Qin Yutong moved with light, graceful steps to the other side of the bed and laid her slender fingers on the Shadow Warrior's left wrist. "Why do you say that, Imperial Physician Yang? Are you suggesting that I misdiagnosed his condition and delayed his treatment?" she asked calmly. A gentle stream of inner breath flowed along the Shadow Warrior's meridians into his body. If Yang Fanxu's inner breath was a winter wind that chilled to the bone, hers was the warmth of a spring breeze. The two currents probed each other within the Shadow Warrior, neither exerting its full strength.
Qin Yutong had more reason to hold back. If Yang Fanxu unleashed his power, the Shadow Warrior's meridians would surely be shattered inch by inch.
Yang Fanxu gave a sinister smile. "Lord Hu's illness is an ailment of the heart. An ailment of the heart requires medicine for the heart."
"And what might this medicine for the heart be, Imperial Physician Yang?"
"It can only be understood, not conveyed in words," Yang Fanxu said.
Su Yuchi smiled. "It seems Miss Qin still has doubts about Imperial Physician Yang's medical skills!"
"Concern breeds confusion," Yang Fanxu said. "To a true physician, a patient is simply a patient. No emotion whatsoever should enter into it, or it will inevitably affect his judgment of the illness."
"An insightful opinion, Mister Yang," Qin Yutong said. "But I believe a physician must first keep a heart as still as undisturbed water. Poverty must not sway them, nor wealth corrupt them. Whatever the circumstances, they must never abandon their original purpose of treating illness and saving lives. That is the true nature of a physician."
The two currents of inner breath briefly touched within the Shadow Warrior's meridians, then immediately recoiled from each other. Even so,