"Has he really been cured?"

This scene had the greatest impact on the past chiefs of the National Medical Group who had come along. Sun Fu even walked out of the room, frowning as he moved among the patients. With each person he checked, the concern on his face deepened.

By the end, he was muttering to himself, remarking on each person's pulse. "How can this be? Their pulses have truly stabilized. This is impossible! Even their complexions have greatly improved."

Some of the National Doctors with backgrounds in Western Medicine followed behind Sun Fu, examining the patients' symptoms. After confirming that the symptoms had either diminished or disappeared, their eyes were filled with disbelief.

"How did he do it?"

Unlike Sun Fu, who was beginning to panic, the other doctors, after their initial surprise, started to ponder a single question: how exactly had Wang Jian managed it? If they knew the reason, they could do it too. This would be a blessing for all of humanity. Of course, many were also thinking about how far their own medical skills could advance. After such wild thoughts, the way everyone looked at Wang Jian had completely changed.

Only after all the patients in the courtyard had been sent away did Wang Jian finally return to the room. If anyone had doubted his abilities before, they certainly didn't now.

Someone suddenly muttered, "Why hasn't this man joined our National Medical Group?"

Although the voice wasn't loud, everyone in the room heard it. Xu Changqing and Old Chen's lips curled into a smile; they knew trouble was coming for Sun Fu.

Zhang Cheng was the first to challenge him. He went out into the courtyard, grabbed the stunned Sun Fu, and dragged him back. "Sun Fu, stop playing dumb. This whole situation is your fault, so don't think you can feign ignorance to get out of it. You've held this position for so many years; it's time you showed some accountability."

After speaking, Zhang Cheng walked over to Wang Jian, ignoring Sun Fu's expression. By then, the other doctors present had figured out what was going on. Regardless of why Wang Jian hadn't joined the National Medical Group, it was inextricably linked to Sun Fu.

Wang Jian asked, "Can you explain briefly?"

Zhang Cheng nodded. "Recently, a group of tomb robbers discovered an ancient tomb of unknown age in a large mountain. The news was well-hidden, but a third party got involved and secretly smuggled the antiques out of the country. By the time we got the information from the tomb robbers and confirmed the antiques were national treasures, some of the items had already been lost overseas. He was one of the soldiers sent abroad to intercept them... Fortunately, the final artifacts were all brought back."

Pointing to the person on the bed, Zhang Cheng asked, "Can you tell me what illness Zhang Haiyuan has?"

"Illness?" Wang Jian glanced at Sun Fu and chuckled. "Doctor Sun should have already told you. It's Soul Loss Syndrome."

"But why doesn't medication work?" Zhang Cheng asked, puzzled. "That's not normal, is it?"

"Hmm." Wang Jian nodded. He had already touched on this, so he decided to ask a different question. "Do you believe that humans have souls?"

This question once again plunged everyone into silence.

"There are two types of Soul Loss Syndrome," Wang Jian said. "Most cases recorded in ancient texts are diseases like amnesia or a vegetative state. Only a very few cases, like Zhang Haiyuan's, are the second type."

He continued, "It means literally losing one's soul. There is a problem with the soul itself."

Seeing that no one spoke, Wang Jian understood their skepticism. If he hadn't experienced the Yang Soul firsthand, he wouldn't believe in such a thing either. He didn't know if it was Zhang Haiyuan's good fortune or his own. If this group had come a few days earlier, he wouldn't have been able to treat Zhang Haiyuan.

"If we rely solely on medication, we can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause," Wang Jian continued. "I have a method to treat the root cause, but it can only be used at night. For now, we must wait."

His Yang Soul wasn't yet capable of traveling by day, only by night, so the treatment had to be arranged for the evening. Otherwise, with the intensity of the daytime Yang energy, even if he could treat Zhang Haiyuan's illness, Zhang Haiyuan's soul wouldn't be able to withstand the burning pain once it appeared.

"At night?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of those present became even more peculiar. If it weren't for the incident in the courtyard that had already shocked them, someone would have surely spoken up with some dismissive remark. But now, no one said a thing.

Unlike the others, Xu Changqing became visibly excited after hearing Wang Jian's words. In a single step, he was in front of Wang Jian, moving so fast that no one in the room saw him clearly.

"You... My boy..." Xu Changqing said excitedly, "Have you really reached that realm?"

"The night before last, by a fluke," Wang Jian smiled. "It's quite a coincidence. If you had come three days earlier, I wouldn't have had the ability to save him. He might have become one of the living dead."

Xu Changqing grabbed Wang Jian's hand, repeating, "Good, good," several times. His eyes grew moist as he felt that the earlier ordeal with the human pill had not been in vain.

Hearing this, Zhang Cheng felt a pang of fear.

"What realm is Old Xu talking about?" Zhang Cheng asked in a low voice, his curiosity piqued. Everyone else in the room also pricked up their ears.

Xu Changqing calmed his excitement, smiled at everyone, and said cheerfully, "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. Just watch for yourselves tonight."

The old man was pleased, but he didn't want to listen to their prattling. Some things were better seen to be believed, as it was far more persuasive.

Zhang Cheng had no choice but to leave Zhang Haiyuan at the clinic. Fortunately, the place had been well renovated by the Cai family and was equipped with all the necessary life-support systems, making it comparable to the VIP wards of major hospitals.

It wasn't until evening that everyone gathered there again, waiting for Wang Jian to do something. Zhang Cheng had asked if he needed anything prepared, but Wang Jian had no requests. As day turned to night, he just sat there, seemingly lost in thought. It was unclear whether he was preparing to treat the illness or simply enjoying the sunset.

In reality, however, Wang Jian was secretly absorbing the Yin Yang Power present at twilight, continuously perfecting himself.

As night fell, his state reached its peak.

Wang Jian finally spoke. "I'm going to start. No matter what happens, do not disturb me."

"Okay!" Zhang Cheng nodded. With him there, keeping the other doctors in check was not a problem.

But the scene that followed left even him stunned.

After he finished speaking, Wang Jian sat cross-legged on a stool and entered a state of profound concentration. As he began to harness the Yin Yang Power to guide his Yang Soul out of his body, the moonlight seemed to answer his call. It cast a layer of moonlit radiance around him, perfectly outlining a human form.

Before the others could even wonder what it was, the human-like figure detached itself from Wang Jian's body. An illusory figure, identical to Wang Jian, appeared before everyone and even nodded at them.

However, this phenomenon of moonlit radiance lasted for only three breaths before the ethereal Wang Jian vanished from sight.

"A ghost?" someone blurted out in fear, but Zhang Cheng quickly shot him a glare, and he swallowed his words.