An Unfortunate Coincidence

Faced with Feng Jun's question, Xu Leigang felt it was far too difficult to be caught in the middle.

He had been humbly currying favor with Master Feng while also treating the people from Dragon City with great courtesy.

Yet somehow, without anyone noticing, things had turned out like this.

But he could not lose his temper either. He could only explain with a bitter smile, "It's... everyone was getting a little impatient, weren't they?"

This time, Feng Jun was rendered speechless. After a pause, he slowly said, "Old Xu, you know I haven't gotten a medical license yet. Even if they can't wait, they still have to."

Did he need a medical license? No. Why would an immortal cultivator need a license to treat people? To certify that his profession was immortal?

What Feng Jun meant was: I am not a doctor, and I have no obligation or duty to treat anyone.

He was genuinely a little angry. It was not as though he had begged to treat them. Helping them was a favor; refusing was his right.

What did they mean by blocking his door?

If they really wanted to force him to help, then they should not be blocking his door. They should deliver Tu Country's goods first. Then they would see whether he hurried to treat them—if he owed someone something, he would pay it back quickly.

"No license?" Gao Qiang spoke up, asking coldly, "You practice medicine without a license?"

Feng Jun glanced at him, blinked, and asked in confusion, "Did you see me practicing medicine?"

Gao Qiang was choked for a moment, but he still said bluntly, "You used medicine to help people lose weight. Doesn't that count as practicing medicine?"

Feng Jun frowned and spoke somewhat unhappily. "Medication for weight loss can also