"Hm?"
As Nie Yun placed his fingers on the pulse of one of the final ten, his brows furrowed.
"The real test has come..."
A moment later, he smiled faintly.
Although the previous patients had each suffered from different causes and bizarrely varied illnesses that made them difficult to distinguish, as long as one observed carefully, the root cause could be found in the Shen Nong Hundred Herbs Scripture.
In other words, the earlier patients had tested one's grasp of the Shen Nong Hundred Herbs Scripture, while these ten were an extension of that test.
It was like reading poetry and writing poetry.
The earlier patients had all been fill-in-the-blanks: given the first half of a line, write the second; or given the second half, write the first. But these ten gave only a topic, requiring one to compose a poem of one's own.
Clearly, the difficulty had increased by far more than double.
Throughout history, countless people had read thousands of poems, but there were not many who could leave behind even one poem of their own—not even one in ten thousand.
That was the difference.
Memorizing the Shen Nong Hundred Herbs Scripture until one knew it inside out and being able to solve every case within it did not make one a good physician. Only by providing the most suitable treatment for patients one had never encountered before could one truly be said to have mastered and applied what one had learned.
"Wood Life Qi, flow!"
Understanding the nature of the test, Nie Yun was not nervous. With a flick of his finger, a strand of Wood Life Qi burrowed into the other man's body.
The current Wood Life Dantian had already surpassed the Heavenly Dao and formed an entirely new Great Dao. The moment the Wood Life