Urban Super Medical Saint

Ge Dongxu glanced at the villa and then withdrew his gaze, following the slightly nervous Zhang Yaku into the courtyard.

The atmosphere in the hillside villa was somewhat somber.

A silver-haired old man sitting in a wheelchair was currently placing his hand on a little boy lying flat on the bed.

The boy's face was tinged with blue, his breathing barely perceptible, the very child that had been cradled in the arms of the beautiful young woman in the Mercedes.

At this moment, that beautiful young woman and the dignified and authoritative man known as Master Gu were also present, both looking extremely anxious and nervous.

The old man's one hand was searching back and forth over the boy's body, while the other held a jade token.

The jade was so green that it was refreshing to the heart and pleasing to the nose, even tinting the old man's fingers green as he held it.

If there were someone knowledgeable about jade here, they would recognize that the old man's jade token was not only genuine old-pit glass-type jade but also the extremely rare Imperial Green.

They say it's hard for a person to be perfect in every way, just as it's hard for things to be completely flawless. The same can be said about describing jade.

Glass-type is the best among jade types, but the irony of nature is that it often grants the crystal but not the color, or the color but not the crystal, never allowing perfection. In other words, glass-type jade is generally colorless, while types like bean green or glutinous are usually colored.

However, once the glass-type is coupled with color, and it ripples through the clear material, it appears exceptionally vibrant, dazzling, and vividly spiritual.

The jade token in the old man's hand was precisely that kind of glass-based jade, a royal green, which together would be referred to as Imperial Green jade, the crème de la crème of jades, with a price that is incredibly difficult to estimate.

The old man's fingers gently rubbed the jade token, murmuring incantations.

Threads of green qi rose from the boy's body, taking the shape of various poisonous creatures in the air, including snakes, scorpions, centipedes, spiders, and toads, constantly shifting forms, looking fierce and emitting a slight foul scent.

The boy's eyebrows furrowed.

Seeing this, the man and the beautiful woman's eyes showed a glint of shock and nervousness, their fingers tightly interlocked.

Green light drifted out from the jade token, falling onto the virulent creatures formed by the green qi floating above the boy and gradually causing those poisonous creatures to disappear.

A look of joy appeared on the old man's face as he searched more vigorously over the boy's body, rubbing the jade token even faster.

It seemed as if he was trying desperately to drive the bluish tinge from the boy's face all at once.

Just as the old man's face showed joy and he attempted to make one big push, suddenly, what rose from the boy's body was no longer just threads of blue qi, but also strands tinged with blood.

The boy's complexion turned pale and agonized, and his skin even seemed to wrinkle slightly, barely noticeable but still perceivable by the old man and the two adults.

It felt as though years were slipping by on the child's body.

"Blood Curse! It's the damned Blood Curse!" the old man's face drastically changed, and like being bitten by a snake, he quickly withdrew his hand from the boy.

"Master Yang!" Seeing this, Master Gu's face also went pale, hastily letting go of the young woman's hand and stepping forward to call out in a low voice.

"I had thought that Yiran was only afflicted by the Five Poisons Descent, but the caster didn't even hesitate to exhaust their Essence Blood, using it as a guide to cast the Spell with a Blood Curse," the silver-haired elder said with a solemn expression.

"Is there any way to break it?" Master Gu's face changed again upon hearing this, and he asked urgently.

"The Spell of Blood Curse requires Essence Blood as a guide; it not only depletes the caster's Elemental Force, but should it be broken, the caster, at the very least, would lose all their Cultivation Power, and at worst, their life. Therefore, unless there is deep-seated hatred and blood vendetta, a Magician would not cast such a spell. However, once cast, unless the opponent's Cultivation Power is far superior, or they are individuals of unparalleled mastery in Spells, it is almost impossible to break. Even if it is forcefully broken, Yiran would lose his life. I'm afraid you will have to seek someone more capable," the silver-haired elder explained.

Upon hearing this, Master Gu's demeanor seemed to collapse.

Others might not know how formidable the old man was, but Master Gu did know something; if even he was unable to help, then there would be very few in Qimen who could.

Moreover, Qimen is so called because it is different from the mundane world; truly hermit-like, exceptional individuals are not people whom one can simply seek out at will.

Master Gu knew of the silver-haired elder's existence and sought his help because the elder had some past gang connections with his deceased father during turbulent times.

"Master Yang, please, think of another way. If you really can't do anything, then it would be useless for me to seek others," after a long while, Master Gu revived his spirits and, with reddened eyes, implored the elder.

"Master Yang, you must save Yiran; he's still just a child! You must save him. As long as you save him, no matter the cost..." No sooner had Master Gu spoken than the beautiful young woman seemed to suddenly come to her senses, rushing forward to kneel in front of the elder's wheelchair, grasping his hand as tears fell like pearls.

"It's not about money!" the elder interrupted the beautiful young woman, but seeing her with tears streaming down her face like rain through pear blossoms, he ultimately let out a deep sigh and said, "I'll try again, but the hope is slim."

"Thank you, Master Yang, thank you, Master Yang!" Master Gu and the beautiful young woman quickly expressed their gratitude.

The elder didn't say much, just silently sighed again, then placed his hand on the child's chest. This time, he didn't search back and forth but just kept it steady, slowly closing his eyes as if sensing something.

...

"The raw stones here are ultimately sold through an auction to the highest bidder. Each piece has a number, the morning is for viewing the stones, you note the ones that catch your eye, and the afternoon is for bidding. But you be careful, don't just call out prices recklessly. Even if you have hundred millions in assets, casually throwing away tens and hundreds of millions can't be sustained. After all, the risk in gambling on stone is still too great," Zhang Yaku, walking beside Ge Dongxu, watched him handle the stones and said in a low voice.

"Thank you, Old Zhang, I understand," Ge Dongxu nodded, his face showing gratitude.

Although Zhang Yaku's reminder was completely unnecessary for him, Ge Dongxu still sincerely appreciated the sentiment.

"Ha, well, you are an expert and wealthy too, you don't need my reminders," seeing Ge Dongxu's grateful expression, Zhang Yaku felt somewhat embarrassed.

After all, the man before him, whether in terms of expertise or wealth, could leave him miles behind!

"Still, a reminder is quite necessary. Young people tend to be arrogant," Ge Dongxu said.

Hearing Ge Dongxu say this, Zhang Yaku laughed heartily and felt quite comfortable.

Since many of the stones here were quite large, it was strenuous and slow for Ge Dongxu to explore them; sometimes it took a long time to feel just one stone.

Zhang Yaku started by following Ge Dongxu, but gradually became impatient and walked away to look at other places on his own.

After all, he was a Jade merchant himself, and being in this place, how could he idle away with his mind free of thoughts?

PS: I recommend my own previous book, "The Record of a Cultivation Teacher's Life." Personally, I believe it to be the most maturely and naturally written urban tale among my four "Life Records" series. The only drawback is that, due to some personal reasons, it ended a bit hastily. For those who haven't read this old book, take a look; it shouldn't disappoint you. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire