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Zhao Ke wore a frown, and upon hearing that a young man was asking to see him, claiming he had found a clue, his first reaction was disbelief.
What kind of ignorant brat dares to come here and waste my time!
“No, no! Get that person out of here! The situation is too urgent right now. If I weren’t so busy, I would definitely give him a good beating!”
At this, an elderly man with white hair and a kind demeanor chuckled softly.
“Old Zhao, why be so irritable? That young fellow might actually have a solution. Besides, us old men sitting here continuing our research is just wasting time. Why not go listen to what he has to say?”
Zhao Ke hesitated. On one hand, he was curious to hear what the young man had to say; on the other hand, his pride made it hard for him to lower himself.
He had invested so much effort without uncovering any clues, yet a mere boy had managed to find something. Zhao Ke felt a twinge of embarrassment creeping in.
He snorted in disdain.
“What does an arrogant brat have to say? Do you really believe him?”
The elderly man stroked his long beard and chuckled again. “Old Zhao, why are you so resistant? Meeting him won’t cost you anything.”
Wang Fu chimed in as well, “Exactly! We’ve been cooped up with patients for so long; it’s just the right time to get some fresh air.”
Zhao Ke remained stubborn. “If you want to go, go ahead! I’m not going!”
Seeing his firm stance, the elderly man shook his head and took a couple of steps forward, inviting the young man to lead the way. Wang Fu sighed and followed suit.
As they left, Zhao Ke felt his face flush with anger.
“Why are you all so easily fooled? A young man with an unknown background says a few words, and you believe him?”
“Hmph! I’ll see how you manage to come back here with your heads held high!”
However, after waiting for a while, Zhao Ke could no longer contain his anxiety and quietly followed them outside.
It would only be for a short while; he would just take a look.
Upon reaching the main hall, Zhao Ke was surprised to find that the scene he had imagined did not unfold as expected. He saw He Jian and Wang Fu joyfully surrounding a stranger with a pockmarked face who held a white porcelain bottle in his hands, engaged in animated conversation.
“Is what you said true? I must try it!”
Caught off guard by their enthusiasm, Zhao Ke bumped into them as he tried to hide. Crossing his arms, he let out a cold snort. “A young brat spouting nonsense—surely you can’t really believe him?”
Wang Fu frowned in dissatisfaction and slowly said, "Old Zhao, you shouldn't speak like that. This young friend is here to help us solve our problem!"
"Solve the problem? Just based on him? I've been studying here for four days and still have no clue. How could he possibly figure anything out? Are you all just toying with me?"
Hao Jian, hearing this, frowned in displeasure. "Old Zhao, you're being too extreme! You must remember that there are always people beyond us, and skies beyond the heavens! Sometimes, just because we old folks can't think of something doesn't mean others can't."
"Oh really? Then I’d like to hear your insights."
He turned his gaze to Qi Xiao, filled with scrutiny and dissatisfaction, seemingly convinced that Qi Xiao was just an arrogant young fool.
Qi Xiao smiled slightly and said, "Senior, you've been working hard for several days without finding the issue. Have you considered the possibility that the root of this illness might not be in the body, but in the soul?"
Zhao Ke scoffed. "Are you trying to say that there's a poison that can invade the soul?"
Qi Xiao nodded hesitantly. "It must be poison; however, the problem lies with the soul—that much is certain."
The mockery on Zhao Ke's face became even more apparent. "Listen here! Kid, if you want to share your insights, you might as well go back and study for another couple of years before coming back!"
Qi Xiao frowned, feeling somewhat displeased. "Senior seems quite certain that such a poison or illness doesn't exist?"
"Exactly! I've traveled far and wide for so many years; I've never seen it in books nor heard of it in reality! You suddenly come out of nowhere spouting nonsense—do you think I should believe you?"
Qi Xiao slowly relaxed his brow. "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Have you heard of Soul-Consolidating Grass?"
Zhao Ke nodded. "Of course I've heard of it."
Qi Xiao smiled. "Since there are plants that can enhance the soul, why can't there be plants that harm the soul?"
This perspective was something Zhao Ke had never considered before. For a moment, he felt that Qi Xiao's logic was quite sound.
"Indeed, if there are things that can enhance the soul, then logically speaking, there should also be things that can damage it."
Could it be that his previous thoughts were too narrow-minded?
Zhao Ke's face flushed with embarrassment; he was unwilling to admit that he was less knowledgeable than a younger person.
"Such words are useless without evidence. Show me proof."
Qi Xiao took a bottle and handed it to Zhao Ke. "Senior, can you see any problems from the water in this bottle?"
Zhao Ke stared intently for a while and even boldly poured a little water into his palm. However, the water felt cool and ordinary—there was no unusual color or scent; it seemed just like plain water.
Gathering his courage to taste a bit, he was stopped by Qi Xiao.
"Senior, you haven't even tried it; this is the water I drew from the well."
Zhao Ke's face darkened with anger. "How dare you play tricks on me, you little brat?"
"Please don't be angry, Senior. The water is indeed from the well, but that doesn't mean there isn't anything else in it."
"Why don't you use your spiritual sense to check if you notice anything unusual?"
Zhao Ke had devoted himself to alchemy and healing for many years, relying on pills to accumulate his cultivation. Even after all this time, he had only reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and his training in spiritual sense was quite weak.
Under Qi Xiao's guidance, he gritted his teeth and concentrated for a while before vaguely sensing that there seemed to be something swimming around in the water, occasionally curling up and swaying.
He suddenly opened his eyes in shock. "There’s something in here!"
He Jian and Wang Fu exchanged serious glances. "We sensed it too. We believe what this young friend said makes a lot of sense. The reason we couldn't find the root of the problem earlier might not be due to our lack of skill but rather that we were looking in the wrong direction."
"If what this young friend says is true, and these people's issues stem from their spiritual souls, then no matter how many examinations we conduct, it would be futile."
Zhao Ke's expression changed dramatically; the current situation far exceeded his understanding. His thirst for knowledge outweighed any concern for appearances as he hurriedly picked up the bottle and rushed back.
"Young man, come with me."
Following the corridor to the innermost room, they found a pale and frail girl lying on the bed. She stared blankly with her hands resting on her abdomen, her expression vacant.
If it weren't for her faint breathing, she would almost seem lifeless.
Zhao Ke looked at her and sighed deeply with a complex expression.
"Young man, tell me your thoughts. How do you plan to treat her?"
Qi Xiao looked at this obviously special patient with suspicion. "Who is she?"
Zhao Ke's expression darkened. "She is my niece."
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