Chapter 179: With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?

Chapter 179: With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for?

Upon seeing this scene, the onlookers were puzzled.

Second Mother called out, “Feng’er, have you figured out a solution?”

Qin Feng turned around and nodded, “Although I don’t know why this ash snow can cause such a fever, it seems to be afraid of the Literature Qi of those who follow the Literature Saint Dao Lineage.

Since that’s the case, there’s a feasible method.”

He looked at the flushed and pained Lan Ningshuang, walked quickly to her side, and whispered, “Wait, I will inject Literature Qi into your body, circulate it throughout, and help you get rid of the toxins.

The process may be a bit painful, so bear with it.”

“Okay.” Lan Ningshuang responded weakly.

Qin Feng exhaled, grabbed her hand – smooth and delicate at the touch, yet emitting an unusual warmth.

The toxicity was so severe that even a sixth-ranked warrior couldn’t resist it.

Qin Feng frowned slightly, then introduced Literature Qi into Lan Ningshuang’s body through her palm.

At the same time, he used his X-Ray ability to observe the changes in her body.

As the Literature Qi circulated through the meridians and touched the strange red energy, the red energy rapidly receded at a visible speed.

Not only that, even the faint red marks on Ningshaung’s arm disappeared completely after a few breaths.

“It’s indeed effective!” Qin Feng’s face lit up, accelerating the flow of Literature Qi.

As the strange red energy in Lan Ningshuang’s body was continuously melted by the Literature Qi, the redness on her face gradually faded.

Her heartbeat returned to normal, and her breathing became steady.

As Lan Ningshuang, gradually relieved from pain, she involuntarily let out a comfortable moan.

Qin Feng suddenly stiffened, feeling that something was off. He turned his head and saw the strange gazes from the others in the hall.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?” Qin Feng smirked. A true physician wouldn’t care about worldly opinions. He helped Lan Ningshuang up and asked with concern, “How do you feel now?”

“Thanks, young master. I’m much better now, but I still feel a bit weak. I may need to rest for a while.” Lan Ningshuang replied softly, her eyes filled with gratitude.

The others breathed a sigh of relief at her words.

“That’s good then.” Qin Feng stood up and looked at the other servants infected with the fever.

Not long after, the poison in the bodies of everyone in the hall was cleared.

Qin Feng sat back in his chair, contemplating, “If I weren’t a physician practicing the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, it would have been impossible to easily eliminate such toxins.

Speaking of which, what exactly is this gray snow, and why does it have such a terrifying effect?

Huh? The Literature Qi in my Sea of Consciousness seems to have increased again?”

The other party’s beautiful face had a calm expression, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

“Any problem?” Liu Jianli asked softly.

“No, no problem.” Qin Feng hurriedly shook his head.

“No time to waste; let’s go.” Yang He urged.

Qin Feng nodded; it seemed the situation was much more serious than he had anticipated.

After thinking for a moment, he turned to his family and said, “Stay at home, don’t run around, and be careful not to touch the gray snow outside. We’ll be back after a short trip.”

“Feng’er, be careful,” the second mother called worriedly. She had hoped he wouldn’t go, but she knew it wasn’t realistic.

“Second mother, don’t worry.”

The members of the Demon Slaying Department arrived hastily and left like the wind.

Qin Feng was about to follow, looking at the falling gray snow, his brows furrowed.

Yang He in front, thinking of something, turned around and handed over a thick cloak, “Put it on.”

“Thank you.”

Qin Feng reached out to take it, but a cold voice came from beside him, “No need.”

He turned his head and saw a figure in white walking to his side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

It was indeed Liu Jianli.

A powerful aura surged forth, the white robe fluttered, and the black hair swayed without wind.

The falling ash-like snow was instantly dispersed!

The released energy formed a barrier, isolating a portion of the sky, creating a magnificent scene.

Qin Feng opened his mouth, feeling emotional. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

Just stepping out of the door exuded such a high level of style!

Looking at the surprised expressions of Yang He and others, Qin Feng was quite pleased.

He glanced at the thick cloak handed to him by the other party and smiled, saying, “Brother Yang, you can take this cloak back and wear it yourself. I don’t need it.”

With that said, Qin Feng raised his head proudly and followed Liu Jianli out of the Qin residence.

Yang He took back the cloak, his expression somewhat complicated. He turned to Zhang Tiannan beside him and said sarcastically, “Do you think I have a chance to marry a woman like her in the future?”

Zhang Tiannan glanced at him, reached out to touch Yang He’s forehead, confirmed that there was no fever, and expressionlessly took a step forward, walking out of the Qin residence.

Yang He: “.”