"Wan'er, how are you!?"
Su Fei hurried over to the bedside, her pregnant belly supported by a maid.
"Sister..."
Su Wan slowly opened her eyes and weakly reached out her little hand.
"Doctor!!"
Su Fei hastily grabbed Su Wan's hand and anxiously turned to call for the elderly physician.
"Uh..."
The old man saw that he'd been singled out and could only steel himself to step forward and check her pulse. "The domineering force in Second Miss's body has been dispelled, and her injuries have all been healed. She'll be as good as new after a few days of quiet rest."
"She's really healed!?"
The other physicians immediately lost their composure.
Although the weakened version of Heavenly One True Water and the Spirit Turtle Eight Methods' gold-needle acupoint technique that Zhao Changsheng had brought out had dealt them a tremendous shock, this was the domineering force cultivated by Immortal Emperor Aotian! Could anyone really dispel it completely!?
"Wahaha..."
Qingqing felt like she was back in her element and immediately jumped out to jeer. "Who was it just now who called themselves a famous physician of the Northern Region? And who questioned my master's medical skills? Why has everyone gone quiet now? Were you born not to talk?"
"You..."
The physicians' faces flushed with anger and shame, but they couldn't do a thing.
They'd thought he was just an ordinary young scholar, but they hadn't expected his medical skills to be so extraordinary. He'd slapped them hard across the face.
"What do you mean, 'you'!?"
As the mouthpiece of the Cowardly Path, Qingqing raised her chin haughtily. "If you're bad, practice more. If you can't take losing, don't play. Your medical skills are no good, but that doesn't mean my master's are, too. I've seen experts who look down their nostrils