Roaring Dragon-Chapter 12: Isn’t This Exactly the One I Was Looking For?

On the second floor of the Lin Family Medical Hall, in a spacious consultation room—

Lady Liu, draped in gold and jewels, rose with the help of a maid, clutching a medicine box in her hand as she thanked her host:

“Sorry for the trouble, Miss Lin. Come visit the manor when you have time, we can continue our chat.”

“Certainly. Take care, Lady Liu.”

“No need to escort me. You’re too polite, dear Lin...”

...

Lin Wanyi saw her guest off with a warm, graceful smile, elegant as a blooming peony.

But once Lady Liu left the room, a hint of helplessness crept into her expression.

As a renowned female physician from the capital, Lin Wanyi had to deal with the upper-class ladies of the city on a daily basis.

And the noblewives of wealthy households were, frankly, exhausting. Knowing she was highly skilled in alchemy, they constantly tried to get aphrodisiacs from her. And because she was easygoing, those who got familiar even started oversharing the wildest details of their sex lives.

Lin Wanyi herself was still an unmarried woman. After years of exposure to these stories, she now knew every position imaginable by name and detail. But was that really by choice?

She couldn’t exactly turn away patients either. At this rate, she really was going to turn into the demonic witch they all joked about.

At the tea table, her maid Qinwen, who had been clearing away the tea set, muttered once Lady Liu was gone:

“These madams are too much. It’s one thing to come here sick. But some come perfectly fine just to pester you with nonsense. Especially Constable Yang’s wife—her husband’s built like a beast and she’s the one disturbing Miss? Doesn’t she worry about being bedridden for life?”

“She says he’s too stiff and boring in bed, so she came asking for tips.”

“Tips? What tips do you know? You haven’t even married! You're a famous physician in the capital, and these women treat you like a sex guru. It’s just—ugh.”

“Enough. What if someone hears you rambling?”

Lin Wanyi sat behind her desk and picked up a book to read.

“How did the students we sponsored do in the autumn exams this year?”

Qinwen, being her personal housemaid and assistant, grew more annoyed as she gathered the tea things.

“What do you think? Aside from Zisu, who ranked among the top, the rest barely scraped a B grade. I just don’t get it. You sponsor a horde of students in the capital, and now you’re doing the same in Danyang. Spending all that money every year, and not one of them has turned into a dignitary yet. Even landlords would go broke like this...”

It was true that Lin Wanyi had helped many poor young scholars, but it wasn’t purely out of charity. She owed a massive favor to someone in the Witch Sect. To repay the debt, she needed to acquire a precious artifact. Since she couldn’t get it in the capital, she came to Danyang hoping for an opening.

But being tied to the Witch Sect was a dangerous secret—even Qinwen didn’t know. Lin Wanyi simply adjusted her glasses and replied:

“Helping others study is good for the soul. If they don’t succeed, it’s not something we can control. Winter is coming soon—many students will enroll at the academy. Keep an eye out. See if there are any promising candidates.”

“Still looking? Haven’t we already sponsored seven or eight?”

“Just do it!”

...

Knock knock knock...

As the two were talking, a medical apprentice suddenly ran up the stairs and peeked through the door, eyes flashing with curiosity.

“Boss, there’s a young gentleman downstairs asking for you. Says his name is Xie Jinhuan.”

“Xie Jinhuan?”

Lin Wanyi paused mid-page, remembering the young warrior from last night. She stood up quickly:

“Invite him up...”

—

Moments later—

Xie Jinhuan climbed the stairs with Meiqiu perched on his shoulder, glancing around curiously. As he followed the apprentice up ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ to the second floor, he was greeted by a tall, graceful Lin Wanyi approaching with a smile:

“Master Xie, I was receiving a patient just now. Apologies for the delay.”

As a doctor working in a public clinic, Lin Wanyi dressed with intellectual refinement. She wore a light cyan waist-length ruqun paired with a sheer outer robe that swayed gently with each step. Even the hem of her robe quivered gracefully as she walked.

Xie Jinhuan gave her a once-over—he genuinely couldn’t imagine this gentle, elegant beauty being a demonic cultist who raised puppets and ghosts. He cupped his hands in greeting.

“Miss Lin, no need to be so courteous.”

“Guji~”

“Please, have a seat. What a lovely bird.”

Lin Wanyi, as her name implied, was elegant and well-mannered—she gave off the warmth of flowing water. She invited him to sit at the tea table and poured him tea herself.

“Yesterday, you stepped in and helped us. I didn’t get a chance to properly thank you. I feel quite ashamed.”

“It was nothing.”

Xie Jinhuan had a very clear objective today—to ask for spirit pills and elixirs. After a few pleasantries, he glanced at her glasses and went straight to the point:

“Miss Lin seems to have some cultivation foundation. If you trained your body from a young age, your eyesight shouldn’t be a problem. Are these glasses... a sign of a flaw in your cultivation method?”

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Lin Wanyi had just been playing with the nodding Meiqiu, but her smile froze a bit at those words.

Ever since joining the Witch Sect, she had indeed suffered physical issues—cold yin energy accumulating inside her. Every new moon, she felt stabbing chest pain, and her vision had worsened.

But side effects were par for the course with Witch Sect techniques. Nothing to hide there. Not something you could talk about with an outsider though. Lin Wanyi smiled and shook her head:

“You’re mistaken. I’ve read medical texts since childhood. It may just be eye strain.”

Xie Jinhuan, unconvinced, adopted the posture of a diagnostician:

“From your complexion, I see excess yin energy and internal cold. If the cultivation technique is flawed, it could lead to anything from deviation to death. This isn’t a minor issue. If you’re really harboring a hidden illness—”

“?”

Lin Wanyi touched her flawless face, alarmed.

He can tell?

Did he open his third eye or something?

Seeing how confident he was, she worried he might really see through her. She cut him off:

“I’m a physician. My skills are well-known in Danyang. I know my own body. You’re overthinking it.”

Seeing that she refused to admit it, Xie Jinhuan stayed silent.

He couldn’t exactly say, “Miss Lin, you wouldn’t want people to find out you’re a witch sect demoness, would you?”

He already had enough on his plate. What if she panicked and cursed him right then and there?

Xie Jinhuan quietly started planning how to break through her defenses—only for Meiqiu, sitting on his lap, to suddenly tilt its head toward his waist where the Zhenglun Sword rested.

“Guji?!”

Then it flapped its wings like it had seen a ghost—and bolted out the window.

Xie Jinhuan knew right away: the red-robed spirit was about to act up again.

Sure enough, Lin Wanyi, who had been looking at him in confusion, suddenly felt a wave of dizziness. Her thoughts grew hazy.

Then the cold yin energy that had been suppressed in her body surged violently, striking her heart. She let out a muffled gasp. Her face went pale. Black-green veins began to surface along her arms, and her whole body trembled, nearly collapsing, knocking over the tea bowl.

Crash—

Xie Jinhuan glanced at the red-robed spirit behind her and realized she was helping.

He held the table steady, his face tense.

“Miss Lin, are you alright? Did something happen to your body?”

“I... I...”

Lin Wanyi felt a chill creeping up her spine. She’d only spaced out for a moment, and suddenly the cold energy had invaded her lungs.

Her body trembled uncontrollably. She couldn’t even sit upright. Slumping in her chair, she tried to suppress the chill in her chest.

But how could she possibly succeed, when she wasn’t even aware of the spirit behind her?

Seeing her failing to contain it, Xie Jinhuan asked gently:

“Should I call for another doctor?”

“No... don’t...”

Even her maid didn’t know about her connection to the Witch Sect. She definitely couldn’t let anyone else examine her. She clutched Xie Jinhuan’s sleeve with all her strength, trying to suppress the invading chill.

But it only made things worse—her mind reeled like ocean tides. Her heart pounded, her breath quickened, and sweat beaded on her brow.

Seeing her eyes begin to lose focus, Xie Jinhuan realized this was getting too far. He shot a glance at the red-robed spirit—ease up.

Ye Hongshang, looming behind, offered a tip:

“Use silver needles. Channel energy. Pierce the Baihui and Jiuwei points.”

Xie Jinhuan immediately started looking for needles on the consultation table.

Lin Wanyi, straining to stay conscious, saw his actions and asked weakly:

“What... what are you doing?”

“I can help you. Where are your needles? I’ll treat you.”

“Treat...?”

As a doctor, she knew what “treat” meant. With yin cold attacking the heart, the target would be points around the chest.

That meant... undressing?

She looked at her own robes and imagined the worst:

Xie Jinhuan rushing toward her, ignoring her protests, forcefully tearing open her top...

She wanted to resist, but her body was too weak. All she could do was weep silently in humiliation...

No way!

A flush of panic and shame surged onto Lin Wanyi’s pale face. Just as she tried to rise and stop him—

Xie Jinhuan, standing a full zhang away, flicked his fingers.

Whish-whish!

Two silver needles shot through the air, glinting faintly as they flew.

Lin Wanyi froze in fright.

The chest was full of vital acupoints. Striking one even slightly off could cause serious injury. And he was trying to hit them from this far?

She tried to dodge, but the chill in her body had locked her in place. Before she could move, the needles pierced her neck and upper abdomen.

Kh—

As energy surged into the points, her body shuddered—then the tremors faded. The chill was locked in her chest and belly.

“You?!”

Lin Wanyi stared in disbelief. The needles had struck perfectly—not just in placement, but also in depth and energy. Her shame turned to awe.

Martial artists often targeted acupoints to cripple or kill. But acupuncture—that required precision.

And he had done it while she was breathing unevenly, with flawless control. The difficulty was astronomical.

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One of the needles had even hit the Tanzhong point—center of the chest.

For men, not so hard. For women... well, there were other obstacles.

Lin Wanyi had a full, prominent chest. The silver needle was shorter than the curve of her cleavage. Normally, the robes would need to be opened to perform acupuncture there.

But Xie Jinhuan didn’t even glance. He released the needle just as she inhaled, catching the moment her robes puffed up, threading the needle precisely between the peaks, straight into the Tanzhong point, without so much as grazing her skin.

To predict her movement and breath for that kind of shot—if he could do that while healing, he could kill just as effortlessly.

He was only twenty. Where the hell did he learn to do this?

As Lin Wanyi stared, stunned, one thought suddenly emerged in her mind:

Isn’t this exactly the one I was looking for?!