Flender and Ma Hongjun Come Seeking Medical Help, I Make My Move

A miserable, pig-slaughtering shriek of pain drifted from outside the clinic, reaching the ears of Ye Qingzhou.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Teacher, I don't want this old man to treat me anymore!"

An old man?

Judging by the scream just now, Ye Qingzhou guessed where his grandfather was.

He walked out of the clinic and saw Ye Shuyuan taking the pulse of a child about his own age.

The child had flaming red hair and a rather round belly.

Standing beside him was a middle-aged man with the face of a profiteer, looking quite anxious.

"Your Excellency Medical Saint, is there any way to cure my disciple's Evil Fire at the root?"

Ye Shuyuan let go of the child's hand, shook his head, and sighed: "It is difficult."

Upon hearing the words "it is difficult," Flender and Ma Hongjun were struck as if by lightning, their faces—one large and one small—collapsing instantly.

If these words had come from anyone else, they would never have believed it, assuming the person was merely trying to swindle them out of more money.

But who was the person before them?

The person before them was the famous healing-type Titled Douluo, Medical Saint Douluo Ye Shuyuan!

Ye Shuyuan was not only a healing-type Titled Douluo, but he also possessed an immense wealth of knowledge regarding medicinal herbs.

If even he could not cure Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire, who could?

Watching the grief-stricken master and disciple, Ye Shuyuan could only offer a glimmer of hope amidst the despair by explaining the origin of the Evil Fire.

"Your Evil Fire can only be suppressed, not completely cured."

"If the Evil Fire were merely an external force, I could eliminate it entirely, but this little fatty's Evil Fire coexists with his Martial Soul."

"Unless the Martial Soul undergoes Martial Soul Evolution to transform the Evil Fire into pure fire elemental energy, forcing it out would likely leave the little fatty a cripple."

Upon hearing the word "cripple," Ma Hongjun could no longer contain himself, hurriedly shaking Flender's arm and crying out:

"What? Teacher, I don't want treatment anymore! I don't want to become a cripple!"

Seeing Ma Hongjun acting so spineless, Flender was so angry he could barely speak: "You!"

Just as he raised his hand, intending to slap some sense into Ma Hongjun, his hand froze in mid-air.

He had traveled all the way from Suotuo City to seek medical help, and from a Titled Douluo at that.

What was it all for?

It was to cure Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire at the root, or at least suppress it if a total cure was impossible. And what about Ma Hongjun?

He was a coward who feared death.

Sigh.

Forget it, no point in dwelling on it.

Perhaps there were other ways.

Ye Qingzhou watched from a distance.

This was his grandfather's time for seeing patients; unless it was the patient's family, no one was allowed to disturb him without permission.

Flender showed his respect for the Medical Saint Douluo before him:

"Your Excellency Medical Saint, since Hongjun's Evil Fire cannot be cured, is there any way to suppress it?"

If the method provided by the Medical Saint Douluo still wouldn't work, he would have no choice but to let Ma Hongjun go to the brothels.

Although that could suppress Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire, it would also allow him to experience pleasure.

Ye Shuyuan quickly thought of a solution.

If one were to ask what attribute could suppress Evil Fire?

That would undoubtedly be the ice attribute.

Ye Shuyuan stroked his beard, glanced at Ma Hongjun, and spoke: "As long as you can find an ice-attribute Spirit Master, you can use the ice elements of their Martial Soul to suppress Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire."

This little fatty's character was nowhere near as good as his own dear grandson's.

This was his initial impression of Ma Hongjun.

"An ice-attribute Spirit Master?" This put Flender in a bit of a difficult spot.

Where was he supposed to find an ice-attribute Spirit Master?

He asked repeatedly: "This... Your Excellency Medical Saint, is there no simpler way?"

"Hmm?" Ye Shuyuan frowned, annoyed that he was planning to give up before even starting. "There is one, but it is not suitable for your little disciple."

Flender's eyes lit up; as expected of the Medical Saint Douluo, he could even provide multiple solutions for Hongjun's Evil Fire.

Ma Hongjun also suddenly felt a glimmer of hope. In fact, if he had the choice, he would have preferred the second option.

To suppress his Evil Fire through intimacy with an ice-attribute Spirit Master.

If that ice-attribute Spirit Master happened to be a stunning older woman with a great figure, wouldn't his little body be in heaven?

Thinking of this, Ma Hongjun, having had a few experiences, began to conjure up the scene in his mind.

On a cool, large bed, a beautiful, stunning, and versatile older woman lay beside him, personally helping him suppress his Evil Fire.

Watching the drool leaking from Ma Hongjun's mouth, Ye Qingzhou and Ye Shuyuan wore expressions of utter disgust.

Flender noticed Ye Shuyuan's expression and looked toward his side.

He discovered Ma Hongjun, lost in his fantasies, smiling foolishly with disgusting drool dripping from his lips.

Smack.

He slapped his own face.

I can't bear to open my eyes; I hope this is just a hallucination.

Embarrassing, shameful, he's lost all face.

How could he have taken on such a hopeless disciple as Ma Hongjun?

What must the Medical Saint Douluo think of him now?

Flender roared at Ma Hongjun: "Ma Hongjun!"

Just at that moment, Ye Qingzhou came to Ye Shuyuan's side, and Ye Shuyuan smiled at his grandson.

Startled by Flender's roar, Ma Hongjun snapped out of his fantasy.

Realizing he had made a fool of himself in front of the Medical Saint and outsiders, Ma Hongjun lowered his head.

Suddenly, he felt an intense, scorching heat deep within his chest.

"Teacher, Teacher, my body is so hot, so hot."

He began running back and forth in the middle of the road, his body erupting with purple-red flames.

"I really..."

Not to mention Ye Qingzhou and Ye Shuyuan, even Ma Hongjun's teacher, Flender, had never expected Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire to go berserk in such a manner.

He made his move.

Facing Ma Hongjun, who only had a Soul Power Level of eight, Ye Qingzhou acted.

Relying on a soul power that crushed Ma Hongjun's by a full twelve levels, along with the dual protection of his Magnolia and Prayer Angel, he grabbed Ma Hongjun by the neck and hoisted him up, stopping him from running around.

"So fast!" Flender curiously sized up the child, who appeared to be the same age as Ma Hongjun.

When did this child appear? Why didn't I notice him before?

His focus had been entirely on Ma Hongjun and Ye Shuyuan; Ye Qingzhou's arrival was completely unexpected.

Ye Qingzhou held Ma Hongjun toward Ye Shuyuan and said, "Grandfather, feed him an Ice Grass first."

Ice Grass was a common ice-attribute herb, abundant in the Far North; it was similar to Blue Silver Grass, only it contained ice elements and was edible.

Hearing this, Ye Shuyuan took several stalks of Ice Grass from his storage Soul Tool and tossed them toward Ma Hongjun.

With Ye Qingzhou's assistance, the Ice Grass was fed into Ma Hongjun's mouth.

Ma Hongjun's scorching body briefly calmed down due to the infusion of the Ice Grass.

Seeing that Ma Hongjun had recovered, Ye Qingzhou tossed him to the ground with a look of disdain.