Médico Supremo: Eu Estou Relaxando na Família Rica

“If you don’t stop soon, this mountain is going to collapse!” Niu Yichen cursed under his breath, his lithe figure darting like a leopard across the muddy mountain path.

A once-in-a-century torrential rain had transformed the serene, peaceful deep forest into a living hell.

He was no ordinary hiking enthusiast but a living immortal who had secluded himself here—his medical skills were nothing short of miraculous, capable of bringing the dead back to life without difficulty, and he possessed unique insights into the path of immortality.

But in this cursed weather, even a master like Hua Tuo would have to focus on saving his own life first.

The urgent task now was to find a safe place to shelter from the damned mudslide.

Suddenly, a flash of bright red caught his eye.

Amid the rubble at the foot of the cliff lay a woman, her life hanging in the balance.

Niu Yichen furrowed his brows but did not rush down immediately.

He was no saint; saving someone meant ensuring his own safety first.

What if there were traps or another mudslide waiting below? That would be a double disaster.

He carefully surveyed the terrain, confirming no risk of a secondary landslide, before leaping down in a few bounds.

“Tsk, the injuries are serious,” he muttered, squatting to check the woman’s breath—she was still alive.

As his fingertip touched her wrist, he abruptly halted.

A faint golden light flowed from his finger, slowly enveloping her.

This was no special effect but the visible manifestation of his unique inter