Chapter 55: I'm Going to Suffocate You to Death

  Nowadays, Zhang Yi can't do that kind of blood for blood, tooth for tooth. Even if Yan Hui's provocations come one after another, he is very angry in his heart, but he also doesn't plan to swallow his anger and tolerate it.

  He has good blood flowing through his veins.

  But...

  This doesn't mean he's a good master to bully, if the dog bites him once, he naturally won't bite the dog back. As soon as he had an idea, he came up with a plan.

  The middle-aged beautiful woman was finally angry, and she didn't expect that the usually obedient and sensible apprentice would be so sharp-tongued and bitter today, targeting Zhang Yi everywhere. Looking at the young man's appearance, it doesn't seem like he has offended him before!

  "Get out, you hawk! If you dare to speak out of turn again, get out immediately and never set foot in here again!" the middle-aged beautiful woman said angrily.

  The swallow returned to the eagle, and the resentment in his eyes quickly dissipated. He took a step back, bowing respectfully, indicating that he would never dare to be presumptuous again.

  Chu Qianying was also filled with indignation, now looking at Yan Huiying, she was so displeased. That unnoticeable protective thought of not wanting Zhang Yi to be humiliated, which even she herself had not detected, was brewing in her heart. She walked up to Zhang Yi's side, reached out and grasped his arm, saying angrily: "Good people argue with reason, bad people argue with their mouths, the tongue is made of flesh, but facts are cast in iron. Zhang Yi, just cure my master's illness and shut him up."

  Zhang Yi smiled faintly, reached out to put his arm around Chu Qianying's shoulder, patted her twice gently, then withdrew his hand and turned to the middle-aged woman: "Lan auntie, let me help you diagnose it! Although I don't dare guarantee that I can really cure you, I'll do my best."

  The middle-aged beauty flashed a strange color in her eyes and smiled: "Thank you."

  As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the inner room.

  Zhang Yi glanced at Yan Huiying, and just now he deliberately put his arm around Chu Qianying's shoulder, showing affectionate behavior, which was meant to provoke Yan Huiying.

  Non-aggression pact

  If you don't know what's good for you and keep offending me, I'll drive you to the brink of collapse, torturing you until you're on the verge of death.

  Zhang Yi's plan was to provoke Yan Huiying, make him angry, drive him mad, and let him do irrational things and say irrational words in his anger. Not only would he make Chu Qianying even more disgusted with him, but also make Lanyi have the same thoughts, driving Yan Huiying away.

  That gentle glance, sweeping over Yan Hui's body, made Zhang Yi's anger dissipate completely. Yan Hui's jealous gaze, furious expression, and tightly clenched fists showed that he was suffering greatly.

  "Let's go in!"

  Zhang Yi reached out and grabbed Chu Qianying's wrist, pulling her towards the inner room.

  Chu Qianying did not notice Zhang Yi's improper behavior, and first of all, Zhang Yi had grabbed her before, violently pulling at the most sensitive part of her body. Now, what she was thinking about in her mind was that she hoped Zhang Yi possessed the medical skills to bring people back from the dead, so he could cure her master's illness.

  Qiao Qiao was caught by Zhang Yi, and Chu Qiying didn't even struggle before following behind.

  Seeing this scene, Yan Huiying was even more indignant and furious. Despite his strong martial arts skills, he couldn't help but tremble with rage, raising his tightly clenched fist and swinging it fiercely at Zhang Yi and Chu Qianying before reluctantly following them.

  He felt his heart bleeding as if it had been pierced by a sharp arrow with a thousand holes.

  Ow...

  He was in so much pain that even breathing was difficult for him.

  A faint fragrance wafted through the air, in front of an antique chair with a classic charm, a middle-aged beautiful woman exuded an elegant and noble temperament, lightly sitting on it, pointing to the chair beside her, smiling: "Zhang Yi, please sit down."

  Zhang Yisong put down the travel bag he was carrying and placed it on a nearby table, then said: "Lan Auntie, let me take your pulse first!"

  The middle-aged beauty smiled and stretched out her wrist, looking at Zhang Yi pressing on her pulse.

  "Lan Auntie, when did your illness start? What are the symptoms?" Zhang Yi silently observed the middle-aged woman's expression, while feeling her pulse and asking.

  "It's been almost a year. As for the symptoms, apart from weakness in my limbs, heart palpitations and difficulty falling asleep, there's nothing else," said the middle-aged American woman.

  Zhang Yi's eyes were contemplative as he quietly felt the pulse of the middle-aged beautiful woman.

  One minute later.

  Zhang Yisong released the middle-aged beauty's wrist and said, "Lan Auntie, have you been prone to emotionalization over the past year? Unprovoked irritability, or sudden extreme joy or sorrow, and the occurrence of things around you can trigger your fantasies, making you think of some things about yourself? Moreover, there is a kind of impulse in your heart, an impulse to express yourself?"

  The middle-aged beautiful woman's eyes lit up and she nodded heavily at once:

  "That's right..."

  Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed slightly as he calmly said, "You are a practitioner of ancient martial arts, and one with very high attainment at that, aren't you?"

  The middle-aged beauty exclaimed in surprise: "You also know of the existence of ancient warriors? Indeed, I am one."

  Zhang Yi smiled and said: "Coincidentally, I also obtained a cultivation method recently."

  The middle-aged beauty asked: "Zhang Yi, have you diagnosed what symptoms I have?"

  Zhang Yi said: "If I didn't misdiagnose, Aunt Lan, you have hysteria!"

  Hysteria?

  The middle-aged beautiful woman was stunned, and a look of horror flashed in her eyes. She exclaimed: "Isn't hysteria just a mental illness? I... how can I have a mental illness?"

  Zhang Wei said: "Hysteria, also known as conversion disorder, is a mental illness caused by spiritual factors. Patients with this disease have personality traits such as suggestibility, performance, self-centeredness, emotionalization, and fantasy."

  "And you, indeed, have encountered such a situation. As for what you said about feeling weak in your limbs, heart palpitations, and difficulty falling asleep, it's because over the past year, you haven't expressed yourself, although you've been feeling uncomfortable and wanting to express yourself, but you've been suppressing it painfully, every time you feel that urge, you use other ways to suppress or divert your attention. As a result, your qi and blood have fluctuated greatly, sometimes causing dizziness and confusion."

  "Enduring severe suppression and restraint, you are more severely ill than ordinary hysteria patients. If not treated in time, the longer it takes, the more serious your illness will become. In the future, there is a high possibility that during cultivation, you may fall into demonic possession or when you can't hold back, your essence, energy, and spirit will be suppressed and restrained, affecting bodily functions, causing your body to deteriorate day by day. By the time the disease reaches its critical stage, even the Great Luo Golden Immortal won't be able to treat it."

  The middle-aged beautiful woman stared blankly at Zhang Yi, her face even paler, muttering:

  "How did I get this disease?"

  Wang Ke smiled bitterly and said: "The causes of hysteria can be divided into three categories: first, psychological factors; second, social and cultural factors; third, biological factors."

  "Psychological factors: generally referring to traumatic experiences in childhood, which may lead to separation anxiety disorder in adulthood."

  "Socio-cultural factors: The cultural level of patients with this syndrome is relatively low, and most live in a closed homogeneous cultural environment. Therefore, the level of education, social culture, and living environment play an important role in the occurrence of dissociative conversion disorder."

  Biological factors: genetics.

  The middle-aged beautiful woman listened to Zhang Yi's words, and her eyes revealed a few points of pain, as if recalling something unpleasant. Originally, she was still relatively calm, but a cold killing intent emanated from her body.

  "Master's wife!"

  Chu Qiying hastily called out.

  She then turned her head with a look of urgency and asked Zhang Yi, "Don't talk nonsense, how should my master's illness be treated? Can it be cured?"

  Zhang Yi nodded and said: "It can be cured, and the method is very simple."

  "Then hurry up and say it!" Chu Qianying said urgently.

  Zhang Yi smiled slightly, stood up and glanced at Yan Huiying's unyielding expression, put his arm around Chu Qianying's shoulder, leaned in close to her ear, and said in a low voice, "Curing your master's illness isn't something that can be done overnight. She needs nourishment, I'll tell you a method, taking Chinese medicine internally with accompaniment can cure it."

  Chu Qianying turned her face sideways, her sensitive red lips almost brushing against Zhang Yi's mouth, the distance between their noses only a few centimeters apart. Even when she spoke, her warm breath sprayed onto Zhang Yi's face:

  "What's the solution?"

  Zhang Wei smiled slightly, his hands cradling her cheeks, gently turning her face back and forth, before leaning in close to Chu Qianying's ear once more. In a low voice, he said: "Through the aura emitted by your master, I can sense that she must have an unrelenting hatred deep within her heart. It is essential that we help her resolve this hatred and thoroughly dispel the knot in her heart. If she cannot eradicate the darkness from her heart, then her illness may never be fully cured. Furthermore, I..."

  "What are you doing? Let her go..."

  Yan Hui's eyes almost spat out fire, his jealous expression twisted his face into a grotesque mask. In the midst of Zhang Yi's speech, he suddenly sprinted to Zhang Yi's side, grabbed his shoulder with lightning speed, and punched him in the face.

  Under the sudden attack, Zhang Yi's lips were pressed against Chu Qianying's face, and then his strong body, at the moment of rushing out, also pinned Chu Qianying under him.

  Fragrant scent fills my bosom.

  Zhang Wei could even feel the twin peaks of Chu Qianying's chest, the elastic compression on his own chest. Especially when Zhang Wei was suddenly hit and his body slammed into Chu Qianying's, he stretched out his arms in that instant, heavily hugging Chu Qianying, using his own arms to land first, sparing Chu Qianying from harm after falling.

  "You... you bastard!"

  Swallow returned, Yan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Zhang Yi and Chu Qianying's posture, the suffocating pain in his heart made him furious to the point of almost losing his sanity, he raised his foot and wanted to kick Zhang Yi flying.

  "Bang......"

  A middle-aged beautiful woman flashed a cold light in her eyes, and a seemingly gentle palm slapped Yan Huiying's left shoulder, sending him flying three or four meters away before heavily crashing to the ground.

  "That's enough, Yan Hui, are you done yet?"

  The middle-aged beautiful woman shouted angrily.

  Zhang Yi used his right hand to exert force, and his left hand pressed fiercely on the ground. At the moment he stood up, he also pulled Chu Qianying up with him. After releasing her, he rubbed his cheek that had been hit and asked Chu Qianying with a hint of concern: "Are you okay? Sorry, I..."

  Chu Qiuying was just pinned down by Zhang Yi, although it was only for a few seconds, but the strange taste that arose in her heart had already spread throughout her entire chest.

  After being pulled up by Zhang Yi, looking at Zhang Yi's concerned expression, a hint of shyness flashed across her eyes, she raised her hand and gently pressed it to Zhang Yi's lips, then used her pale thumb to gently wipe away the bloodstains from Zhang Yi's mouth, shaking her head and saying: "I'm fine, are you okay?"

  Zhang Yi smiled and said, "I'm fine too."

  The swallow hawk that crawled up from the ground, never thought in his dreams that his respected master would suddenly lay hands on him. Although it didn't hurt, he couldn't kick Zhang Yi, so a flame of anger burned even more fiercely in his heart.

  When he saw his beloved junior sister, with that extremely gentle posture, gently wiping away the bloodstains from Zhang Yi's mouth, he was suddenly consumed by jealousy and loudly shouted: "Junior sister, are you crazy? What are you doing?"

  Chu Qianying suddenly turned her head, her angry face quickly climbing up her cheeks, she strode to the front of Yan Huiying and slapped her hard:

  "Bang..."

  A crisp slapping sound echoed through the house.