The Only Fear is Traditional Chinese Medicine's Arrogance

God Realm.

Tang San, the Sea God, sat upon his throne, having just parted on bad terms with the God of Destruction. His fingertips tapped rhythmically against the armrest, his brow furrowed with an impenetrable gloom.

Suddenly, Tang San's body stiffened, and he straightened his back with a jolt.

In that very instant, the destiny of the Douluo Continent plane underwent a violent, distorted upheaval.

Could something have happened to the Child of Destiny?

But upon second thought, he dismissed the notion. The Child of Destiny was blessed by the plane itself; even if he faced trials, his life would never be in danger, let alone suffer an unexpected demise on the Douluo Continent.

Still, the God King remained uneasy. Utilizing the God Realm's central hub, he cast his gaze down toward the Douluo Continent below.

"It is indeed the plane consciousness of the Douluo Continent acting up."

Tang San let out a cold snort. I will let you remain active for a while longer, so that...

Before he could finish his sentence, his divine sense faltered, and the coldness in his eyes was instantly replaced by shock.

"Hm? Where is the Child of Destiny?"

Before he could even finish his threats, the God King finally realized what was missing from the Douluo Continent.

The brilliant pillar of destiny representing Huo Yuhao, which he had locked onto since the moment of the boy's birth, had vanished without a trace, as if it had evaporated into thin air!

Ever since Huo Yuhao was born, Tang San had kept this future pawn within his sights.

Because the boy was still young and the time for his grand design had not yet arrived, he had refrained from interfering too much.

In his plan, as soon as this child embarked on the path of a Spirit Master, he would fall into his control step by step.

But now, where was such a massive Child of Destiny?!

A figure flashed through his mind.

"Destruction!" Tang San's eyes turned blood-red, his breathing ragged. "It was you! What exactly have you done?!"

Before the Child of Destiny disappeared, Destruction had been right there!

To dare touch someone he, Tang San, had set his sights on, to dare ruin his plans—Destruction was courting death!

Douluo Continent, Kingdom of Balak, Guyan Village.

Huo Yuhao and Huo Yun'er had been living in the village for two days.

The wooden cabin they occupied was not particularly small; it had been built years ago by the villagers when an injured Spirit Master had come to the village to recuperate.

Once that Spirit Master had recovered, he left behind a few gold spirit coins and departed, never to be heard from again.

The house had sat empty for nearly a decade, gathering dust, yet it remained sturdy and intact—a perfect shelter for the homeless mother and son.

In the corner of the cabin lay a pile of dry firewood brought by the villagers, while the stove and storage shelves were filled with coarse grains, greens, and pickled vegetables provided by the neighbors, enough for the pair to live securely until they earned their first bit of money.

Huo Yun'er was naturally clever and dexterous. During the day, she learned to weave bamboo baskets and embroider plain handkerchiefs from Aunt Wang and Sister Li at the edge of the village, mastering the crafts in just two days.

Once the village peddler made his next trip to Feimu City, they could entrust him to sell these handicrafts in exchange for salt, cloth, and small change to supplement their household expenses.

For the past two days, besides his cultivation, Huo Yuhao had spent all his time exploring the cheat that affected his Innate Soul Power.

Yet, no matter how he focused his inner vision or probed with his spiritual power, he could only "see" that bronze door suspended deep within his sea of consciousness.

Could my cheat really just be this bronze door?

Huo Yuhao sat on the bluestone slab in front of the cabin, examining the bronze door carefully.

Finally, on the dragon-shaped relief on the left side of the door, Huo Yuhao discovered something unusual.

The winding, coiled dragon relief was supposed to be a carving without pupils, yet in the position of the dragon's eye, there was a distinct red-and-black mark. It exuded a strange luster, as if it had quietly imbued this ancient relief with a touch of spiritual charm.

There was something odd about this!

"How exactly do I trigger it?" Huo Yuhao frowned. "Is my Soul Power insufficient, or is there some other hidden condition I haven't met?"

This was when the benefit of a system would have been clear.

If there were a problem, it would actually provide a reminder.

Just as he was deep in thought, a flurry of footsteps suddenly echoed from the village entrance, mingled with the shouts of children, breaking the village's tranquility.

"Come quickly! A doctor has come to the village to provide free medical care!"

A child of about eight years old ran into the village, panting, shouting loudly as he ran, drawing the villagers out from their homes one after another.

Huo Yuhao looked up and saw a tall figure walking slowly along the field path outside the village.

The man appeared to be around thirty years old, dressed in a clean, blue-gray long robe, with a heavy bamboo medicine chest strapped to his back.

His hair was tied back loosely with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands of ink-colored hair fell against his temples, highlighting his clear, refined complexion. Though he carried the dust of travel, he could not hide the gentle, jade-like temperament in his brow.

As the man drew closer, a rich, non-pungent scent of herbs wafted through the air, mixing with the smell of grass from the fields, making one feel inexplicably at ease.

"Who is this gentleman?"

A middle-aged villager, the first to step out of his home, looked at the newcomer with curiosity.

Guyan Village was located in a remote border area; it was rare for outsiders to visit.

The man stopped in his tracks and bowed slightly to the villagers gathering around him. His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze brushing over a wheat field, clear and pleasant to the ear: "I am Ye Cangwu, a traveling physician. Passing through your esteemed village, I found it to be a tranquil place and wished to stay for a couple of days. During this time, I shall provide free consultations for everyone as a small gesture of goodwill."

As he spoke, his eyes remained clear and candid. His gaze swept over the villagers' mud-stained clothes and calloused hands without a hint of disdain or detachment.

"Free medical care, really?" The villagers were instantly intrigued, their faces lighting up with joy.

Guyan Village was a long way from Feimu City. Whenever someone fell ill or was injured, they either had to tough it out or rely on folk remedies passed down by the village elders. It was rare to encounter a proper physician.

The spot for the free clinic was chosen under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village. The villagers nimbly brought over an old wooden table and a long bench, then served some herbal tea, getting everything set up in no time.

Ye Cangwu stood on no ceremony. Once seated, he offered a gentle smile to the villagers crowding around: "Everyone, please don't rush. One by one, I will see you all in due time."

The villagers worked the land year-round, so most were in decent physical shape. After a round of consultations, it turned out to be mostly minor ailments like colds, muscle strain, or indigestion; nothing serious.

For those who needed medicine, Ye Cangwu would take herbs from his soul tool, weigh them on the spot, prepare the mixtures, and carefully explain the brewing methods and precautions. His technique was skillful, and he was patient and meticulous.

Huo Yuhao watched from the side for a moment before running home to pull on Huo Yun'er, who was sitting by the window embroidering a handkerchief: "Mother, your health has always been poor. Come with me quickly and let that doctor take a look."

Huo Yun'er set down her needle and thread. Seeing her son's anxious expression, she smiled gently and rose to follow him toward the old locust tree.

By now, the crowd of villagers in front of the wooden table had thinned, and the herbs in Ye Cangwu's soul tool had been somewhat depleted, yet his face still bore a gentle smile without a trace of impatience.

As Huo Yun'er stepped forward, Ye Cangwu's previously gentle expression suddenly froze, his brows knitting with a touch of gravity.

Huo Yuhao's heart tightened. He instinctively looked up at Huo Yun'er, a flicker of unease crossing his mind.

He had already brought his mother away from the White Tiger Duke Mansion and arrived in the world of Dou-I; could it be that they still couldn't escape the "plot-mandated death"?

"Please sit, Madam. Let me check your pulse." Ye Cangwu gestured for Huo Yun'er to sit, his tone significantly more solemn than before.

Huo Yun'er was taken aback for a moment, then sat on the long bench and gently rested her wrist on the pulse pillow, saying softly: "I am in your care, Doctor."

Ye Cangwu's fingertips touched her pulse, and he fell into a brief silence.

"Doctor, how is my mother?"

As the saying went, one didn't fear a doctor who smiled; one feared a doctor who lowered their brows.

For a physician of such refined skill to suddenly fall silent was truly terrifying.