RYEY -Chapter 485 Awakening of the Supernatural Ability

The elderly woman across from them was also meditating, unaware that a pair of eyes were on her. When Cheng Qiao saw that the woman’s stomach was tinged green, her heart skipped a beat.

The woman’s stomach had cancer. Cheng Qiao realized that her eyes could not only see inside the body but could also detect illnesses automatically by observing the colors within.

Black indicated old injuries, white signified deadly poison, green represented cancer—what did the other colors mean? Just as Cheng Qiao prepared to focus on the man sitting opposite the elderly woman, a cool sensation swept over her eyes, and she could see nothing.

It turned out that the “qi” in her body could no longer sustain itself, and her vision returned to normal. Cheng Qiao opened her eyes and immediately saw the elderly man and the child opposite her, both staring at her anxiously.

“Mom, how do you feel?”

Li Nuan, noticing Cheng Qiao’s eyes open, quickly snuggled close. Cheng Qiao smiled and nodded. She truly had awakened her supernatural ability—she had become a supernatural being with a space.

“I feel great.”

Li Nuan: “…” What does ‘great’ mean? Mom’s answer is so half-hearted.

“How about you? Do you feel anything?”

Ye Jun also spoke.

“Yes, I feel it. Everything is connected now.”

A smile spread across Ye Jun’s face. This was the disciple he had taken in—so outstanding. At less than thirty years old, she had already unblocked all the meridians in her body. Truly remarkable.

“Mom, when will I be like you?”

Li Nuan had been learning skills alongside Ye Jing under Ye Jun’s guidance. Qi practice was a must, but no matter how much she tried, she could never feel the presence of “qi” and was on the verge of losing confidence.

“Take your time, Nuan. You were such a weak girl when you were born, but look at you now—you could probably beat a grown man, right?”

Li Nuan nodded. Her mother was right: skills must be learned gradually, one step at a time. She mustn’t be impatient or try to rush progress.

The family went to the dining car for lunch, then returned to their previous sleeper. The twins and Ye Jun prepared for a nap, while Cheng Qiao lay on the small bed, pulled the curtain around her, entered her space, and began practicing qi.

Having her space was wonderful—the spiritual energy here was abundant, perfect for qi cultivation. Soon, Cheng Qiao felt intense pain all over her body, with traces of blood appearing.

She quickly directed her “qi” to her eyes to inspect her body. She realized that all the tiny meridians in her body had ruptured, bleeding, but under the flow of qi, the ruptures were being healed.

As the qi flow grew faster and stronger, the meridians repeatedly ruptured and repaired themselves. Cheng Qiao clenched her teeth, enduring unbearable pain while also reveling in the joy of continuous growth.

After two days, the train finally reached the capital. She had expected no one to meet them, but Ye Chengying had arrived with guards. He had no choice—Ye Jun had been away too long, and when many couldn’t find Ye Jun, they came to him.

“You’re finally back. If you hadn’t returned, I would have run away too.”

“Who came looking for you? You look so scared.”

“Those few people again. I really don’t understand—they know I can’t even treat illnesses, so why bother me?”

Ye Chengying gestured, and Ye Jun understood, though he felt a bit annoyed. It was just a common cold, not a terminal illness. They were overprotective of their own lives.

“Li Huan and Cheng Qiao are here too. Great, things are lively again.”

Ye Chengying was pleased to see Li Huan and Cheng Qiao—they were a perfect match, a true couple. Just looking at their attractive faces was comforting.

“Uncle Ye, you look well.”

Hearing Li Huan praise his complexion, Ye Chengying was pleased. The health pills Cheng Qiao had developed were indeed effective—one pill worked, two could cure many ailments, and he wondered if three could make one immortal.

“So Cheng Qiao is back for the exams, right?”

Ye Jun nodded. He had already arranged with the president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine University: Cheng Qiao wouldn’t need to take written exams for graduation or medical licensing.

Written tests would be a waste for Cheng Qiao. Memorization can score high for any medical student, but without real-world experience, no matter how much you memorize, it’s useless.

Hence, fifty patients had been gathered. Some had minor ailments, others severe; some were easy to treat, others complicated.

The president had visited dozens of hospitals to find these fifty patients but still didn’t meet his requirements. Even the difficult cases were likely trivial for Cheng Qiao.

Finally, the president devised a plan: the last patient actually had no illness, just to test how Cheng Qiao would handle treatment.

As for grading: curing 60% of the fifty patients (thirty people) counted as passing; 70% was considered average; 80% was excellent; 90% meant entry into the elite medical circle.

If Cheng Qiao cured 100%, she would become a true medical saint, recognized by the state, the pinnacle of the medical world—a first in history.

“Cheng Qiao, I can tell you now: your exam is practical treatment. The president has prepared fifty patients with varying conditions. Think carefully.”

Cheng Qiao was surprised her master hadn’t told her sooner—such a critical matter left unmentioned. It proved Ye Jun’s fairness.

“When does the exam start?”

“Tomorrow. Day one, thirty patients; day two and three, ten patients each. Three days in total.”

No time to study, even though the two children had school the next day. Her schedule was packed.

“Alright. Let’s have dinner first. Tonight, I’ll inform the president that you’ve arrived.”

“Notify the patients with the mildest conditions first—the exam should go from easy to hard.”

“Understood.”

Li Nuan and Ye Jing listened quietly, worried about whether their mother could handle fifty patients, from mild to severe.

Especially Ye Jing, who could treat minor ailments but struggled with more serious conditions.

Cheng Qiao comforted them, lightly patting their heads, her expression relaxed. The awakening of her supernatural ability on the train had given her enough confidence.

She would first treat patients with her normal skills and only use her supernatural ability when facing truly difficult cases.