"This is... unprecedented."
The attending physician stood stiffly at the foot of the bed, staring at Ye Xuan like he was a specimen in a jar. His brows furrowed, voice uncertain. "W-We ran a brain scan just this morning. There were signs of severe trauma—potentially irreversible. But now, not only is he awake, he... seems lucid."
Mo Yang's aged eyes narrowed. "What are you suggesting? That he faked his own death?"
"No, no! Absolutely not," the doctor stammered. "But such a recovery defies medical logic. It's like... a miracle."
Ye Xuan, still dressed in a hospital gown, sat up with an amused smile. "It is a miracle. A miracle that a doctor of your... caliber is still practicing."
The doctor stiffened. "You—"
Ye Xuan cut him off with a wave of his hand. "When you walked in, your breathing was erratic, your pupils dilated, and your fingers twitch every few seconds. You've been having night sweats, yes? A bitter taste in your mouth each morning? Let me guess... lower back pain and declining performance in bed?"
The room went silent.
Mo Xian'er choked on her tea.
The doctor's face turned redder than a ripe tomato. "W-What nonsense!"
Ye Xuan yawned. "So, just standard symptoms of kidney deficiency then. Mild yang depletion. Cut the coffee, lay off the alcohol, and tell your mistress to stop draining your lifeforce every other night."
The doctor staggered back like he'd been slapped.
Mo Yang's eyes flickered with interest.
"Where did you learn to make such assessments?" he asked slowly.
Ye Xuan tilted his head. "Grandfather was a doctor, wasn't he? Maybe I picked up a few things. Or maybe I'm just better than every so-called expert in this hospital."
The doctor opened his mouth to protest, but Ye Xuan reached for the prescription slip in his hand.
"Let me see that. Hmm... this combination? You were going to prescribe this to me? Are you trying to kill me again?"
With a few swift strokes, Ye Xuan scribbled over the original and wrote a completely new prescription. He handed it to Mo Yang.
"Try this instead. Brew it as tea twice a day."
Mo Yang took the note, scanned it... and his expression shifted.
The ingredients weren't exotic, but the synergy... it was brilliant.
This wasn't just medical knowledge—it was mastery.
"I'll have someone prepare this immediately," Mo Yang said, voice serious. "You... stay here and rest."
He left the room, dragging the flustered doctor behind him.
Only Mo Xian'er remained, arms crossed, eyes cold.
"I don't know what trick you're playing," she said, her voice low. "But don't think a few clever words will make me accept this marriage."
Ye Xuan leaned back, unfazed. "Good. I don't want a wife who looks at me like I'm trash."
She blinked, taken aback.
He smiled. "But don't worry. In a few days, you'll be begging to take that back."
She scoffed. "In your dreams."
He met her gaze, eyes like ancient stars.
"Exactly. My dreams. And in those dreams... I tear heaven asunder."
She froze.
For a moment, Ye Xuan felt the stir of ancient power within him. His meridians still dormant, his spirit weak—but the heavens would tremble again soon.
And this world would learn what it meant... to offend a cultivator reborn.