147: Come here, line up, let him treat you!

Hmm... Ye Chen finally understood what was going on.

As it turned out, the leader of the Dragon Group wanted to test his skills, so he had his subordinates stop him downstairs, even going as far as using real force.

Meanwhile, he had thought something had happened to Bai Wanqing and fought his way up... This was a huge misunderstanding.

Ye Chen took a deep breath and looked at Xuanyuan Huo, his tone somewhat helpless. "Old Master, isn't your way of testing... a bit too enthusiastic?"

Xuanyuan Huo burst into laughter.

"If I weren't enthusiastic, how could I test your true ability?"

Ye Chen gave a bitter smile. "But they're all seriously injured."

"As long as they don't die, it's fine." Xuanyuan Huo waved his hand. "They all fight for the country; broken bones and tendons are part of the job."

Ye Chen's cheek twitched.

Looking into his eyes, he confirmed: these were definitely his own subordinates.

But after thinking about it, Ye Chen spoke up once more. "How about... I treat them?"

For one, they were members of the Dragon Group, and it was a fact that he had injured them.

Secondly, this old man knew Old Zhou and didn't harbor any ill will toward him, so he might as well leave a good impression.

"Oh?"

A sharp glint flashed in Xuanyuan Huo's eyes.

"Old Zhou mentioned you to me before, saying your medical skills are divine, and that you even easily removed that old piece of shrapnel that had been stuck in his chest for decades."

"And you didn't even leave any lingering complications..."

"I thought he was bragging at the time."

"Since I'm lucky enough to see it today, this old man would like to see if it's really that mystical."

He knew the location of that shrapnel in Old Zhou better than anyone.

It was right against the major blood vessels of the heart, near the heart valves... the slightest mistake would mean instant death.

Top surgical experts from home and abroad had consulted on it several times, and the conclusion was always 'inoperable.'

If Ye Chen could remove it without injury, that wasn't just medical skill; it was practically a divine power.

Ye Chen rubbed his nose and said modestly, "Old Zhou overpraised me. That situation was special, and combined with Old Zhou's own good physical foundation, this junior just got lucky."

"Lucky?"

Xuanyuan Huo laughed heartily, his voice booming. "You call dragging Old Zhou back from the gates of hell 'luck'? Young man, excessive modesty is just pride. That is true ability!"

Ye Chen smiled and didn't argue further.

Bai Wanqing spoke up at the right time, her voice gentle.

"Uncle Xuanyuan, since Ye Chen is willing, why not let him try?"

"It will also save your elites some suffering and help them recover quickly."

"The Dragon Group's combat strength shouldn't be diminished for too long by a test like this."

Xuanyuan Huo stroked his grey beard, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, and nodded. "Very well, let this old man see for himself. Wanqing, have someone bring up those lying downstairs."

"Yes."

Bai Wanqing responded and picked up the internal phone to give a few brief instructions.

Before long, the office door was pushed open again.

The dozen or so Dragon Group members previously taken down by Ye Chen walked in haltingly, supported by a few uninjured colleagues.

Pain still lingered on their faces.

Some had dislocated wrists, some had cracked ribs, some had fractured shins... the scene was somewhat unbearable to look at, and their spirits were all withered.

But when they looked up and saw Ye Chen standing in the middle of the office.

In the next second.

Everyone's body stiffened, the color drained from their faces, and their eyes revealed an irrepressible fear!

It was this man!

This young-looking, harmless-looking guy had been like a humanoid beast downstairs just now!

They, the highly trained elites of the Dragon Group, couldn't even withstand a single move against him, and were tossed aside like clay chickens and pottery dogs!

The gap in power and the crushing fear had already been deeply etched into their hearts.

Xuanyuan Huo looked at his subordinates' trembling, as-if-facing-a-great-enemy appearance, feeling both annoyed and amused.

"Relax, everyone. Don't act like you've seen a ghost."

"Our young friend Ye Chen said it was a misunderstanding just now, and now he wants to help treat your injuries."

"Everyone come over and line up."

Treat injuries?

Let this 'beast' who had just broken their bones and tendons... treat their injuries?

The injured men looked at each other; far from relaxing, they became even more panicked.

In particular, the middle-aged team leader whose wrist Ye Chen had broken first turned pale and knelt on one knee.

"Gr-Group Leader!"

"This subordinate... knows his mistake!"

"It was this subordinate's lack of ability that failed to stop the target!"

"We'll accept whatever punishment! I beg the Group Leader for mercy, just... don't let him 'treat' us!"

As soon as he said this, the other injured members seemed to find their backbone. They all endured the pain, followed suit by kneeling on one knee, and shouted in unison, "Group Leader, have mercy!"

Looking at their stance, it was as if they weren't about to receive treatment, but were headed to the execution ground.

They were truly terrified of Ye Chen's fighting.

Let this lord 'treat' them?

Who knew if this was some new form of torture?

What if, while being 'treated,' their injuries got even worse?

The office suddenly fell silent.

Bai Wanqing couldn't help but chuckle.

Even the corners of the mouths of the eight Bodyguards standing sternly around the room twitched under their masks.

Ye Chen rubbed his nose and looked at Xuanyuan Huo with an innocent face. "Old Master, it seems... your subordinates have a bit of a deep misunderstanding about me."

Xuanyuan Huo was also between laughter and tears. He pointed at his subordinates kneeling all over the floor and scolded with a laugh.

"Look at how pathetic you are!"

"You've lost all the Dragon Group's face!"

"If I really wanted to deal with you, would I need to be so indirect?"

"Everyone get up! Stand up straight! Let Little Friend Ye see what the Dragon Group should really look like!"

The old Group Leader had spoken, and the crowd didn't dare disobey. They had no choice but to help each other up, grimacing as they stood.

Then.

They lined up, but their eyes were still full of unease as they looked at Ye Chen, like lambs to the slaughter.

Ye Chen shook his head and said no more. He walked up to the middle-aged team leader who was first in line.

The middle-aged team leader's body instantly tensed up. He instinctively wanted to step back but forced himself to stop, cold sweat dripping from his temples.

Ye Chen reached out and grabbed his limp, dislocated, and deformed wrist.

The middle-aged team leader trembled all over, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth, preparing for intense pain.

However—

Only a crisp "click" was heard.

The expected agonizing pain didn't arrive. Instead, after a moment of numbness, the piercing pain in his wrist actually! Actually! Actually! Disappeared!

He opened his eyes in shock and tried moving his wrist.

It was flexible and free!

Except for a bit of soreness, there was no other sensation!

"This... this..."

He looked up at Ye Chen in disbelief, his mouth hanging open, unable to say a complete sentence.

Ye Chen had already let go. At some point, three Silver Needles as thin as cow hair had appeared between his fingers. Without even looking, he gave a casual flick.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Three streaks of silver light accurately sank into the acupuncture points on the middle-aged team leader's chest and under his ribs.

The middle-aged team leader felt a slight numbness where the needles were. A warm current quickly spread out, and the burning dull pain and the discomfort of churning blood in his chest were quickly smoothed away, as if by an invisible hand!

It took only a few breaths of time.

Ye Chen raised his hand and made a beckoning motion. The three Silver Needles, as if pulled by invisible threads, flew back into his palm with a "swish."

"Done. Next," Ye Chen said indifferently.

The middle-aged team leader stood there dazed. He instinctively straightened his back, took a few deep breaths, and swung his arms a few times. His face was full of shock and wild joy.

It's really... better?!

This medical skill is simply divine!

The team members behind him saw everything, and the fear in their eyes was quickly replaced by shock and anticipation.

So... it really was for medical treatment!

And the results were so immediate!

Ye Chen didn't stop. He followed the same pattern, treating them one by one.

Bone setting and relocation!

Acupuncture to clear stagnation!

Placing his palm on the injured areas to channel a sliver of Internal Energy, catalyzing medicinal effects and accelerating healing... Soon, in less than ten minutes.

All the injured, including the one with three broken ribs and a cracked shin, were now standing straight again.

The look of pain on their faces had vanished.

Although the injuries weren't 100% healed, the most serious bone misalignments and internal bruising had been handled. The rest only required regular medication and a few days of rest to fully recover... This was several times shorter than their own estimated recovery time!

When the dozen or so Dragon Group members looked at Ye Chen again, their eyes were completely different.

The previous fear was still there, but it was joined by a heartfelt shock and awe.

With such medical skills combined with that terrifying combat ability... who exactly was this Mr. Ye?!

Xuanyuan Huo took all this in. In his seemingly cloudy old eyes, the sharp glint grew stronger and stronger.

He clapped and laughed, his voice booming. "Good! A fine Ye Chen! Indeed, a hero comes from the youth! Old Zhou didn't lie to me. You, kid, have truly given me a great surprise!"

He stood up, walked to Ye Chen, and patted his shoulder, his tone becoming solemn.

"Ye Chen, are you interested... in joining the Dragon Group?"