"Fine, then don't treat her. You disgraceful old bastard. Who needs you?"
Zhang Yuanrang sneered, shoved Chen Qinling aside, and entered the room first.
Xu Tong followed behind him.
Yuan Tian came in as well, and under everyone's gaze, Chen Qinling also walked inside.
Feeling everyone's eyes on him, Chen Qinling showed not the slightest discomfort. Instead, he smiled.
"What? I never said I was leaving. Today, I'm going to see just how capable this greenhorn you trust really is."
"Don't blame me if he kills her with his treatment!"
Seeing how confident Chen Qinling was, Yuan Tian could not help growing anxious again.
By then, however, Xu Tong had already reached the bedside. He rested one hand on Lan'er's wrist and quietly sensed the condition of her body.
His examination took barely an instant.
Just as I thought.
Xu Tong was now certain what had caused Lan'er's condition, but he still needed one final verification.
"Yuan Tian, bring me whatever your City Lord's Mansion uses to test a cultivator's aptitude."
Xu Tong's very first request left everyone dumbfounded.
None of them had ever heard of using such a thing to diagnose an illness.
Sure enough, Chen Qinling immediately burst out laughing.
"And here I thought you were so capable. Are you here to treat an illness or test someone's cultivation aptitude? If you don't know how to treat her, stop spouting nonsense!"
Yuan Tian hesitated as well. He had enough common sense to know that testing cultivation and treating an illness were so unrelated that even an eight-foot pole couldn't connect them.
Even Zhang Yuanrang began to waver, but he still obeyed Xu Tong's instructions.
However, he certainly had no idea where anything was kept in the City Lord's Mansion, so he could only look toward Yuan Tian.
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