Feeling the atmosphere in the medicine hall, Qiu Yan could not help but secretly admire it.
"It seems the scene in this clinic and medicine hall is like that of a Buddhist hall or Daoist temple—a place where the people entrusted their hopes and thoughts. But to turn this place into such a sight required not only superb medical skill, but also..."
As he pondered, the number of people ahead of him steadily dwindled.
Physician Huang's medical skill was indeed exceptional. Many people merely met his gaze before he discerned their ailment and prescribed the proper medicine. A single patient often took no more than the time needed to say one sentence.
Soon, it was Qiu Yan's turn. He lifted the curtain separating the main hall from the inner room and saw a middle-aged man of around forty. The man wore a loose robe and a smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into lines. Whenever he smiled, they curved like two crescent moons.
There was an indescribable aura about him that made people feel relaxed and comforted. When he smiled, even Qiu Yan felt his guard ease slightly—only to become even more vigilant the next moment.
"This man is no ordinary doctor or physician. There is already a trace of bewitchment in that smile. It could make patients relax and open their hearts, making it easier to understand their condition. He has also used Soul Dao methods to lock others' gratitude and hopes within this medicine hall. What is he planning? Could he be intending to use this to become a god after death?"
"Young master, where do you feel unwell?"
Across from him, Physician Huang studied Qiu Yan for a few moments. Hesitation appeared on his face before he asked.
Qiu Yan merely said, "I cannot really say