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The jeep drove slowly past the Su family residence, arriving at a secluded courtyard nearby.
Outside the courtyard was an old perimeter wall, suggesting nothing more than an ordinary farmhouse.
Yet the space within was immense, spanning over two thousand square meters—several times larger than the Su family estate.
A flicker of curiosity crossed Su Rou's eyes, as according to her understanding, Ye Ling should have been penniless after being released from the Far North Prison. How could he possess such a large property? The land alone would be worth tens of millions, wouldn't it?
"Su Rou, find a room and rest for now, I have some matters to attend to," Ye Ling waved his hand, leading Su Rou to a bedroom before he headed alone towards the courtyard entrance.
Whoosh, whoosh!
Several figures emerged from the corners, kneeling down respectfully.
"Wang Wu, commander of the First Legion!"
"He Feng, commander of the Second Legion!"
"Chen Dao, commander of the Third Legion!"
"We greet His Highness, the Northern Liao King!"
The three legion commanders, the foremost war generals in the military, knelt devoutly on the ground, looking up to the War God they worshipped in their hearts!
Ye Ling looked upon them, his eyes revealing a trace of sorrow.
"Three years have passed, and I have finally left the Far North Prison. Have the commanders of the Northern Liao Army's three legions truly all perished in battle?"
"My lord!" From the jeep, a man towering like an iron tower leaped down, and with a thud, knelt on the ground.
"Ye Jiu of the Canglong Battalion, greets Lord Northern Liao King!"
The Canglong Battalion was known as the premier special forces battalion of the Dragon Kingdom, and as its commander, Ye Jiu held the title of leader of the military, his status ranking second only to that of the few War Kings.
Ye Jiu knelt on the ground, his face full of excitement.
Even if the Hidden Dragon Organization has many experts, they would not be a match for the Northern Liao King!
"Mmm, the Hidden Dragon Organization attempted to assassinate me in the Far North Prison, even using the legendary King Yan's Powder, but they didn't expect that I would encounter the Medicine God. Not only did I turn a calamity into a blessing, but I also made an unprecedented breakthrough,"
Ye Ling said with a cold laugh, then added in a chilly voice, "Keep this matter secret for now and secretly investigate the spies of the Hidden Dragon Organization for me. I want to wipe them out completely!"
"Yes, Commander!" Ye Jiu bowed deeply, then stood up and said, "My lord, I've already arranged for the White Tiger Battalion to lie in ambush outside the city. Just give the order, and they can help you eliminate any enemy."
"I understand."
In the yard, Su Rou sat collapsed in a chair, her face flushed unnaturally, forehead dripping with sweat, chest heaving erratically, breathing shallow and intermittent, appearing as if she were at death's door.
Ye Ling's expression changed with alarm, and he went to check her pulse, "Her heart rate is failing, and she's experiencing angina. How have you endured such a serious illness?"
"Heh, it's nothing. I've been an orphan since I was little, and it was Grandfather who saved me. I'm already fortunate to have lived this long." A tragic but beautiful smile appeared on Su Rou's face as she held Ye Ling's hand earnestly, "Ye Ling, I can live for at most another half year. It's not too late for you to change your mind; you don't have to marry someone on the brink of death!"
Ye Ling was deeply shocked. He never imagined that the delicate girl before him had shouldered so much pain.
To face the prospect of wilting away at such a youthful and beautiful age.
Pain pierced through Ye Ling's heart, and he grasped her hand firmly, "Su Rou, since you are my wife, I will definitely cure your illness!"
"Then I thank you!" Su Rou said with a faint smile, yet a hint of desolation flickered through her eyes.
Her condition had been examined by renowned doctors from both within the country and abroad. Whether it was traditional Chinese medicine families or Western medical professors, each had sentenced her to death.
Some professors even claimed that curing her illness would be more difficult than winning the Nobel Prize in Medicine.
She had long given up, considering Ye Ling's words as mere comfort.
Ye Ling, of course, discerned her thoughts but did not offer further explanation. Instead, he wrote a prescription, instructing Su Rou to take the medicine daily to regulate her body.
His teachings from the legendary Medicine God's medical techniques were vastly different from conventional medicine. As long as he could regulate Su Rou's body properly, he could use the King Yan needles to stimulate her potential and help her overcome her heart disease.
"Take the medicine during this period. Once your body is regulated, I will apply the needles and completely cure your heart disease!"
Ye Ling looked serious as he patted her shoulder and told her to rest in a side room.