Medical Mastery Perfected, Manifesting Divinity at the Clinic

"Senior Brother Shen, yesterday's rain was unbelievable. I haven't seen rain that heavy in all these years."

Early the next morning, the sky had already cleared.

Inside Clinic No. 8, Feng Hao brewed Shen Han a steaming cup of wolfberry tea. He had grown accustomed to calling him "Senior Brother Shen."

"Good thing I patched the leak in the roof a few days ago."

Shen Han said with a smile.

In truth, compared with the torrential rain, the two lackeys from last night had left a deeper impression on him. Without a doubt, it would not be long before he faced them head-on.

"Senior Brother Shen, a patient's here."

"Mm, let's get to work."

During this period, the number of patients at Clinic No. 8 had increased by the day. Huang Tie had even considered finding another apprentice to help out.

"Whew, why are there so many gynecological cases?"

At the hour of the Snake in the morning, Shen Han finally found a chance to catch his breath.

Whoosh!

A medical book suddenly appeared in his arms.

Shen Han understood. His duplicate had finished studying the book and thrown it out of the Bronze Mirror.

He hurriedly opened the panel.

Mirror Master: Shen Han

Cultivation: None

Cultivation Method: Breathing Technique (Mastery)

Martial Arts: Basic Fist Technique (Perfected)

Skill: Medical Arts (Perfected)

His medical arts had finally reached perfection!

Overjoyed, Shen Han closed his eyes.

Sure enough, it was as though several centuries of medical experience had been poured into his mind. His grasp of medical principles had already reached the point where fire and pure green flames emerged from the furnace. The diagnosis and treatment of all manner of cold injuries and illnesses had naturally become seamlessly integrated.

To the current Shen Han, no matter what illness it was, as long as the patient had not completely drawn their last breath, there was a chance of saving them. This was undoubtedly an extremely terrifying ability.

"Heaven is helping me..."

Shen Han touched the Bronze Mirror and directed his duplicate to cultivate the Breathing Technique.

Both the Basic Fist Technique and medical arts had reached perfection, so there was no need to continue practicing them. He had his duplicate devote all its time to cultivating the method, making an all-out push to break through to the Skin Refining Realm!

"Elder Huang, save him!"

At that moment, an urgent voice came from the entrance of the clinic.

It was actually the guard captain, Zhan Chaoyang.

He and a young man carried a bamboo stretcher between them, charging into the clinic drenched in sweat.

On the stretcher lay a white-haired old man.

The old man's eyes had rolled white, his whole body convulsed, and yellow foam spilled from his mouth. He had already lost consciousness.

"Guard Zhan, what happened?"

Huang Tie hurriedly rose and crouched beside the stretcher.

Seeing this, the other patients all stepped aside of their own accord. Everyone could tell that this old man's life hung by a thread.

Zhan Chaoyang's gaze was anxious. "Elder Huang, this is my maternal uncle, Chi Qingshan. For some reason, he suddenly fell ill today. My younger brother Chi Ping and I hurriedly carried him here to ask you to save his life."

As he listened, Huang Tie reached out to take Chi Qingshan's pulse.

Chi Ping stood to the side, watching anxiously.

A moment later, Huang Tie withdrew his hand.

The clinic was silent as a grave. Everyone stared at Huang Tie, waiting for his conclusion.

"Little Feng, immediately brew a dose of Soul-Returning Soup!"

Huang Tie ordered with a grim expression.

Feng Hao immediately did as he was told.

Before long, the Soul-Returning Soup was ready. Huang Tie added several more medicinal ingredients to it.

"Pry open his mouth and pour in the medicine!"

After a flurry of activity, they managed to pour the Soul-Returning Soup into Chi Qingshan's mouth.

"This is bad... the medicine's flowing out!"

Yet before everyone's eyes, all of the Soul-Returning Soup flowed from the corner of Chi Qingshan's mouth, spilling all over the floor.

"Elder Huang, what do we do?"

Zhan Chaoyang carefully asked Huang Tie.

Huang Tie let out a sigh. "I originally wanted to use the Soul-Returning Soup to wake Old Chi, but in this condition, it will be difficult."

"Father!"

Hearing this, Chi Ping burst into loud sobs.

With a thud, he dropped to his knees before Huang Tie. "Doctor Huang, please save my father..."

Huang Tie could not bear it. "Sigh, this old man is powerless as well."

The entire clinic erupted.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed. Even Doctor Huang had no solution; there was no saving Old Chi. After all, doctors were not omnipotent.

"Elder Huang, let me try."

A clear voice rang out. It was Shen Han.

Everyone turned to look at him.

Feng Hao was immediately alarmed. Senior Brother Shen, although your medical arts have progressed at lightning speed, this is a moment with nine deaths and one chance of life. You cannot joke around!

"Little Shen, don't overestimate yourself."

Huang Tie waved his hand.

He said this because he did not want Shen Han taking the risk.

Saving someone who had already stepped through the gates of hell, with so many people watching besides—one slip could easily shatter Shen Han's confidence and invite criticism. Shen Han was still young. There was no need for him to suffer such a calamity. Steady, solid progress was the proper path.

"Don't worry, Elder Huang."

But Shen Han merely smiled lightly and still walked over.

Zhan Chaoyang stared at him intently without saying a word.

Huang Tie was stunned. "Little Shen, you..."

"I've studied under Elder Huang for so long. This is the perfect chance to test my own abilities."

Shen Han crouched down and lifted Chi Qingshan's eyelids.

Then he directly gave his orders. "Young Master Chi, stop crying for now and hold down your father's upper body.

Guard Zhan, hold down his lower body.

Brother Feng Hao, pry open Old Chi's mouth and use a bamboo strip to pull out his tongue."

"Alright."

The others followed his instructions.

Since things had come to this, Huang Tie no longer interfered with Shen Han. He stepped back two paces and watched quietly.

Very soon, Shen Han finished examining Chi Qingshan's tongue.

"Doctor Shen, how is he?"

Chi Ping asked anxiously.

"Where did your father go yesterday?"

"He was working in the fields during the heavy rain."

"The matter is basically clear. While working in the fields, your father accidentally ate some kind of poisonous herb. The toxins blocked his qi and blood, which is why he ended up like this. Medicine alone is powerless."

"Ah? Then... what should we do?"

"Don't panic. Taking medicine may not work, but I can use silver needles to invigorate his blood and disperse the stasis."

Shen Han pulled open a drawer and took out a silver needle.

Huang Tie was greatly startled. "You know how to use silver needles?"

Feng Hao also found it unbelievable. Senior Brother Shen, you've never used silver needles these past few days!

Sizzle!

The silver needle pierced the Baihui Acupoint atop Chi Qingshan's head.

Shen Han's fingers turned, and the silver needle shifted gently.

The needle technique brought by Perfected Medical Arts had naturally reached the summit, entering a realm of perfection beyond perfection.

Everyone in the clinic watched without blinking.

A moment later, Shen Han pulled out the silver needle.

"Puh..."

Chi Qingshan spat out a mouthful of blood.

Then, his eyes returned to normal, and color gradually returned to his face.

"Father, how do you feel?"

"I want water..."

"Here."

Chi Qingshan drank two full bowls of water before finally sitting up from the stretcher.

"A divine physician!"

The entire clinic was stunned.

This was someone whom even Doctor Huang had declared certain to die, yet Shen Han had actually saved him with a single silver needle!

The crowd broke into discussion, praising him without end.

Several patients even wanted to arrange a match for Shen Han.

"Thank you, Doctor Shen..."

Chi Ping was about to kneel and kowtow.

Shen Han hurriedly supported him and said with a smile, "Young Master Chi, please do not humble me so. Your father has not fully recovered yet. I'll prescribe another formula for him. After two or three more days of recuperation, he'll be completely fine."

"Thank you, thank you..."

After collecting the herbs, Chi Ping supported Chi Qingshan as they slowly left the clinic.

Zhan Chaoyang walked over to Shen Han and praised him lavishly. "You've got a future!"

"Well done!"

His apprentice had displayed his brilliance, and Huang Tie was so delighted that he could not close his smiling mouth.

After Feng Hao cleaned up the blood on the floor, the clinic returned to normal. Patients came in an unending stream. Of course, with Chi Qingshan's "jade set before them," far more people now took the initiative to ask Shen Han to take their pulse.

It was not until noon that the final patient was seen and left.

"I can finally eat."

Shen Han picked up his meal bowl.

Just as he was about to start eating, a graceful female figure quietly appeared at the entrance of the clinic.

The woman wore a flowing white gauze dress, drifting like an immortal.

A thin silk veil covered her head. She gave Huang Tie and the other two a slight nod in greeting. "Excuse me, is Doctor Lu Qiling of Clinic Hall No. 10 not here?"