Invincible Little School Doctor Chapter 2284: Kill Him!

"You..." Ye Hechan was left speechless by Ye Haochuan, perhaps never expecting his most useless brother to become so glib. He found himself at a loss for words to counter.

Beside him, Ye Yixuan suddenly spoke up, "Fine, since you say you can cure him, go ahead and do it!"

"Elder Brother, you..." Ye Hechan was a bit surprised and was about to inquire, but was cut off by Ye Yixuan’s words.

"However, if anything happens to Father while he’s in your care, don’t think you can avoid responsibility at that time!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Hechan instantly understood Ye Yixuan’s intent, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This guy is quite adept at using others to do his dirty work!

Ye Haochuan couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

What does it mean if something happens to him? This old man was dying anyway. Even without interference, he couldn’t survive.

Ye Yixuan intended to forcibly place Ye Hongmao’s death on Ye Haochuan’s shoulders, labeling him as a patricide, which would mean eliminating Ye Haochuan would not be fratricide, but revenge for their father.

Unfortunately, these tricks were completely ineffective against Ye Haochuan.

With both not interfering, Ye Haochuan could act without any worries.

Soon, the Seven Treasures Needles appeared in his hand, and with his ethereal skills, he swiftly inserted them into the acupuncture points around Ye Hongmao’s body.

"When did this guy learn medical skills?" Ye Hechan looked at Ye Haochuan in some surprise and whispered.

Ye Yixuan shook his head and said, "Regardless of whether he’s studied medicine, given his age, how much could he have researched? He probably just learned a few tricks and is eager to show off."

Ye Haochuan ignored them, and soon, the Dragon Origin Essence Qi was infused into Ye Hongmao’s body through the Seven Treasures Needles.

The Dragon Origin Essence Qi possessed a very strong healing effect. Although it wasn’t as powerful as in Ye Haochuan’s own body, it was still quite remarkable.

In just a few minutes, wisps of black smoke suddenly started to emerge from Ye Hongmao’s ears and nose. The blackness on his face also started to fade at a visible speed during this process.

Both Ye Yixuan and Ye Hechan were stunned, but they secretly thought in their hearts, "An illusion, it must be an illusion. A condition that all the medicinal cultivators in Jianyang County were helpless against! How could he possibly cure it?"

"Cough~ cough~"

Suddenly, there was a burst of violent coughing, at first very weak, but gaining strength with each cough.

"Father... has woken up? How can this be?" The two stared wide-eyed at the scene, as if in a dream.

But soon, they confirmed that they weren’t dreaming. Ye Hongmao had indeed awakened, and, judging by his aura, had recovered considerably.

At this moment, Ye Hongmao was staring at Ye Haochuan in a daze and slowly asked, "Who are you?"

"Ye Yichuan!" Ye Haochuan replied coldly, instantly pausing his actions and retracting the Seven Treasures Needles.

Ye Hongmao’s illness wasn’t completely cured; Ye Haochuan only expelled some Demonic Qi, providing temporary relief.

It’s not that he couldn’t cure it, but he didn’t intend to. First, he wanted to let off steam for Ye Yichuan, and secondly, a healthy Ye Hongmao wouldn’t be as useful as a sick one.

"You say you’re... Ye Yichuan?" Ye Hongmao looked at Ye Haochuan in amazement, disbelief in his eyes.

Although he was an unfit father, he still remembered that Ye Yichuan was the name of his youngest son.

"Take this pill, one per day. It can extend your life for a while!" Ye Haochuan did not answer, instead coldly passing over a pill bottle before getting up and leaving.

Ye Hongmao was stunned, unable to believe his eyes. Not only him, but Ye Yixuan and Ye Hechan were also left speechless, watching blankly as Ye Haochuan left the room, forgetting even to stop him.

"Is he... really Yichuan?" After a long while, Ye Hongmao finally spoke in a daze.

"He should be... right?" Ye Hechan responded dumbly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Hongmao couldn’t help but take another look in the direction where Ye Haochuan had left. He never expected that his most unappreciated, foolish son would, after more than ten years, have such abilities and literally pull him back from the Ghost Gate Pass.

Leaving Ye Hongmao’s room, Ye Haochuan walked straight towards Ronglan Court.

As he approached, an angry roar echoed from the courtyard: "Bastards, who let you bring a shabby old undead into my courtyard? Get out of here before I slaughter you all!"

"It was... the Third Young Master who had us carry him here!" a voice answered in a trembling tone, near tears.

"Third Young Master? Are you all stupid? There have always been only two Young Masters in Ye Residence. When did a Third Young Master appear?" the voice replied impatiently.

"It’s the Third Young Master who returned from Yellow Wind Mountain!"

"Are you talking about that trash Ye Yichuan? Damn it, he’s just a waste, and yet you honor him as the Third Young Master? Get out of here at once, that old undead disgusts me. Keep it up, and I’ll teach your so-called Third Young Master a lesson too!"

"Such big words!" Ye Haochuan sauntered in, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

The roaring man was a robust middle-aged man named Liang Zhiye, one of Ye Yixuan’s most capable subordinates, with a cultivation level at the True Immortal Mid-Stage.

Liang Zhiye glanced at Ye Haochuan, initially intimidated by his presence, but after discerning Ye Haochuan’s cultivation level, he was filled with disdain.

"Well, well, it’s been years, and you, the trash, have grown into a handsome fellow. But a waste is still a waste, and your cultivation level will always just be mediocre."

"Whether it’s mediocre, does a servant like you have the right to judge? This Ronglan Court is my mother’s place. Now, you can get out!" Ye Haochuan said calmly.

"Oh, such big words!"

Liang Zhiye sneered and said, "This courtyard was granted to me by the Family Head to live in, so what, you think your words are more valid than the Family Head’s?"

"That was granted earlier. Now, your Family Head wants you gone. If you don’t believe it, you can ask him face to face!" Ye Haochuan said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Liang Zhiye laughed loudly and said, "If you’re going to make things up, at least make it sound believable. The Family Head has been critically ill for a while now. There’s no telling when he’ll breathe his last, so how can he be bothered with matters concerning a waste like you?"

"Shut up, I’m not dead yet!" As soon as he finished speaking, a formidable pressure suddenly swept over, accompanied by overwhelming fury.

Liang Zhiye shivered, staring dumbfoundedly at the strong silhouette not far away, trembling as he spoke, "Fa... Family Head, you’re better?"

He couldn’t understand how Ye Hongmao, who had been bedridden for so long, suddenly recovered.

"Hmph!" Ye Hongmao snorted coldly. This bastard’s earlier words clearly showed he was eager for his death.

Though angry, he knew Liang Zhiye didn’t mean it, so he decided not to pursue the matter.

At this moment, Ye Haochuan coolly said, "I find this guy unpleasant. Kill him!"