Rubbing his chin as he muttered a few words, Chen Changsheng nudged Chen Feng beside him.
"Didn't you want to see what illness Young Master Lu had?"
"Now's your chance. Hurry up and go."
"I'll go after you're done."
Hearing this, Chen Feng did not stand on ceremony and walked straight behind the curtains.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Soft coughing drifted out, accompanied by fluctuations of Chen Feng's Divine Sense Realm behind the curtains.
Clearly, Chen Feng had begun his diagnosis as well.
The time it took to drink a cup of tea soon passed, and Chen Feng emerged from behind the curtains.
Seeing Chen Changsheng's questioning gaze, Chen Feng shook his head helplessly. "He was born deficient. There's nothing I can do."
After receiving Chen Feng's answer, Chen Changsheng pondered for a moment before walking straight behind the curtains.
The curtain slowly lifted, revealing a pale yet handsome young man lying on a cushioned couch.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Covering his mouth with a handkerchief, the young man coughed softly twice and said weakly, "I must trouble you. How does the alchemist intend to diagnose and treat me?"
"My condition is unusual. If you need to examine me with Divine Sense Realm, please inform me beforehand."
"No need. I rarely use Divine Sense Realm when treating patients. Just give me your wrist."
The young man paused upon hearing that, but still extended his left hand.
Watching Chen Changsheng carefully take his pulse, the young man said, "This method of diagnosis is rather uncommon among alchemists."
"Every profession has its specialty. I'm no good at alchemy, but I excel at treating difficult and complicated illnesses—especially patients like you, half-dead and barely alive."
"Buzz~"
The two elders standing guard beside the young man abruptly opened their eyes.
The young man, however, raised a