"Can he do it?"
The physicians began whispering among themselves.
"I doubt it. He's too young—how much does he know about medicine?"
"Then what was that life-extending method of his about?"
"I'd say he was probably a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. That method isn't all that profound in theory; it just takes unconventional ideas that people don't dare try lightly. But if someone did try, there would actually be a chance of success."
"I think so too. We're all highly skilled pill physicians, yet we couldn't cure him. What does he have that could?"
"Sigh, this Miasma Poison is too formidable."
They continued discussing, and very few of them thought highly of Yang Chen.
The only one who voiced no opinion was He the Physician. In truth, he too was rather puzzled about what abilities Yang Chen possessed. When he saw Yang Chen's age, he had felt somewhat disappointed as well.
Since ancient times, there had been no shortage of genius pill physicians who became famous throughout the world while still young. Yet such people were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns. One might not encounter even one in several generations. Could Yang Chen be one of them?
Even if he was, Yang Chen did not have the slightest bit of fame.
Yet what had caught He the Physician's attention and kept him from underestimating Yang Chen was Yang Chen's composure. If it had been anyone else, faced with others' doubts, they would have exploded long ago. But Yang Chen did not so much as stir, focusing all his attention on Wu Yun. That composure alone was beyond what ordinary people could match, enough to make He the Physician regard him more highly.
*I wonder whether this boy truly has no way to refute them,