Proud Goddess Falls in Love with Me
Chapter 641 - 641 601 Rare Disease_1

641: Chapter 601 Rare Disease_1 641: Chapter 601 Rare Disease_1 The disturbance on the bronze sword indicated that the evil spirit was right in front of him, which was Yang Menghuan dancing behind the red gauze.

Although he had located the evil spirit, eliminating it appeared to be no easy task.

After much contemplation, Lu Chuan concluded that he could only wait for the performance to end to see if there would be a chance to meet Yang Menghuan backstage.

However, judging by the stage arrangement today, Yang Xun clearly did not want people to see Yang Menghuan’s face.

Could it be that the evil spirit had already affected her body?

Lu Chuan felt that this was very possible, and even highly likely.

If that were the case, wouldn’t it be even more difficult to meet Yang Menghuan?

If he could help her eliminate the evil spirit within her, perhaps he could use that as a bargaining chip to obtain the Immortal’s Beard Herb.

At that moment, Zhan Tianyu next to him noticed Lu Chuan’s behavior and quickly asked, “I feel something is off with you, is there something wrong?”

He looked at Lu Chuan and then lowered his gaze to the bronze sword in Lu Chuan’s hand.

“This bronze sword of yours truly looks like a substandard piece, but the layer of radiance covering it is indeed quite special.”

He stroked his chin, staring earnestly at the bronze sword in Lu Chuan’s hand.

Lu Chuan sheathed the longsword and hoisted the scabbard back onto his back.

“Nothing, let’s continue watching the performance.”

“It’s a pity, isn’t it?

Finally getting to see her perform for once, and yet you can’t see anything, not even what she looks like.”

Zhan Tianyu shrugged helplessly.

Lu Chuan nodded slightly, “Exactly, we can’t see anything, only the moving dance.

I suspect many people are somewhat dissatisfied.”

“They’re not going to make a fuss about it, are they?”

Zhan Tianyu shook his head, “That’s definitely not going to happen; the people gathered here aren’t all here just to watch the performance; many are here to network and make new friends.”

“This event is an opportunity, a platform.

Only someone with a problem in their head would cause trouble at this time.”

He made a lot of sense.

Even if the audience below was dissatisfied, they would not stand up and make trouble directly.

At most, they would stop watching the performance and chat more with the people beside them.

Gradually, the dance drew to a close.

As the music slowly died down, Yang Menghuan on the stage stopped dancing and bowed deeply to the audience.

At that moment, Yang Xun came forward, looked at the audience with a smile, and said, “I’d like to thank everyone again for coming to appreciate my daughter’s performance.

I know today’s viewing wasn’t fully satisfying.

You may stay to chat, and I will arrange for top chefs to serve you delicious dishes.”

After speaking, he scanned the crowd, as if deep in thought, he paused for a moment.

Then, clearing his throat and swallowing nervously, he continued, “Everyone, I have a request, and I’m not sure if I should speak of it.”

The crowd looked at one another, then spoke up one after another, “City Lord Yang, if you have encountered any troubles, please feel free to tell us, it’s no problem.”

“We all know each other well now; if there’s any help you need, we’ll be happy to provide it.”

“Just say it, what trouble have you encountered?”

Yang Xun’s face relaxed slightly, and then he said, “It’s like this, my daughter has recently contracted a peculiar skin disease that has caused her once snow-white skin to become ulcerated and horrifying to behold.”

“It is for this reason she has kept herself isolated, too ashamed to meet others.

On the day of the performance, I originally wanted to persuade her to postpone.”

“But she told me that dancing is the meaning of her life.

If she couldn’t dance, it would be akin to killing her.”

“That’s why I agreed to let her perform and why we put up this layer of red gauze.”

“It’s really because we were afraid of frightening everyone, not because we intended to prevent you all from seeing clearly.”

After finishing his weighty speech, the crowd exchanged uncertain glances.

“City Lord Yang, do you mean you want to use our connections to find a Divine Doctor to cure your daughter’s skin disease?”

“Exactly, that’s right, it’s just like that.

All of you are divine beings with Divine Skills, and I believe with your help, we can definitely find a solution.”

Yang Xun said with some excitement, seeing that none of the people present seemed to refuse, hope kindled in his heart.

“We are all acquaintances here, and I will certainly help if I can.

If I hear any news about such a Divine Doctor, I will definitely introduce them to you.”

“My family does have a Divine Doctor, but he doesn’t have much experience treating rare skin diseases, so…”

“City Lord Yang, why don’t I go up and have a look?

I’ve been studying medicine since childhood and am proficient in various medical techniques, knowledgeable in the treatment of many skin diseases.”

At this moment, someone volunteered himself and stood up, looking seriously at Yang Xun.

Seeing this, Yang Xun immediately became excited, “Then, if you could diagnose on the spot and see if this illness can be solved, I would be very grateful.”

Following that, the person walked out from the audience and headed toward the stage.

Lifting the red silk aside, he stepped onto the stage, coming to stand in front of Yang Menghuan.

The next moment, a scream rang out.

“Ah!!!”

The man who had gone up on stage got scared, his legs turning to jelly, and he nearly collapsed to the ground!

Witnessing this, Yang Menghuan couldn’t help but lower her head and start sobbing softly.

“Miss Yang, I’m really sorry, I just have a low threshold for shock.

Let me take your pulse now…”

He stepped forward, raised his hand, and placed it on Yang Menghuan’s wrist.

After a while, he furrowed his brows, a worried expression on his face.

Waiting for a moment longer, he seemed at a loss for what to say.

He withdrew his hand, standing in place and exhaled a helpless sigh.

“I’m really sorry, my medical skills aren’t refined, and I can’t make out the cause of the illness…”

“The young lady’s condition is serious; I’m afraid we need to seek someone more capable.”

With that, he stepped down from the stage.

Hearing this, the audience couldn’t help but start murmuring amongst themselves.

“It seems like Yang Menghuan’s illness is quite serious.”

“This disease doesn’t look simple.

It’s left that man feeling so powerless—he didn’t even see a glimmer of hope.

I’m afraid it might indeed be incurable.”

“There should still be other Divine Doctors in the audience, let them go up and take a look one by one.

Maybe someone knows a special remedy that could just cure her.”

“Indeed, if we try a few more people, we’re bound to find out the cause of the illness.”

At this moment, Yang Xun’s expression became very solemn; in this period, he had been running everywhere, beseeching Divine Doctors to come and treat his daughter.

However, after consulting five or six of them, all were at a loss concerning her condition, without a single clue on what to do.

It had even driven him to the brink of despair.

On the stage, Yang Menghuan was sobbing quietly, apparently feeling very wronged.

In her heart, she had already given up.

So many prominent figures had come today, and if her ailment still couldn’t be identified, she was afraid there might be no hope left.

With that thought, the idea of ending her life even crossed her mind.

Just then, in the fifth row of the audience, an elderly man in a white robe stood up.

“Let this old man have a look on stage.

I have never failed with complex and varied diseases, City Lord Yang, you should have come to me earlier.”

As he stood up, the crowd promptly looked over, exclaiming in surprise, “Flower Ridge Miracle Healer!”

“He has actually come out of seclusion, how rare!”