A Visit

"This Dongfang Shuo is indeed an extraordinary person. In fact, he shielded Wang Fugui, the cloth seller, from this great disaster!"

After completing the handover at the Imperial Medical Hall, Chunyu Tiying temporarily stayed at Zheng Wukong's house.

Her father, Chunyu Yi, was the best doctor in the palace, while Zheng Wukong was considered the best folk doctor in Chang'an City. However, Zheng Wukong was low-key and did not serve in the government, so he was little known.

As top colleagues in the medical field, Chunyu Yi and Zheng Wukong admired each other, Chunyu Tiying also had some relationship with Zheng Wukong.

After checking in, she couldn't help but inquire about Zhang Xuezhou from Zheng Wukong.

After Zheng Wukong finished speaking at length, Chunyu Tiying finally found the answer she needed.

"So, does that mean Dongfang Shuo really has skills in Physiognomy Technique?" Chunyu Tiying asked with great interest.

"He definitely has real skills," Zheng Wukong nodded, "But his real skills... sigh!"

Zheng Wukong couldn't help but sigh.

He felt that Zhang Xuezhou was like those cultivators who had mastered their skills and descended the mountain, possessing a wealth of abilities but not being the most skilled.

He learned a Physiognomy Technique to ward off disasters for others, and while he did manage to avert them, he also got caught up in the trouble himself.

As the year drew to a close, Zhang Xuezhou was carried back, his fate uncertain. Even Zheng Wukong felt a pang of pity at his current predicament.

But that's the consequence of sticking your neck out.

Zheng Wukong was a man who preferred to protect himself and would never do anything like forcibly stepping forward.

But sometimes he also admires those who have the ability to take action; if there were more people like that in the world, the world would be a much better place.

He arranged temporary accommodations for Chunyu Tiying, and then brought two ten-year-old wild ginseng roots to Zhang Xuezhou's residence.

Inside the courtyard, Rong Tianding's figure appeared somewhat helpless and lonely, even though the courtyard gate was not closed.

"Dr. Zheng!"

Hearing Zheng Wukong's call as he poked his head in, Rong Tianding reluctantly raised his head to respond.

Without sufficient strength and status, Zhang Xuezhou was simply dragged into the palace, used, and then thrown back. As for Rong Tianding, he was like a weed, ignored by everyone.

Even though the experience of having his blood drawn in the Eastern Heavenly Gate Secret Realm had affected his temperament, Rong Tianding thought that things would be better in his own country. However, he did not expect that things were no different at all.

The only difference is that last time it was Rong Tianding who suffered, while this time it is Zhang Xuezhou who is in trouble.

Although Rong Tianding and Zhang Xuezhou ultimately escaped the disaster, the helplessness they felt when this calamity struck filled Rong Tianding with an immense sense of oppression.

"Young man, take things easy, lest you suffer from internal heat and illness!"

Seeing Rong Tianding's appearance, how could Zheng Wukong not understand the other party's feelings?

But that's just how the world is. No matter what, whether it's Rong Tianding and Zhang Xuezhou, or even powerful court officials, princes, noble Aristocratic Clan, or gentry, when disaster strikes, they are all the same.

This isn't just about these two young men; it applies to everyone in the world—everyone is caught up in this situation.

Moreover, Zheng Wukong felt that these two had brought trouble upon themselves by relying on their skills to help others avoid disaster, and had no one to blame but themselves.

In short, if you lack the skills, you can make up for it with medicine; as long as you can survive, that's all that matters.

Zheng Wukong handed Rong Tianding two wild ginseng roots, asking him to stew chicken with the wild Rong Tianding to replenish Zhang Xuezhou's Qi and Blood.

"Cousin, I'm going to make you some chicken!"

Rong Tianding shouted, which prompted Zhang Xuezhou was in the side room, to respond and shout again.

"Dr. Zheng, please come in!"

"Your voice is quite strong!"

Zheng Wukong listened to Zhang Xuezhou's voice, then glanced at Chunyu Tiying.

His illness is somewhat unusual!

If it weren't for the need to perform acupuncture and acupressure, Chunyu Tiying felt that Zhang Xuezhou was perfectly fine after regaining consciousness.

Zhang Xuezhou must be full of energy right now. If he can get rid of the effects of her acupuncture, Zhang Xuezhou could run ten miles today without any problem.

"A special disease?"

Zheng Wukong had no interest in the power of the imperial court, nor did he intend to enter the Imperial Medical Hall. However Zheng Wukong was very fond of unusual illnesses, and by examining them, he could gain experience in treating similar cases in the future.

This prompted him to gently push open the door to the side room.

Only after Chunyu Tiying followed him inside did he gently close the door to the room.

What are you doing here?

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at Zheng Wukong, then at Chunyu Tiying.

Once Zhang Xuezhou had clearly identified the ingredients for the Tenfold Complete Great Tonic Pill, he gradually began to experiment with different combinations. After all, the medical conditions in reality were completely different from the pill-making process in this world, and only by trying hundreds or thousands of combinations could he possibly achieve a similar or nearly identical medicinal effect.

Zhang Xuezhou was indifferent to Chunyu Tiying's visit.

Rather than arguing with the other party, Zhang Xuezhou felt it was better to take this Tenfold Complete Great Tonic Pill and see if he could advance the Nine Revolutions Qi Uniting Technique to the fifth revolution.

"Well... well, I just wanted to ask you to tell my fortune," Chunyu Tiying finally said directly. "Now that I'm away from trouble and feel carefree, I also feel lost and directionless. I hope you can show me the way!"

Regardless of whether Zhang Xuezhou was capable or not, or whether he was a half-baked expert, Chunyu Tiying felt it was worth asking him.

This guy tried to take the blame himself and messed things up, but at least he figured out that she would only give him a minor punishment as a warning.

Chunyu Tiying felt she could accept the punishment she was facing, but she wanted guidance on a path that would lessen her suffering.

"So you've come here to have your fortune told?" Zhang Xuezhou nodded and then asked in return, "I almost lost my life when I told your fortune before, and now you want me to tell yours again?"

"I promise I won't lay a hand on you this time," Chunyu Tiying assured her.

"You are at the Divine Ability Realm, while I am at the Consciousness Creation Realm. It is already a huge disadvantage for me to deduce the fate of a high-level cultivator with my low-level cultivation, and I cannot be completely accurate. You are just trying to harm me by asking me to tell your fortune," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"There's such a rule?" Chunyu Tiying asked in surprise, "Then why did you tell my fortune in the Hall of Mental Cultivation?"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, then opened his mouth and said "ah" again, showing Chunyu Tiying the Tenfold Complete Great Tonic Pill in his mouth.

Without this elixir and a thorough understanding of the pseudo-psychological game theory of inevitability, Zhang Xuezhou would never have done such a thing.

He could never give Chunyu Tiying a bad review no matter how he told her fortune; he could say whatever he wanted, good or bad. But now, he can't do that anymore.

Firstly, Zhang Xuezhou lacked the ability to foresee the future. Secondly, there was a gap in his Realm Technique, Person-Fixing Technique, let alone reverse casting. Most importantly, Chunyu Tiying no longer had the Tenfold Complete Great Tonic Pill, and Zhang Xuezhou had no interest in tinkering with it anymore.

"I don't have any of those pills to keep you alive," Chunyu Tiying muttered. "And you don't seem to need to keep yourself alive!"

"Hanging one's life, fortune telling!"

Zheng Wukong glanced at Chunyu Tiying, then at Zhang Xuezhou, and then at the house where there were no outsiders.

This finally led him to reach out and touch Zhang Xuezhou.

"Not sick?"

The pulse he felt upon touching it sent a jolt through his mind, leaving Zheng Wukong momentarily stunned.

It turns out that Zhang Xuezhou, despite being carried around by palace eunuchs, was not sick at all.

He belatedly realized that Chunyu Tiying and Zhang Xuezhou had set up a trap.

Now, this situation has basically come to an end.