My husband Can Cultivate

Chapter 597 You Have Today Too!

Liao Fusheng felt a surge of emotion. He knew that Yang Qi despised those people and had only agreed for his sake, to help him build some connections. He wanted to make those people grateful to him, to help him. He really went to great lengths for my sake.

"No problem!" Liao Fusheng nodded.

Just as the others were about to leave, Zhang Biao burst in from outside. He sprinted forward and slid to his knees before Yang Qi. "Divine Doctor Yang, please! I’m begging you, heal my arm! Please!"

"Heh. Weren’t you going to the orthopedics hospital?" Yang Qi sneered.

"The hospital said they can’t fix it! Please, have mercy! This is my right arm! What am I supposed to do without it?" Zhang Biao wailed.

"Hmph. I offered to treat you just now, but you refused. It’s too late. There’s a long line of people ahead of you. Go register with Liao Fusheng. I’ll treat you when I have time, but you’ll have to get in line behind everyone else," Yang Qi said with a cold snort.

Zhang Biao opened his mouth to protest, but Yang Qi cut him off coldly, "If you dare to pester me any further, I guarantee that arm of yours will be useless forever."

Zhang Biao snapped his mouth shut and scurried over to register with Liao Fusheng, the very picture of humiliation and grievance.

"Look at you now, huh?" Liao Fusheng sneered.

Zhang Biao could only force a bitter smile, not daring to retort. He had truly gotten carried away with his success to end up in this situation.

After everyone finished registering, they finally left.

"Divine Doctor Yang, we should be going. We’ll leave you two brothers to catch up," Tong Shan said, departing with his son, Tong Wu. They had already arranged to pick Yang Qi up that evening for the medicinal herb auction.

Once everyone was gone, the two brothers sat drinking tea and began to talk.

"Aren’t you going to tell me about your injury?" Yang Qi asked, looking at Liao Fusheng.

Liao Fusheng looked a little awkward. "I just didn’t want Hong Mei to find out and worry."

"She’s your woman; how could she possibly not know?" Yang Qi said with a wry smile. "I may not understand women, but you understand them even less than I do."

"Who did this to you?" Yang Qi asked.

"Forget it, let’s not talk about that. Can you heal me?" Liao Fusheng said, dodging the question.

"I know even if you don’t tell me. It was someone from the Tianhai Association, wasn’t it?" Yang Qi pressed. "Tell me who it was. I promise I’ll eliminate them for you."

"It was the Tianhai Association," Liao Fusheng admitted. "But brother, stay out of it. They stole my business; they probably won’t come looking for trouble again. Let’s just swallow this for now."

Yang Qi didn’t press the issue. Liao Fusheng is only keeping quiet because he’s worried about me. It looks like I’ll have to investigate this myself.

"Alright, I won’t ask anymore. You don’t need acupuncture for this injury. Here, eat this," Yang Qi said, taking out a Small Revival Pill and handing it to Liao Fusheng.

Liao Fusheng swallowed it without hesitation, and it took effect immediately.

"It’s a Small Revival Pill. Take one a day for three consecutive days, and you’ll be fully healed. For now, don’t circulate your Inner Strength because of your internal injuries. Just rest properly for three days. It’s not too late to resume your cultivation after that," Yang Qi instructed. He then recited a few lines of a mnemonic. "After three days, circulate your Inner Strength according to this mnemonic. I guarantee it will have a miraculous effect."

"This... this is too precious! This has to be a Heavenly Level Technique, right?" Liao Fusheng was stunned.

In the Martial Arts World, cultivation techniques are categorized into four ranks: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow. Liao Fusheng never imagined that Yang Qi would just give him a Heavenly Level Technique to cultivate.

"As long as you understand how precious it is. Don’t teach it to outsiders, or it could bring disaster upon you. Practice it with your wife; I guarantee it will prolong both your lives," Yang Qi said with a smile. "Besides, a Heavenly Level Technique is nothing special in my eyes, so don’t worry too much about it."

It’s nothing special? Liao Fusheng really couldn’t figure Yang Qi out anymore. However, he didn’t press for details. He could see how well Yang Qi treated him and knew that if Yang Qi wanted to tell him something, he would.

"I need to get some rest. I’m really tired," Yang Qi said with a smile.

Liao Fusheng immediately arranged for an emperor suite for Yang Qi to stay in.

「At eight o’clock that evening.」

Tong Wu arrived. By then, Yang Qi had mostly recovered. However, Tong Wu had not brought any medicinal herbs.

He said awkwardly, "Divine Doctor Yang, rest assured, I will definitely get you the two century-old medicinal herbs. There’s just a small problem. I just heard from my men that someone has bought out every single medicinal herb in Sea City that is over fifty years old!"

"Bought out? Who has that kind of influence?" Yang Qi was stunned. He knew that fifty-year-old medicinal herbs were sold by the gram, with each gram costing at least tens of thousands. Century-old herbs were even rarer, with the cheapest ones valued at over a hundred million. Who could possibly be rich enough to sweep up all the herbs in Sea City?

"They say it’s a rich businessman from Star Country named Li Chengshou, the Young Master of Star Country’s megacorporation, the Future Group," Tong Wu explained.

"Li Chengshou," Yang Qi sighed. "It seems my luck has run out. I’ll just have to leave."

"No, no!" Tong Wu said quickly. "The fine medicinal herbs on the market may have been bought out, but the auction is a different story. It doesn’t matter if he’s the Young Master of the Future Group; his status won’t help him there! Some of the herbs at the auction are exceptionally rare. Even if they aren’t ancient, they’re incredibly hard to find. Most are high-quality items over fifty years old. You should go take a look. As for the cost, don’t worry about it. If you’re short on funds, I can help you. Just consider it part of your consultation fee."

"So this medicinal herb auction is that special?" Yang Qi asked, surprised.

"Of course! This is Sea City, a place where all rivers flow into the sea. We have medicinal herb merchants from all over the world! They don’t sell their best stock on the open market; they save it for this auction. It’s only held once a year. You’re lucky you happened to arrive just in time," Tong Wu said with a smile.

"That’s great," Yang Qi nodded, breathing a sigh of relief. If Li Chengshou bought out all the herbs on the market, his funds must be getting tight. This means my own chances are actually quite good.

With that, Yang Qi got into Tong Wu’s car, and they headed toward a private estate.

This kind of auction was not widely publicized; it was an invitation-only event. Generally, you couldn’t get in without an invitation. Of course, it was a different story if you had a recommendation from someone like Tong Wu.

"Sorry, no invitation, no entry. Please leave," a security guard at the entrance said, blocking their path.

Tong Wu stated calmly, "Tell your boss that Tong Wu is here."

The moment he heard the name, the guard’s attitude changed completely. "Oh, it’s Boss Tong from the Sea City Business Association! My apologies, sir, I didn’t recognize you. Please don’t take offense."

"No matter," Tong Wu said. "This is my friend. Is there any problem with him coming in with me?"

"Of course not! A friend of Boss Tong’s is a friend of our boss. This way, please," the guard said, immediately ushering them inside.