The Miraculous Constitution of Doctor Qi Revealed

Changing Yi Linglong's fate would be less effective than avoiding the martial world altogether from the beginning. If possible, Hua Rongyue wouldn't want to have anything to do with the martial world, even though she'd read countless wuxia novels in her previous life.

She could "replay" Yi Linglong's entire life in her memory, even simulate it in her mind as if she were experiencing it firsthand. This only deepened one thought in her mind— no matter what, she must not follow Yi Linglong's old path.

However, the person who came today still managed to surprise Hua Rongyue slightly. When she saw Yan Sheng in real life for the first time, she froze for a full two seconds. It wasn't until he gave her a questioning look that she snapped back to reality.

"Make sure to lock your doors and windows before sleeping. If you encounter strange people on the road, don't come back right away— it's better to go to the magistrate's office."

Yan Sheng instructed Hua Rongyue on some self-defense measures while secretly observing his expression, feeling a bit regretful.

Was his expression too stern and had scared him?

Hua Rongyue turned away, using a calm expression to mask the illusions that had flashed through her mind the moment she saw Yan Sheng. It felt as though a blade had pierced straight through her chest, and she could even smell the scent of blood. At the same time, she heard two voices, one of which likely came from her current body.

"It hurts! Ahhh!" She heard this body scream, heart-wrenchingly.

"Blood! My own blood! Ahhh!"

"I couldn't kill him for now." A cold voice came from afar. "I need help— more people..."

This was how Yi Linglong had died in her previous life. Those who surrounded and killed Yi Linglong weren't just martial artists but also included members of the Six Doors.

At that time, the commander was none other than the man standing before her. For ordinary people and wanted criminals of the martial world, this renowned commander clearly had different attitudes.

At this moment, he was much gentler toward Hua Rongyue. However, it was evident that he had not yet risen to the rank of commander.

"Is Doctor Qi not here?" Yan Sheng asked, seemingly familiar with Doctor Qi.

"It's just me." Hua Rongyue snapped out of her illusion, reminding herself that she was not the murdered Yi Linglong but merely a novice apprentice.

"Doctor Qi asked me to record the patients who came in today, write down their symptoms, and handle the medication pickups for a few patients."

"Just you?" Yan Sheng's face showed visible surprise. He knew Doctor Qi well enough to understand that if he didn't trust someone deeply, he wouldn't leave the clinic entirely in their hands.

"Looks like Doctor Qi has found himself quite an excellent apprentice."

Hua Rongyue could only smile at Yan Sheng's compliment. Her illusions and reality kept intertwining before her eyes, two completely different scenes juxtaposed like a comparison chart— truly bizarre.

While Yan Sheng's subordinates flipped through the clinic's medical records, searching for any unusual patients who had recently visited, Hua Rongyue sat in the main hall, sipping tea and calming herself to ensure she wouldn't act strangely in front of Yan Sheng.

The earlier illusion had indeed come suddenly, but it posed no real danger to her and caused no physical pain. If she were to describe it, Hua Rongyue felt it was more like a "warning," a reminder about fate. This was not good news; she certainly didn't want to see people Yi Linglong had encountered in her previous life.

"Are you curious about what the martial world is like?" Yan Sheng suddenly asked.

Hua Rongyue, who was drinking tea, froze for a moment before looking at Yan Sheng's gaze. On the table were several storybooks— tales of sword saints, love and revenge— all about the martial world. But these books seemed entirely unrelated to the gentle and neatly dressed Hua Rongyue.

"Me? I'm not really interested in the martial world," Hua Rongyue said sincerely. "Those books actually belong to Xiao Lian."

A case of "Lord Ye loves dragons," perhaps. Besides, she wasn't skilled in this area; she had only familiarized herself with it out of necessity for survival.

Yan Sheng nodded knowingly.

Hua Rongyue looked at this serious and perceptive man— how sharp he was. She recalled the illusion she'd seen earlier, a chaotic and deranged scene filled with screams of pain, all drenched in agony, as if reason had been completely lost.

Women, when it came to love, could indeed reach the point of hysteria.

Yan Sheng's investigation was soon interrupted by an unexpected event. Someone rushed in and whispered something in his ear:

"...A woman's corpse was found at Eighteen Pavilion. She seemed to have been tortured before her death, likely the work of a martial artist who had gone mad."

"Eighteen Pavilion?" Yan Sheng frowned.

Hua Rongyue sat quietly nearby, as if she hadn't heard anything, still sipping her tea.

This world was a chaotic one. Hua Rongyue hadn't even heard of this novel before. As she delved deeper into understanding this world, she felt it might have drawn inspiration from various wuxia systems.

For instance, the concept of "going mad" resembled the "love tribulations" in Huang Yi's novels. Many martial artists who couldn't overcome certain obstacles would go mad. However, the aftermath of madness bore similarities to Jin Yong's works, typically leading to one of two outcomes: death or becoming someone whose appearance and thinking were entirely abnormal."

Interestingly, if someone survived madness, the more insane they were, the stronger they tended to become. In her previous life, Yi Linglong had almost reached invincibility in the end, only to be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

Such individuals defied conventional logic. In terms of combat power, this world resembled Gu Long's works, lacking fixed techniques or clear hierarchies.

Many martial artists developed their skills by casually observing a sunrise or sunset, without adhering to any framework— remarkably realistic. Martial artists who went mad often became extremely cruel, even bloodthirsty, with personalities that grew more extreme, irritable, and paranoid.

The Six Doors surely had methods to identify such cases.

Yan Sheng glanced at Hua Rongyue and said, "You heard that, right? Try not to go out too much lately; it's chaotic outside."

He hurriedly left, leaving Hua Rongyue alone to quietly tidy up Wan Fuli's martial arts storybooks and place them on a nearby bookshelf...

Doctor Qi went out for free consultations almost every month, usually visiting impoverished areas.

According to Wan Fuli, Doctor Qi had even been to a leprosy village and narrowly escaped death. But this time, the destination made Hua Rongyue frown as soon as she heard it.

"Eighteen Pavilion?"

"I know someone died there recently, but there's no other choice," Doctor Qi said helplessly.

"There are patients there who need follow-ups— some elderly, others with physical issues that prevent them from traveling far."

"You're going alone?"

"Yes, Xiao Lian shouldn't come with me," Doctor Qi said. "That place is pretty scary."

"Then I'll go with you," Hua Rongyue said almost without hesitation. Doctor Qi didn't refuse; after all, having someone accompany him could bolster his courage.

The two rented a carriage, and upon arriving, Doctor Qi led him through the streets and alleys.

The deeper they went, the filthier it became, with even dead rats visible in the middle of the road. Hua Rongyue, dressed impeccably, walked through it all, making people worry whether his clothes and shoes would get dirty.

Yet, when they reached the patient's house, Hua Rongyue remained spotless, as if he'd just stepped out the door. This made Doctor Qi glance at him several times. He was genuinely curious to see what his clothes or shoes would look like if they got dirty— not out of malice, but sheer curiosity.

It’s truly fascinating— he seems incapable of losing composure in front of others, almost like some kind of magic.

This place seemed cloaked in a layer of dust, and naturally, those living here weren’t the kind who could afford medical fees. Doctor Qi entered the first house, where an elderly man resided. He stayed inside for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, leaving behind several patches of ointment and a packet of medicine. The old man insisted on giving them six blood-stained eggs in return.

House by house, they continued their visits, and the items they received grew more and more numerous. At this point, Hua Rongyue finally understood why Doctor Qi had brought such a large bag when they set out.

Doctor Qi glanced at the impeccably dressed Hua Rongyue, who was now carrying the oversized bag, and worried that he might grow impatient. He offered to carry it himself, but Hua Rongyue simply slung the bag over his back and said, “These are all good things.”

Even though it was just an ordinary cloth bag, he carried it slung diagonally over his shoulder, making it look quite stylish.

They visited a total of about ten households, starting at the hour of the ox and continuing until the hour of the sheep. The sun had already shifted westward, and Hua Rongyue glanced at the sky— it was growing faintly dark.

Doctor Qi said, “There’s just one house left. Once we finish there, we’ll head back.”

The two of them ventured deeper into the area, and the further Hua Rongyue walked, the more something felt off. A faint scent drifted in on the wind— a sickly sweet smell that most people likely wouldn’t notice.

Some things weren’t learned by Hua Rongyue herself but were imprinted into this body. She almost wanted to tell Doctor Qi to hurry back, but her peripheral vision caught a scene that felt eerily familiar.

A clean, tidy door stood before them, with a peculiar lantern hanging outside. Its red shade emitted a light that wasn’t comforting at all, casting the entire road in a blood-red hue.

In her ears, Hua Rongyue seemed to hear the voice of an unfamiliar man again, lazy and drawling.

“This color really suits you. Doesn’t it look just like a red spider lily? Beautiful, isn’t it?”

…

“This is a shop that sells paintings. A shop selling paintings in a place like this— who would’ve thought?” Doctor Qi said to Hua Rongyue with a mysterious expression.

Indeed… who would’ve thought?

It was quite unexpected. Hua Rongyue looked up at the shop. Although she could freely sift through Yi Linglong’s memories, that didn’t mean she could fully understand everything. After all, she’d only been here for six months, and even if she didn’t eat, drink, or sleep, she wouldn’t be able to comb through nearly twenty years of memories.

Judging by her reaction just now, this was likely another place Yi Linglong had visited before.

The gears of fate were beginning to turn. But speaking of which, this little doctor’s constitution really was rather peculiar.

Hua Rongyue cast a strange look at Doctor Qi. Counting herself, this should be the third odd person the little doctor had encountered, right?