The Beautiful CEO's Personal Mad Doctor

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: The Jujube Tree Immortal Sprouts

Wang Yuanchen’s face went pale. Wang Yuanju was his biological sister, the closest family he had, and she had just collapsed right in front of him!

”Xiaojun, what’s wrong?”

Wang Yuanchen quickly scooped Wang Yuanju up, pressing a palm against her back and pouring in a vast amount of True Qi, trying to save her life.

However, the problem was with the blood vessels in her brain. Not even a Divine Realm Grandmaster like Wang Yuanchen could save her.

In just a few short seconds, Wang Yuanju stopped breathing.

”NO!!”

Wang Yuanchen let out a pained, agonized roar and pulled Wang Yuanju into his arms!

”Who?! Who harmed Xiaojun!!”

Hearing Wang Yuanchen’s roar, Qian Tieshou, who had a broken leg, limped forward.

”Master, what’s happened to Miss?”

Wang Yuanchen glared at Qian Tieshou with bloodshot eyes and bellowed, ”Qian Tieshou, I ordered you to protect my little sister. Is this how you protect her? She’s been murdered! Tell me, now! Who did this?!”

’Miss is dead?’

BZZT!!

It was as if Qian Tieshou had been struck over the head; his mind went completely blank!

Qian Tieshou had followed Wang Yuanju for fifty years and already saw her as his closest kin!

An indescribable sorrow and rage surged within him!

’That damn Cheng Yuan!’

’He said our grudges were settled, but he secretly made a move and killed Miss!’

Because of the intense emotional turmoil, the bizarre poison Cheng Yuan had left in him flared up, instantly spreading throughout Qian Tieshou’s entire body!

In less than a second, the poison took full effect, and Qian Tieshou collapsed before Wang Yuanchen!

”Tieshou, what’s wrong? Quickly, tell me who harmed my sister!!”

Qian Tieshou struggled to open his mouth, wanting to say Cheng Yuan’s name, but even with all his might, he couldn’t make a sound. His head lolled to the side, and he died, bleeding from all seven orifices!

”AAAAAH! WHO?!”

Wang Yuanchen was like a furious lion, and everyone fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

The butler cautiously approached. ”Master, please calm your anger. Your nephew is here as well, in the car.”

”Right, right, right, Tianxiang is here too!”

Wang Yuanchen rushed to the lead car and yanked open the door. ”Tianxiang, tell your uncle, who harmed your mother?”

Jin Tianxiang looked at Wang Yuanchen with a foolish grin. ”Uncle? Hahaha, Uncle has white hair now. Hahaha, Uncle is a bad person, hahaha...”

Wang Yuanchen’s expression darkened. ”Tianxiang, what nonsense are you talking? Who on earth harmed your mother? Tell your uncle, and I’ll get justice for you!”

Jin Tianxiang flinched and shrank into the corner of the seat, waving his hands frantically. ”Don’t hit me, don’t hit me! I admit I was wrong! I was the one who broke Uncle’s vase and framed my cousin!”

Wang Yuanchen froze, a distant memory coming back to him.

Back then, Jin Tianxiang had tattled, saying Wang Yuanchen’s own son had broken the vase.

Wang Yuanchen had beaten his son severely, leading to a strained relationship between them ever since.

So it turned out Jin Tianxiang had been the one to break it.

”Master, it seems Tianxiang has gone mad. Don’t frighten him. Try to coax the story out of him.”

Wang Yuanchen nodded and asked in a softer voice, ”Tianxiang, why did you and your mom come to the Provincial City?”

Jin Tianxiang stared blankly at Wang Yuanchen, his mind unable to process the question. ”Dignitaries, hahaha, they all have to die, hahahaha!”

’Dignitaries??’

Wang Yuanchen frowned deeply. ’Could it be dignitaries who harmed my sister and Tianxiang?’

Wang Yuanchen waved his hand. ”Get Tianxiang settled. And investigate! I want to know the ins and outs of this entire matter!”

”Yes, Master.”

* * *

Cheng Yuan was cultivating in Villa No. 1.

Suddenly, Cheng Yuan opened his eyes and turned his head toward the Provincial City. From a great distance, he could vaguely sense that his contingency plan had been triggered.

’The revenge is two-thirds complete. The last third is left—those few dignitaries!’

’How can I make those dignitaries pay the price?’

’Go directly to the Disciplinary Department to file a complaint? What if they have connections in there?’

’It would be best to have someone from the Municipal Government Office help inquire about it.’

After thinking it over, Cheng Yuan had only one choice: Shen Manwen’s father, Shen Jiangnan.

Instead of rashly calling Shen Jiangnan, Cheng Yuan dialed the number of his secretary, Wu Fei.

The call connected quickly, and Wu Fei’s cheerful voice came through. ”Brother Cheng, what can I do for you?”

”Secretary Wu, are you free tonight? I’d like to treat you to a meal.”

”The City Lord is in a meeting in the province and won’t be back in Luocheng until tomorrow. Would tomorrow at noon work?”

”Of course.”

After hanging up, Cheng Yuan felt a stir in his heart. He turned to look at the spot where he had planted the Jujube Tree Immortal and saw two small sprouts breaking through the soil.

The two sprouts grew quickly, becoming twenty-centimeter-tall saplings in just one short hour.

This delighted Cheng Yuan. ”Xiaozao, can you hear me?”

”I can, but Xiaozao is very weak right now. I’ll need at least half a month to recover my strength.”

”Xiaozao, how can you grow faster?”

”I need a Spiritual Object, or an Array to provide Spiritual Qi.”

Cheng Yuan didn’t have any Spiritual Objects, but he could make an Array.

”Xiaozao, you wait.”

Cheng Yuan activated his Double Pupil and looked around.

’Well now!’

’The Feng Shui of the Long Lake District is quite good. There are actually several Earth Veins, and one of them is so strong it’s on the verge of becoming a nascent Dragon Vein.’

’It seems Mei Xing’an must have hired a Feng Shui Master to survey this place.’

Cheng Yuan immediately used the nascent Dragon Vein as the core to set up a miniature Spirit Gathering Array. He supplied Xiaozao with Spiritual Qi, and its growth rate skyrocketed!

Wu Xiuli walked over, saying with some surprise, ”Xiaoyuan, do you feel that? The air around us seems fresher. I feel so relaxed all of a sudden!”

Cheng Yuan pointed a hand toward Xiaozao. ”It must be thanks to the Jujube Tree Immortal.”

’The Jujube Tree Immortal? Didn’t it wither?’

Following the direction Cheng Yuan was pointing, Wu Xiuli was stunned. ”It really is the Jujube Tree Immortal! How did it grow so fast?”

”Well, it is the Jujube Tree Immortal, after all.”

”That’s true.”

After confirming there was no issue with the Jujube Tree Immortal, Cheng Yuan hailed a taxi and headed straight for the address his father had given him.

Twenty minutes later, Cheng Yuan arrived at the Hope Welfare Institute.

Hope Welfare Institute was an orphanage with over fifty years of history. The old director, Li Yumei, had once been honored with the title of Luocheng’s ”Ambassador of Love.”

In recent years, Li Yumei’s health had been deteriorating, and her public appearances had become increasingly rare.

Thanks to Li Yumei’s reputation, the Hope Welfare Institute received substantial sponsorship from the Municipal Government Office every year, and many kind-hearted people came to donate money and goods.

The large iron gate of the welfare institute was shut tight.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Cheng Yuan knocked gently.

CLANG. A small window on the large iron gate slid open. A security guard poked his head out to take a look. Seeing Cheng Yuan’s sharp attire, a smile immediately plastered itself across his face.

”Sir, are you here to adopt a child or to make a donation?”

’I just got my marriage certificate and haven’t even had the wedding yet, so of course I’m not adopting a child. I might as well donate some money, though. After all, this is where Dad grew up.’

”I’ll donate some money.”

The guard’s eyes lit up as if he’d just seen a fat sheep to be fleeced. He eagerly opened the main gate and ushered Cheng Yuan into the welfare institute.

”Sir, you truly are a great philanthropist! All the children in our welfare institute will pray for you, wishing you success in your career and a long life!”