The Patients' Cases Were Settled

There are many temptations in the world.

It's not easy to resist temptation, especially when you have a chance of meeting the conditions.

Whether it's Zhang Xuezhou, Zhang Manqian, or Ren Anran, everyone has the confidence to participate in the battle for the sequence.

While it's not to say that everyone has a 100% chance of winning, their win rate is indeed very high.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to be too high-profile, which would make it difficult to avoid the associations brought about by events like the Sinkhole No. 2.

Ren Anran, on the other hand, would have to break the current rules regarding deterrent Gene Fighting Technique in order to win, which would trigger all sorts of trouble.

The fortuitous opportunity is good, but it's not suitable for them to seize, especially fortuitous opportunity involving international conflict.

Even when caught between Western Capital City and the local areas, such clashes are unbearable.

Fortuitous opportunity often arise from clashes of fortune, but fortuitous opportunity that lead too far to the forefront are not suitable for everyone.

Aside from engaging in some exchanges, Zhang Xuezhou also devoted himself to cultivation and training until he moved his body and woke up from another bed.

"Ouch, my head, my head hurts so much!"

Zhang Xuezhou's ability to switch between worlds is extremely flexible.

Regardless of whether anyone was in the courtyard, he kept subtly bringing up the matter of the Empress Dowager's medical treatment.

"Dr. Zhao, look, my cousin has woken up again! He can still breathe!"

"Alas... alas, this craniotomy is indeed extremely dangerous. I, Zhao, am truly powerless to prevent these complications!"

Only when the voices of Rong Tianding and Physician Zhao Rui reached him did Zhang Xuezhou slightly open his eyes.

This led him to see that Physician Zhao Rui's face had aged considerably.

This wasn't because Physician Zhao Rui used an aging-accelerating technique; rather, the other person had indeed become quite haggard these past few days.

The imperial physicians could only administer medication to Zhang Xuezhou's symptoms; Physician Zhao Rui was utterly incapable of diagnosing and treating him.

These past few days he felt like he was diagnosing a dying person, but Zhang Xuezhou miraculously survived by being given a little ginseng soup.

"Physician Zhao, Dongfang was brutally attacked by bandits; it's a miracle he's regained consciousness," Zhang Xuezhou said. "Thank you for your treatment!"

"I... I just made you some ginseng soup, thinking it might keep you alive for a while," Physician Zhao Rui said. "How are you feeling now?"

"My head hurts, like someone is chiseling it away with an axe, the sound of axe and chisel keeps echoing in my head," Zhang Xuezhou whispered. "I feel like there's an axe in my head!"

"There's no axe in your head," Physician Zhao Rui said. "I watched Physician Chunyu perform the surgery on you; she didn't put anything in your head!"

"When will your Imperial Medical Academy open up other people's heads? I want to see if others have axes in their heads like me," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"No way to open it, no way to open it! If you crack open its head, it'll kill you!"

As Zhang Xuezhou's body gradually warmed up, Physician Zhao Rui felt that he could not make any judgment about the other party's symptoms.

The reason is simple: as Physician Zhao Rui said, it is easy for a normal person to die if their head is opened, so even if Chunyu Tiying had her brain opened, it would be a last resort.

For the Imperial Medical Academy, even opening someone's head open wouldn't guarantee their survival.

Consequently, few officials dared to undergo such surgery, and even those terminally ill did not want to make this choice.

In such cases, there are very few identical examples, and it is even rare to find a similar or related one.

He grasped Zhang Xuezhou Zhang Xuezhou's pulse and felt it go from almost still to rapidly recovering, and then to beating strongly and powerfully.

If Zhang Xuezhou hadn't been complaining of a headache, Physician Zhao Rui thought Zhang Xuezhou could have stood up right now.

As another twelve days passed, the other party experienced a brief resurgence of energy, but compared to his previous condition, Zhang Xuezhou now suffered from a severe headache, as if his head were being slammed with an axe.

"Please get out of bed and eat or drink something to help you recover," Physician Zhao Rui advised. "Your diet must be light; don't start with heavy, meaty foods..."

"Cousin, come and eat some chicken!"

Before Physician Zhao Rui could finish speaking, Rong Tianding had been running to the kitchen, brought a pot of stewed chicken into the room.

"It should be light," Physician Zhao Rui emphasized.

"Dr. Zhao, I'm practically dead already, I'll eat whatever I can," Zhang Xuezhou said, standing up. "I want chicken right now!"

"Then... then you can eat it!"

Physician Zhao Rui initially wanted to advise Zhang Xuezhou, but he felt that Zhang Xuezhou's words made sense.

If he can't cure the other party, then it's better for Zhang Xuezhou to eat whatever he wants. Even if he eats until he's stuffed, it's better than becoming skinny and dying from illness from eating only water.

He watched Zhang Xuezhou eat, thinking that Zhang Xuezhou would only take a small bite, but Zhao Rui, the physician, did not expect that Zhang Xuezhou would finish a pot of chicken and two bowls of millet rice, and then eat three catties of pork.

Zhang Xuezhou's meal could feed Physician Zhao Rui for almost a week.

"Scholar Dongfang, is your head still hurting?" Physician Zhao Rui asked.

"It hurts!" Zhang Xuezhou said without turning his head, "That axe kept banging away. I felt like if I didn't eat more quickly, I'd never have any more to eat in my life!"

"Don't think like that, sigh!"

Physician Zhao Rui sighed repeatedly, then took a bamboo slip and made a brief record, lest he forget the possible details of the illness.

He watched as Zhang Xuezhou finished eating and drinking, and then did all sorts of washing and cleaning.

When Zhang Xuezhou picked up a cane and went out, Physician Zhao Rui followed him.

"You need to rest now," Physician Zhao Rui advised. "Try to stay indoors as much as possible in this freezing weather!"

"I'm practically dead already, what am I afraid of?" Zhang Xuezhou pushed open the door with his cane. "Besides, I'm not going far, just checking on my neighbor!"

"Neighbor, oh, neighbor!"

Physician Zhao Rui followed Zhang Xuezhou, and it wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou turned to the neighbor's house a few dozen meters away that Physician Zhao Rui recognized an old acquaintance in the house.

Compared to Zhang Xuezhou's rosy complexion and recent blissful recovery, Chunyu Tiying looked extremely haggard as she lay in bed.

"Physician Chunyu, you're here too!"

When Zhang Xuezhou came to visit, Zhao Rui, the imperial physician, finally met this previously popular physician from the Imperial Medical Academy.

"Zhao... Zhao Rui!"

What's wrong with you?

"I'm sick... I'm sick, I think I'm going to die!"

How did you get so sick!

Chunyu Tiying gave a casual reply, and Physician Zhao Rui couldn't help but step forward hastily.

He glanced at Chunyu Tiying's wrist, then pulled a thread and wrapped it around it.

"The heart receives qi from the liver, and the liver qi resides in the heart. When both the heart qi and liver qi are damaged, Physician Chunyu, your illness requires rest and recuperation. With rest, you should be able to recover!"

After a brief consultation, Physician Zhao Rui realized that Chunyu Tiying's illness was quite serious.

For an ordinary person, this would be the time to prepare a coffin, but for highly skilled cultivators, enduring the hardship might be enough to pull through.

Of course, it's also possible that they won't survive this.

"I shouldn't have rushed into the Sole Self Realm '," Chunyu Tiying whispered. "Now that my acupoints are damaged, and I've even accidentally pierced my heart meridian, I don't know when I'll be able to recover!"

"This matter of cultivation level cannot be rushed. You see, I'm currently in the True Spirit Realm..."

Physician Zhao Rui introduced himself, but he found he didn't have much to say.

He couldn't very well let a cultivator like Chunyu Tiying, who was at the Divine Ability Realm, come to him for guidance.

In short, Zhao Rui, the physician, was heartbroken after his encounter with Zhang Xuezhou, and when he suddenly saw Chunyu Tiying in the next room, he felt even more desolate.

"I've heard there's a folk doctor in Chang'an City with remarkable skills; his name seems to be Zheng something-or-other," Physician Zhao Rui introduced. "You could ask him to help you with your treatment."

Stripped of her position as a physician, Chunyu Tiying was now a common woman and unable to access the medical care provided by the imperial court.

No matter how Physician Zhao Rui diagnosed the illness, he could only treat the symptoms at the moment and could not prescribe medicine or pills to treat Chunyu Tiying. In fact, he was just there by chance at the moment, and if he went any further, he would be overstepping the court's rules on public and private matters.

"Zheng... Zheng Wukong is lying in the room next door!"

Chunyu Tiying pointed in a direction, looking dejected.

This prompted Zhang Xuezhou to get up and move to another room.

Everyone had seen that he had been sick for a long time, but now the tables had turned and it was Zhang Xuezhou's turn to visit the others.

The argument between the physicians and the Suspended Medicine Sect led to the accident, which was somewhat unfortunate, but Zhang Xuezhou felt that the accident wasn't too bad.

Seeing that Zheng Wukong hadn't been able to get out of bed for over twelve days, Zhang Xuezhou decided to make use of the situation and led Physician Zhao Rui on a roundabout trip.

The patient is experiencing a final burst of energy before death, and even the doctor is in dire need of care. Any unfounded thoughts or concerns should likely subside.

"My undergraduate studies begin today!"

Zhang Xuezhou led Physician Zhao Rui around in circles until it got dark. Physician Zhao Rui, preoccupied with his thoughts, took a carriage back to the Imperial Medical Academy. Zhang Xuezhou took a deep breath, feeling that the past had been largely put behind him.