Chapter 27: I do not believe this method can cure illness, unless I try it for my daughter myself.

"Mr. Yan, please, have a seat!"

Long Yiran, a woman who was already a mother, had her well-maintained figure perfectly accentuated by a tight-fitting cheongsam. She was sexy, yet not in a vulgar way. As she walked, her fair, delicate long legs, clad in high heels, moved with grace, the pair of red-stringed bells around her ankles emitting a melodious chime.

Yan Fengjia did not sit. Instead, he stared coldly at Long Yiran. Even though he said nothing, the sharp gaze and the aura radiating from him felt like a mountain pressing down on her, as if it would crush her very body to dust.

Long Yiran smiled, crossing her legs. The slit in her cheongsam revealed the perfect shape of her legs to Yan Fengjia. "I run a business, and I didn't force him to keep playing. Mr. Yan, why don't we negotiate terms?"

Yan Fengjia chuckled. "You want to negotiate terms with me?"

"That's right," Long Yiran said, her red lips curling slightly upward. "I have heard that Mr. Yan possesses superb medical skills and cured Shen Man of her mysterious congenital illness."

"If Mr. Yan is a healer with a kind heart and is willing to save someone for the Long family, not only will I waive this hundred million, but any other condition—as long as I, Long Yiran, can fulfill it—I will not refuse."

Yan Fengjia surveyed the beautiful young woman. She had a magnificent figure; she possessed the intellectual charm that came with her age, something that sat perfectly between the youth of Qin Wanchiu and the elegance of Shen Man. She was in her golden prime, the kind that could captivate men of any age.

Seeing the intense, unabashed gaze of Yan Fengjia, Long Yiran smiled, though a trace of disgust flickered in her eyes. Many men wanted to possess her, but the consequences were often dire.

"Mr. Yan, yes, any condition—including myself. As long as you are absolutely confident in your medical skills and believe you can cure this illness," Long Yiran was an old hand at this. Having clawed her way up from her youth, she understood what men desired and knew how to leverage her own advantages to climb higher.

"Save whom?" Yan Fengjia felt a flicker of interest.

Long Yiran explained, "My daughter. She is still in university this year, but half a year ago, for some unknown reason, she developed a strange illness. She sleeps almost twenty-three hours a day."

"I have searched for famous doctors everywhere and even used my connections to bring in the Divine Doctor Li from the Hundred Herbs Hall, but the results were negligible."

"Divine Doctor Li said that your medical skills are remarkable and mentioned that you cured Shen Man's mysterious illness, so..."

"So you had your men cut off the finger of my sister Wanchiu's brother? Is this your way of treating guests?"

Long Yiran smiled, but it was a dangerous smile. She gestured to a cold, handsome young man in a black suit standing nearby. The young man leaned in to listen and quickly walked out. Moments later, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from below. The young man returned, tossing a thick, severed arm onto the floor. It was the right arm of the burly man.

Long Yiran said indifferently, "If Mr. Yan is not satisfied, I can have all his limbs cut off, as long as it helps you vent your anger."

"Furthermore, I can return that ten million as a token for medical expenses."

Yan Fengjia did not care about those things, but hearing that Long Yiran's daughter suffered from a once-in-a-century case of hypersomnia piqued his interest. Back in prison, he had heard his Sixth Master say that hypersomnia was not entirely a curse. Some people possessed unique constitutions that awakened during specific periods, and because their own energy consumption was so immense, they became extremely lethargic.

For years, Yan Fengjia had been struggling to suppress the primal urges of the Jiang family bloodline within him. The best way to eradicate these primal urges was to find someone with such a constitution. If the two were to unite, they could complement each other.

"Mr. Yan?" Long Yiran’s voice pulled Yan Fengjia back to reality.

Yan Fengjia smiled. "This illness is a minor issue. However, I don't like being questioned when I treat patients. If I intervene, you just watch and do not interfere. Understood?"

"Can you really cure my daughter's illness?" Long Yiran stood up, excited.

"Take me to see the patient."

"Very well, please follow me."

With that, Yan Fengjia followed Long Yiran downstairs. The burly man on the floor, who was nearly fainting from pain, had bloodshot eyes. "Boss Long, why would you do this to me?"

Long Yiran glanced at him. "I didn't tell you to take it upon yourself to cut off that finger. Who does Mr. Yan think he is? You dared to provoke him in such a way."

"Consider yourself lucky that you only lost an arm. Someone, take him to the hospital. Mr. Yan, let's go."

"Fengjia," Qin Wanchiu said, pulling him back, worried. "Is she trying to make things difficult for you?"

"No, I'm going to treat her family member. Let this matter rest. Take your brother and leave, and wait for my news."

With that, Yan Fengjia followed, his mind occupied with his own agenda.

...

At the Long residence, inside the vast manor, a girl with snow-white skin and an incredibly sweet appearance lay on a bed, attended by several servants. She looked like a sleeping beauty. Long Xue'er had perfectly inherited her mother's best traits. Despite her pure, collagen-rich face, her figure was of a scale that was frightening for her age. A thin nightgown clung to her exquisite curves. Faintly, the outline of her slightly plump abdomen could be seen, rising and falling with her deep sleep.

"Mr. Yan, this is my daughter's condition. She usually only wakes up around one in the morning. Can you really cure her?"

Outside, she was the ruthless "Boss Long" of the underground casinos, but at home, she was just a worried mother. Stripped of her daytime dominance, there was only fatigue.

Yan Fengjia said indifferently, "Have everyone leave. I need to verify something."

If this Long Xue'er truly possessed that unique constitution, he had truly struck gold.

Soon, everyone was dismissed. Yan Fengjia sat down and gently took her pulse. As time passed, his expression grew increasingly solemn.

"Is it really?"

Suddenly, Yan Fengjia relaxed his brow. "Could it be the one-in-a-million 'Natural Charismatic Body'?"

Back in the day, the Old Matriarch of the Jiang family in the Heavenly Palace had searched the world for a Natural Charismatic Body to complement her beloved grandson. Unfortunately, such a constitution was the rarest of the rare. He never expected to encounter one here in China.

"Mr. Yan, why aren't you speaking? Could it be... that even you have no way to help her?" Long Yiran had been keeping her voluptuous body taut, and seeing Yan Fengjia’s terrifying silence, she was nearly desperate.

However, Yan Fengjia smiled. "Rest assured, I can cure her."

"But there is one thing I must tell you in advance, and it is up to you whether you believe me or not."

"Please tell me, Mr. Yan."

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would even offer herself as a gift to Yan Fengjia if he could save her daughter.

Yan Fengjia cleared his throat. "Your daughter does not have a strange illness; rather, her constitution is extremely unique. This constitution possesses an incredibly potent, dark, and evil energy."

"A complete cure is almost impossible. The only way is to find a constitution of extreme Yang and masculinity and unite with her to achieve a balance of Yin and Yang."

As soon as these words were spoken, Long Yiran’s face turned pale. "No, that is absolutely out of the question."

She wasn't stupid; Yan Fengjia clearly meant that he would have to do that kind of thing with her daughter. This was absurd. She knew how dark the path she had walked was, and she absolutely could not let her daughter follow in her footsteps.

Yan Fengjia did not force her. "I won't pressure you. You can think about it. To prove my credibility, I can alleviate the cause of your daughter's illness."

With that, Yan Fengjia took out a needle, channeled his inner energy through the meridians, and injected the scorching, pure Yang energy into Xue'er's Baihui acupoint.

A few minutes later, Yan Fengjia withdrew the needle. "She will wake up soon, but for now, it is only a temporary balance of the Yin and Yang energies within her."

"How long will that last?" Long Yiran clenched her fists.

"About three days. After that, she will return to her current state."

"Then, could I trouble Mr. Yan to come back and apply the needles then? I... I can take Xue'er's place."

As Long Yiran said this, the beautiful woman's face flushed with embarrassment.

Yan Fengjia sneered, "In the end, Madam, you still don't trust me. You're worried that I'm coveting your daughter's beauty?"

"Mrs. Long, honestly, there are many women who want to be with me. Do you realize you are insulting my medical ethics?"

Having said that, Yan Fengjia feigned anger and strode out the door. In truth, he was desperate to cure his own bloodline affliction as well.

"Mr. Yan, wait a moment." Just as Yan Fengjia reached the door, Long Yiran slowly raised her eyes behind him.

"If your methods can truly save people..."

"I... I would like to try it first on behalf of my daughter. If it truly has a positive effect, then I will feel at ease."

Yan Fengjia, "???"