"Ah! Honey, don't scare me!"
Wu Li cried out, pointing at Chen Jie. "It's all your fault, you brat. If anything happens to my husband, I'll take your life!"
Chen Jie frowned.
In his memory, this Aunt Wu had been very kind to him when he was a child. He didn't expect her to act like a shrew towards him now.
It seemed that her politeness back then was likely due to his father's kindness.
Because over a decade ago, his Chen family was wealthy and powerful, while the Jiang family was merely a minor, insignificant family.
Chen Jie felt immensely disappointed.
However, he still wanted to see if Jiang Long today was still the same Jiang Long from back then.
"Miracle Doctor Qingma, please, save my husband quickly!" Wu Li ignored Chen Jie and turned to Qingma Ghost Hand, begging.
"Hmph!"
Qingma Ghost Hand merely snorted coldly, saying nothing.
Thump!
Wu Li directly knelt on the ground. "Please! Please cure my husband! Our Jiang family cannot be without Jiang Long!"
She wouldn't give her all for Jiang Long. The main reason was that their branch of the Jiang family was just one among many.
There was an elder brother above them.
Their comfortable life was entirely dependent on the Jiang family's support. If Jiang Long died, she would be an outsider to the Jiang family, and they would certainly stop providing financial aid.
Thump!
Jiang Xue also knelt down, crying, "Miracle Doctor Qingma, please save my dad!"
At this moment, she harbored intense hatred for Chen Jie. If it weren't for him, how could her father have met with such an accident?
As the mother and daughter knelt, some servants in the room also began to kneel, like dumplings being dropped into water, kowtowing to Qingma Ghost Hand incessantly.
"Make this brat kneel and kowtow to me three times, and I'll save Jiang Long. Otherwise, Jiang Long can only wait to die!" Qingma Ghost Hand suddenly pointed at Chen Jie and said sinisterly.
He was extremely annoyed that Chen Jie had interrupted him, and such a person deserved the harshest punishment.
Since he had started his career, when had Qingma Ghost Hand ever been questioned by anyone?
"Country bumpkin, did you hear that? Hurry up and kneel to Miracle Doctor Qingma!" Wu Li shouted.
"That's right! Your life is worthless. Making you kneel is already an honor! Everyone here is a hundred, even a thousand times more noble than you!"
"I'll have someone film this and take it back to develop. Get it framed and hang it by your door. When others see that you once knelt to Miracle Doctor Qingma, they'll look up to you!"
"Chen Jie, I originally let you in because I wanted to find an opportunity to teach you a lesson. But for my father's sake, I can spare your life. You want to freeload off our Jiang family, don't you? Kneel humbly and kowtow, and I'll remove our family's cesspool cleaner and let you do the job! Kneel now! Don't push your luck!"
Although Jiang Xue was subservient to Qingma Ghost Hand, she spoke exceptionally arrogantly to Chen Jie, completely forgetting the humiliation she felt when Chen Jie slapped her earlier.
Qingma Ghost Hand walked up to Chen Jie, looking at him with indifference.
Then, he said indifferently, "Either kneel, or I'll cripple your legs! Choose one! You have three seconds to consider. My time is precious, and you can't afford to waste it!"
"Oh, right. When you kneel, you also have to say: 'I am just an ignorant little mongrel!'"
"Kneel!"
Qingma Ghost Hand reached out and pressed towards Chen Jie's shoulder.
Whoosh!
The next second, Chen Jie grabbed Qingma Ghost Hand's right hand and squeezed hard.
"Old man, you clearly don't have the ability to save people, yet you threaten the patient's life. You are not only an incompetent doctor but also devoid of morals. Since that's the case, you should stop being a doctor!" Chen Jie's expression turned icy.
With the help of the immortal cultivation essence within him, his already extraordinary strength surged like a rocket.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, Qingma Ghost Hand's right hand was crushed by him.
Ah!
Qingma Ghost Hand screamed, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with disbelief. "My hand, my ghost hand is ruined! How can you, you little runt, have so much strength?"
In ancient times, medicine and martial arts were closely related. Qingma Ghost Hand was not only a master of traditional Chinese medicine but also skilled in martial arts.
He was called Qingma Ghost Hand because his hands were as hard as iron, capable of withstanding burning flames for three minutes without injury!
With these ghost hands, he had extracted the hearts of many powerful individuals.
His right hand, in particular, had been honed to perfection and was extremely formidable, to the point where he could conjure fireballs with his bare hands.
Yet, now, it was utterly crushed by Chen Jie.
He was questioning his very existence.
"Ah? Your ghost hand is ruined, can you still save my husband?" Wu Li exclaimed.
"Save my ass! You damned woman, don't tell me my hand is ruined. Even if it wasn't, if you let this scoundrel into your house, I wouldn't save him!"
Qingma Ghost Hand roared at Chen Jie again. "Little beast, you ruined my hand, I'll kill you!"
Saying that, he used his left hand to slap towards Chen Jie's face.
With this slap, he intended to smash Chen Jie's face to pulp to vent his anger.
"Scram!"
Chen Jie's hand flashed out like lightning, accurately catching Qingma Ghost Hand's left wrist and squeezing.
With a crack, his left hand, after a crisp sound, was shattered again!
"Ah! My left hand!" Qingma Ghost Hand screamed in disbelief. "You vile little beast, how dare you cripple both my hands! I'll kill you, I'll make you die..."
"Oh, really? I don't think you'll have the chance!"
Chen Jie's expression turned cold, and he kicked Qingma Ghost Hand in the chest.
Bang!
The moment Chen Jie's foot connected with Qingma Ghost Hand, a dull thud echoed, and Qingma Ghost Hand's body shot backward like a cannonball.
He only stopped after crashing into the wall, falling to the ground with a thump.
Qingma Ghost Hand dazed for a moment, his dead-fish eyes staring at Chen Jie.
He pointed at Chen Jie with his arm in terror. "You, you, you crippled me..."
Chen Jie didn't even glance at him, walking directly to Jiang Long's side, frowning as he extended his finger, channeling spiritual energy, and pressing it onto Jiang Long's chest.
At this moment, Jiang Long had no pulse, his face was a dark purple, and he was barely breathing.
It could be said that Jiang Long was as good as dead.
If Chen Jie hadn't obtained the immortal cultivation secret technique, with the skills his master had taught him, he might have been able to pull Jiang Long back from the brink of death.
However, after cultivating, this was no longer a challenge for Chen Jie.
With a finger press from Chen Jie, some of the poison in Jiang Long's body was drawn out and gradually channeled towards Jiang Long's throat.
"Soul Seize!"
Suddenly, Chen Jie grabbed a piece of paper from the table, drew a pattern in the air, and imprinted it onto the paper.
"Go!"
The talisman paper, following his gesture, was placed onto Jiang Long.
Instantly, Jiang Long's complexion began to improve at a visible rate!