recommend her as the personal physician for us old fellows.”

A hint of anxiety rose in Ye Jun’s heart. Being a dedicated physician on that so-called mountain would indeed be a great honor—but Cheng Qiao was different. She had secrets, and her aspirations weren’t tied to that brilliant, towering mountain.

“Thank you for the old chief’s appreciation. I’ll discuss it with Cheng Qiao. How do you feel now?”

“A true miracle doctor. When you act, results show immediately. My leg doesn’t feel so cold anymore. By the way—can that Wu Shangen still be saved?”

Ye Jun sneered inwardly. Here it was. Wu Hongxin wasn’t really concerned about Wu Shangen—what he cared about was the secret that could turn Wu Shangen into a cripple.

“Wu Shangen? Isn’t he locked up in a cell? What happened?”

Wu Hongxin choked. He’d planned to catch Ye Jun off guard, but instead he’d been outmaneuvered. The guard captain quickly stepped in to smooth things over, recounting everything that had happened to Wu Fan and Wu Shangen.

Ye Jun cooperated fully, his mouth hanging open as if hearing something like this for the first time, clearly struggling to process it. When he heard that Wu Shangen had even soiled himself, his eyes widened in shock.

Wu Hongxin watched Ye Jun’s facial expressions the whole time. But Ye Jun’s reactions were too genuine, which only made Wu Hongxin anxious. It seemed he would have to talk to Ye Chengying.

“Well, Ye Jun, actually the Wu family’s verdict has already been issued—just a matter of a day or two now. You don’t need to take it too much to heart. I should head back; if I don’t, my own doctor will start panicking.”

Ye Jun cursed inwardly. Take it to heart? To hell with that. So many priceless treasures of his own ancestors had been embezzled by the Wu family. He wished they’d die sooner rather than later. But on his face, he wore a polite smile as he saw Wu Hongxin out.

That very night, Ye Chengying received a call from Wu Hongxin. The moment he heard that Wu Hongxin was asking for medicine, his entire body went on high alert.

Back then, Ye Jun had mailed him two pills, saying they could snatch someone back from the King of Hell. Ye Chengying trusted his younger brother completely. So when his old leader was on the brink of death, one pill saved the man’s life.

The remaining pill was carefully stored in the safe in his study. At the same time, he contacted Ye Jun again and obtained some health-preserving pills.

Ye Jun was generous, giving him dozens of pills, but with one condition: the medicine was to be used only on family members, or on people who had shown great kindness to the family—so no one could make an issue out of it.

Ye Chengying understood his brother’s meaning perfectly. That was why every time he gave out a pill, he would personally watch the recipient take it before leaving—and he would never say a single unnecessary word.