Having attained Great Accomplishment in the Medical Dao, he had obtained the Qi Gazing Technique.
Though he had only reached the Initial Glimpse stage, Chen Yi could already see through another person's physical condition at a glance.
At the very least, he could determine whether there was a lesion, then further identify the illness by examining their complexion, eyes, lips, and posture.
Ordinarily, his experience was not yet sufficient for him to discern the Pointy-Faced Little Man's precise ailment.
But the little man's symptoms were simply too obvious.
"Drenched in sweat, cold limbs, pale complexion, weak breathing... this is Collapse Syndrome."
The Treatise on Cold Damage Disorders recorded that those afflicted with Collapse Syndrome could suffer an instantaneous severing of heart yang and qi if their qi, yang, or blood was startled or struck by external force.
To put it bluntly, if the Pointy-Faced Little Man so much as stumbled or bumped into something, he would die on the spot.
Forget beating him—even frightening him could cost him half his life.
That was why Chen Yi had spoken up to stop Ge Laosan.
"Son-in-law?"
The leading foreign strongman glanced at Ge Laosan before his gaze settled on Chen Yi. "Xiao Family's Medicine Hall?"
The short blade in his hand swayed back and forth, and he was clearly more hesitant than before.
He eyed the little man behind him suspiciously. Seeing sweat streaming down his face, he asked, "Are you sure this Medicine Hall made your condition worse?"
The Pointy-Faced Little Man nodded with a pale face and said weakly, "I-I'm not lying to you. It was him..."
Before he could finish, Chen Yi had already stepped into the Medicine Hall and flung out a handful of white powder.
The little man's eyes rolled back, and he fell stiffly to the