Chapter 049: Blood of the Heart

“I’m telling you one last time—get out!”
At this moment, Zhao Feng exuded an aura of quiet authority, commanding respect without a trace of anger.
Yuan Jie was startled, but she was not an ordinary person. She was trained—perhaps even a martial practitioner from the Dragon Nation.
Her face grew cold as she warned, “Zhao Feng, I advise you not to act recklessly!”
Zhao Feng regarded her with icy indifference. “Let me give you some advice as well.”
“What?”
“You should leave immediately. Otherwise, you’ll only be delaying the best possible time for treatment.”
“He’s right, you should go,” Li Changqing interjected.
Yuan Jie shook her head resolutely. “As a member of the Red Agency, I am bound to uphold justice. I will not stand by and watch a life slip away in my hands!”
Zhao Feng’s face darkened, but he held his silence, visibly restraining his temper.
He turned to Li Changqing. “Director Li, please arrange another room for me.”
Li Changqing nodded. “Alright, come with me.”
Without so much as a glance at Yuan Jie, Zhao Feng scooped up Nannan, took Xianglan’s hand, and followed Li Changqing out, bypassing Yuan Jie entirely.
“You’re too arrogant!” Yuan Jie stamped her foot in frustration.
Zhao Feng and Li Changqing entered another room.
“You should step outside, Director Li,” Zhao Feng said.
Li Changqing nodded and left, closing the door behind him.
Now only Zhao Feng, Nannan, and Xianglan remained.
Zhao Feng locked the door, then took Nannan’s arm to check her pulse.
He closed his eyes, his ears twitching slightly as he carefully assessed Nannan’s condition.
Xianglan watched anxiously. “Brother, how is she?”
Zhao Feng opened his eyes slowly. “It’s not looking good.”
Xianglan tensed up at once. “Don’t scare me!”
He sighed. “To truly cure Nannan, we must find something called the Harmonizing Flower. But such a thing doesn’t exist in the mundane world.”
Tears welled in Xianglan’s beautiful eyes. “Brother, what is the Harmonizing Flower?”
“It’s a miraculous thing—only it can solve Nannan’s problem.”
“Then… is there any other way?” Xianglan pressed.
Zhao Feng considered for a moment. “For now, I can only suppress her symptoms temporarily. Meanwhile, we’ll search for the Harmonizing Flower.”
Xianglan nodded earnestly. “Then start suppressing them right away!”
Zhao Feng hesitated.
Xianglan blinked. “What’s wrong, brother?”
He scratched his head, embarrassed. “I can help, but I’ll need something from you.”
Xianglan blinked again. “What is it?”
Zhao Feng glanced awkwardly at her chest. “I’ll need a drop of blood from your heart.”
“From my heart?”
“Yes.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Take it!”
He hesitated once more, but finally sighed, reminding himself that as a healer, he should not be troubled if the patient herself was not.
Composing himself, Zhao Feng’s gaze grew clear and calm.
“Sister, please take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“I need you to undress.”
Xianglan finally understood. “Is that really necessary?”
He nodded. “Of course. Otherwise, how can I take blood from your heart?”
She hesitated, but seeing Nannan lying weakly on the stool, Xianglan gritted her teeth and slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
Her beautiful face flushed red as she unfastened her top, leaving only an old-fashioned undergarment exposed.
As she reached for the clasp, Zhao Feng stopped her. “That’s enough, sister.”
She blinked in surprise. “This is enough?”
Zhao Feng nodded. “Please, take a seat.”
“Oh, alright.”
Xianglan sat down.
Zhao Feng knelt in front of her.
With a soft sound, he formed his fingers into a sword shape and channeled his spiritual energy. Instantly, a transparent silver needle formed at his fingertip.
Xianglan watched, amazed.
Zhao Feng smiled gently. “It might hurt a bit.”
Xianglan nodded. “Go ahead, brother.”
With that, Zhao Feng raised his right hand and swiftly pierced her left chest.
Xianglan inhaled sharply.
He chuckled. “Does it hurt, sister?”
She shook her head. “It’s alright, like a bee sting.”
“Good.”
He bowed his head, focused his energy, and carefully twisted the silver needle deeper.
As the needle entered inch by inch, a drop of crimson heart’s blood emerged.
Quick as lightning, Zhao Feng caught the drop with his left hand, guiding it with spiritual energy to hover gently in his palm.
This heart’s blood was in fact the essence of life itself—precious beyond measure, especially for those who practiced cultivation.
His method relied on the deep connection between mother and child.
Holding the drop of essence, Zhao Feng carefully brought it to Nannan’s lips and let it fall inside.
Nannan swallowed instinctively, the essence sliding down her throat.
“Now!”
Zhao Feng rapidly channeled his spiritual energy, forming more silver needles.
He inserted them one after another into key points on Nannan’s head—Baihui, Zuqiao, Ren Zhong—until her scalp was crowned with needles.
A soft hum resonated in the air as Zhao Feng massaged her body with his energy.
Gradually, the pallor faded from Nannan’s face, replaced by a healthy flush.
A faint sound escaped her lips as Nannan slowly opened her eyes.
Xianglan exclaimed in joy, “Nannan, you’re finally awake!”
Nannan blinked. “Mom, where’s your blouse?”
Xianglan instantly grew embarrassed.
Nannan’s big eyes swirled mischievously. “Mom, were you and Brother Zhao Feng doing something naughty?”
Xianglan’s face turned even redder. “Nonsense!”
Nannan giggled. “Mom, I wouldn’t mind if you and Brother Zhao Feng—”
“Quiet!” Xianglan quickly covered her daughter’s mouth.
Zhao Feng, flustered, rubbed his nose awkwardly.
He stood up. “Sister Xianglan, you two chat here. I’ll step outside for a bit.”
“Alright!”
Zhao Feng beat a hasty retreat.
When he stepped out, he found Yuan Jie waiting.
She glared at him furiously. “You little bastard, you finally came out!”
Zhao Feng blinked in confusion. “What’s this about? Why call me a little bastard for no reason?”