"Grandmaster, this place usually has a healing-type support Soul Master on staff!"
Just as Li Ping'an was about to clock out, he suddenly heard someone come in.
Li Ping'an looked closely and saw Yu Xiaogang carrying Tang San, following behind a middle-aged man.
Li Ping'an recognized the middle-aged man. He was the academy dean Li Ping'an had met when handling his work-study student enrollment.
"Tang San? What happened to him? Is he hurt?" Li Ping'an asked in surprise.
"Which of you is the physician?" Yu Xiaogang asked anxiously.
Though he had traveled across the continent for years when he was young and had plenty of experience, he had no idea how to treat this kind of injury.
He had never seen that mutated Soul Skill with its aphrodisiac effect. How could he know how to treat it?
Li Ping'an didn't step forward. He wasn't a physician, only a healing-type Soul Master.
How could ordinary people afford to hire Soul Masters to treat their illnesses?
So Li Ping'an watched from the sidelines, letting the clinic's physician step forward and examine Tang San first.
The physician had seen all kinds of patients and didn't react to Yu Xiaogang's rudeness.
"How did this child get hurt?" the physician asked.
Yu Xiaogang felt a little embarrassed to say it aloud. "He was injured by my Soul Skill."
"Your Soul Skill? So you're a Lord Soul Master. My apologies for not recognizing you!" The physician's attitude changed at once, and he became very welcoming.
Everyone knew that Lord Soul Masters had money and were willing to spend it.
As for whether a Soul Master would actually make a move, that depended on where they were.
They were in the city, where even the nobles had connections to the Spirit Hall Branch.
"May I ask what effect your Soul Skill has, Lord Soul Master?"
Afraid something might happen to Tang San, Yu Xiaogang quickly explained what his Soul Skill did.
"Physician, my Soul Skill is called 'Farting Like a Rutting Beast, Passion-Flaming and Lust-Stirring Luo Sanpao'!"
"Fart?" The physician froze, struggling not to laugh.
He hadn't expected this Soul Master's skill to be a fart—and an aphrodisiac fart, at that.
But he didn't dare laugh aloud, in case he angered the Soul Master.
Li Ping'an listened closely, curious to hear what Yu Xiaogang's new Soul Skill was.
He knew what kind of Soul Beast Yu Xiaogang had absorbed the Soul Ring from, but not what Soul Skill he'd obtained.
"This Soul Skill should have aphrodisiac, hallucinogenic, and stimulating effects!" Yu Xiaogang said uncertainly.
He had only just obtained the Soul Skill and hadn't fully studied it yet.
"An aphrodisiac and hallucinogenic effect?" Li Ping'an frowned. This Soul Skill seemed a little sinister.
"Did his Soul Skill mutate because he practiced the Evil-Warding Sword Manual?"
"Or is it because dragons are lecherous by nature, and castrating himself awakened this trait in Luo Sanpao?"
Li Ping'an's guesses ran wild, but he didn't think much of it.
He was minding his own business. It wasn't as if he would come into conflict with Yu Xiaogang.
In a few years, he could go to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and forge an Ice and Fire Golden Body. It would refine away every poison and make him immune to a hundred poisons. What would he have to fear from an aphrodisiac fart then?
The physician nodded. "I see. That explains why the child's condition looked as though he'd taken a potent aphrodisiac."
"I can give him a few doses of sedative medicine. Once he takes it, the aphrodisiac effect in his body should gradually stabilize."
"Then we can ask our healing Soul Master to use a Soul Skill to treat his injuries. How does that sound?"
The physician asked for approval, glancing at Li Ping'an as he did.
Yu Xiaogang thought the diagnosis made sense and said, "All right. Let's treat him that way!"
The physician nodded. "Very well, Lord Soul Master. The medicine costs one Gold Soul Coin, and the healing Soul Master's fee is thirty Gold Soul Coins."
"As for my consultation fee, I'll waive it. Consider it a personal discount!"
"What? Thirty-one Gold Soul Coins?" Yu Xiaogang was startled by the price.
He had little income and lived entirely on the ten Gold Soul Coins the Spirit Hall gave him each month.
Treating Tang San would cost him three months' income?
He was a Soul Elder. If an ordinary commoner came here for treatment, they might have to spend their entire life's savings and still not have enough.
"Lord Soul Master, the child was injured by your Soul Skill, so naturally the treatment costs a little more," the physician explained.
"If he'd only suffered an ordinary injury, the fee would be much lower."
"Grandmaster, if you don't have enough money, I can lend you some," the academy dean offered from beside them.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "Academy Dean, there's no need. I still have money."
He remembered that next month, he'd be able to collect a monthly allowance of one hundred Gold Soul Coins from the Spirit Hall. This amount didn't concern him.
Besides, he wanted Tang San to receive the best treatment possible, so he wouldn't suffer any lasting effects.
Only after Yu Xiaogang paid did the physician begin preparing the sedative.
Li Ping'an gave the physician a thumbs-up.
"Private doctors have always been ruthless! They're masters at judging people and charging accordingly."
"What? Twenty of those thirty Gold Soul Coins are my commission? Then never mind!"
Soon, the physician gave Tang San the sedative, then asked Li Ping'an to treat him.
Yu Xiaogang had paid, so Li Ping'an naturally didn't refuse.
"The healing Soul Master at this clinic is you? Why is it a child?" Grandmaster couldn't help questioning him when he saw a boy step forward.
Li Ping'an saw that Grandmaster hadn't recognized him and didn't bother to argue. He held out his hand and revealed his Martial Soul.
Yu Xiaogang was about to offer some pointers and see if he could get the treatment fee lowered.
But when he saw the Martial Soul in Li Ping'an's hand, he froze. "What kind of Martial Soul is that?"
He had read widely, but had never seen a Martial Soul like it.
How could this know-nothing Yu Xiaogang recognize Li Ping'an's Martial Soul? He hadn't even recognized Tang San's Clear Sky Hammer at first.
And Li Ping'an had absorbed a Nine-Heart Begonia Soul Ring—a one-of-a-kind, unprecedented case.
"My Martial Soul is called Nine-Star Spirit Grass. So, do you still want treatment?" Li Ping'an asked.
"Nine-Star Spirit Grass? What kind of Martial Soul is that? Why have I never heard of it?" Yu Xiaogang wondered.
Seeing this, the academy dean hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over. "We do! We want treatment!"
He led Grandmaster aside. "Grandmaster, look at his Soul Ring. It's a Hundred-Year Soul Ring!"
"In Nuoding City, any Soul Master who can absorb a Hundred-Year Soul Ring is no ordinary person."
"And he's still so young, with a bright future ahead. We can't afford to underestimate him!"
As the dean of Notting Academy, he devoted himself to educating students and loved nothing more than young geniuses. That was why he thought so highly of Li Ping'an.
"What's so impressive about a Hundred-Year Soul Ring?" Yu Xiaogang thought. His own Soul Rings had the optimal configuration too.
But he didn't argue. The academy dean had given him a way to save face, so he took it, not wanting to delay Tang San's treatment.
As a master of Martial Soul Theory, he was also quite interested in this Martial Soul.
Li Ping'an activated his Martial Soul, and his Soul Ring suddenly lit up.
A beam of light fell over Tang San. Leaves of every color drifted down and merged into his body, healing his injuries.
Tang San's complexion visibly improved.
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