Chapter 11

(1)

Thinking of this, Feng Yin tried to activate the basic cultivation technique again, but the little guy showed no reaction at all, indirectly confirming his judgment.

"You just came into this world, little one..."

Feng Yin poked the little guy's wet nose with his finger: "Do you actually know which cultivation technique is good? Aren't you more of a genius than me? More discerning? Hmm?"

The little guy was sleeping on his back, his little paws unconsciously waving, as if he felt a bit ticklish from the poke.

...

Feng Yin took another bath.

"This *Hualing Jing* is truly remarkable..."

Feng Yin muttered to himself: "It seems that every cultivation session can cleanse and refine my body... I didn't realize there were so many impurities inside me. I remember I took quite a few *Washing Marrow Pills*!"

Looking at the bathtub filled with dirty water, Feng Yin frowned.

"After two days of practicing *Hualing Jing*, a faint sign of a qi vortex has formed in my dantian... but this vortex is neither an attack-type spiritual energy nor a result of my cultivation accumulation... it is likely the essence of the *Hualing Jing*."

"The *Dao Canon*... has not revealed any new content, and that sword is as lifeless as ever."

Feng Yin was not particularly anxious about this.

After all, both the *Dao Canon* and the little sword are still inside my body. How could they fly away?

I've already endured ten years of silence, so I don't mind waiting a bit longer.

Even though you don't have the awareness to be a golden finger, I, as the master, have a strong sense of responsibility.

...

After bathing and changing into a clean set of clothes, he walked out to find the clinic already packed with people.

Xu Laosi, the temporary helper, had taken the initiative to take charge, explaining things with a serious and composed demeanor.

"The master is bathing and purifying himself, please do not make noise. I'm just a helper..."

"The master will be out in a moment..."

"The master has a benevolent heart and skilled hands, capable of miraculous cures, saving lives, and healing the sick..."

"The master is a living god of medicine in this area, with a reputation that is well-deserved!"

"The master..."

For a moment, Xu Laosi's words were like a flood of flattery, but he spoke with such conviction that the five or six people in the clinic were stunned, their previously defiant expressions long gone.

Instead, they all looked respectful and obedient.

"Cough, cough..."

Feng Yin coughed as he walked out.

He was a bit embarrassed by Xu Laosi's excessive praise.

Are you sure you're talking about me, Xu Laosi?

"The master is here!" Xu Laosi called out excitedly.

His tone was reminiscent of a eunuch announcing the emperor's arrival.

The atmosphere in the clinic suddenly became quiet.

"Master, these people are all here to seek medical help."

Xu Laosi said, trying to take credit: "I asked them what was wrong, but they wouldn't say, probably because they have some private matters... I suspect they might have some personal ailments."

"Seek medical help?"

Feng Yin was taken aback.

I'm just a half-baked doctor...

Why are there suddenly so many patients?

Isn't this going to ruin my reputation?

Besides, would they tell you, Xu Laosi? You're not a doctor, and if they told you, they'd have to repeat it to me, which is just more trouble.

I know my limits, but I really can't treat them. What should I do?

(2)

"You all are here to..."

Feng Yin frowned, his face a mix of warmth and confusion, with a hint of distance, exuding the air of a renowned doctor.

Although I don't know medicine, I can pretend.

This sudden aura made everyone in the clinic feel a sense of authority, and the atmosphere became quiet.

Everyone thought: He must be skilled!

Just this presence alone proves he's the real deal!

"I am just a simple village doctor, with limited knowledge and skills... I don't have much of a reputation, and my medical abilities are average. I can't bring the dead back to life or heal the most severe injuries; I can only fool the villagers... You are all heroes from the mountains and rivers... Why have you all come to my small clinic?" Feng Yin said, his words full of self-deprecation, but with a clear hint of dismissal.

However, self-deprecation can be done in different ways.

The people in the clinic, being shrewd, immediately started to speculate.

"Bringing the dead back to life" is not something any ordinary doctor can do.

That is the realm of a divine doctor, and in this world, few doctors would dare to claim such abilities. Even if this person says he can't, it's hard to say whether he really can't.

What if his self-deprecation is just modesty?

After all, which divine doctor would claim to be able to cure everything?

"You are too modest, Master."

A few men, one with green hair, one with a scar, one with bowed legs, and one with a hunchback, all smiled and said: "Lord Wu spoke highly of you, praising your benevolent heart and skilled hands, your medical skills and ethics, as being the best. How could you be as bad as you say... ahaha."

Feng Yin instantly understood.

It turns out Lord Wu said a few good things about him after leaving.

Flattery can be a powerful tool, and by confirming his identity as the "Rainbow Sky Temporary Imperial Physician," it also solidified the belief in his extraordinary medical skills, leading to this situation.

However, Feng Yin had underestimated Wu Tiejun.

Wu Tiejun was a man of integrity, stern and serious, and rarely praised anyone. Therefore, his words were especially credible.

This is why these men believed him without hesitation.

They trusted Wu Tiejun so much, knowing he wouldn't lie or act as a shill for anyone.

"Is that so?"

Feng Yin felt more confident.

Since they already believe in him, it would be easier to handle.

He placed one hand behind his back, straightened his chest, and smiled warmly: "Please take a seat, heroes. Tell me what ails you, but I can't guarantee anything, hehe."

He walked a few steps with a casual air and sat down in a chair without any hesitation.

His demeanor and presence were impeccable.

The air of a renowned doctor was fully displayed.

I'm not pretending anymore; I'm the divine doctor!

The men were even more convinced and began to speak up one after another.

"Master, I was injured years ago, and the wound has persisted for five years without a cure. I wonder if you can..."

"Master, I have a pain in my chest..."

"Master, I..."

Feng Yin frowned, serious, and gentle: "Please don't rush, let's take it one at a time."

This subtle control showed his mastery. "Don't rush" sounds more refined than "don't be in a hurry."

The same meaning, but different words, reflecting the difference between a cultured person and an uncultured one.

For example, "F*ck your mother!" and "Your mother's..." have similar meanings, but the latter sounds more refined, while the former sounds like a thug.

Are they the same?

Even if the meaning is the same, the effect and the underlying culture are different.

...

The men were a bit anxious.

To be honest, in the world of martial arts, who doesn't have a few hidden injuries?

These men had probably seen many doctors without success. Now, hearing about a divine doctor nearby, they couldn't help but come and try.

What if he can cure them?

Even without Wu Tiejun's recommendation, they would still be respectful, as this might be their only hope.

Hidden injuries can affect one's combat ability and potential.

Feng Yin felt a headache.

I'm really just a half-baked doctor, probably worse than an ordinary one.

However, no matter how anxious he was, his face never changed.

This came from his strong inner resolve.

I won't lose my composure, having lived two lifetimes. Compared to you, a bunch of weaklings, how many lifetimes have you lived?

Have you ever died?

I have.

Even if my medical skills are lacking, I can still deceive people. When it comes to deception, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

Feng Yin's handsome and honest face was filled with a reassuring smile. He gently tapped the table, making a soft "tap, tap, tap" sound, and said kindly: "As a doctor, I have a parent's heart. Since you don't mind the simplicity of my clinic, I will take a look. You first."

He pointed at one of them.

"Thank you, Master."

The first man, a burly figure with green hair, sat down on the chair, which groaned under his weight.

He obediently extended his wrist, his face full of flattery.

Feng Yin closed his eyes and felt the pulse, but as usual, he felt nothing.

However, his expression was calm and serious, his brows slightly furrowed, and he said in a deep, concerned voice: "Your internal organs are damaged... This is a serious injury. It's not easy to treat."

If you think about it, this is a meaningless statement.

A long-standing hidden injury that others couldn't cure is unlikely to be a superficial wound. It must have damaged the internal organs and the root of the problem.

But the man's face lit up with joy, nodding vigorously: "Master, you are truly a divine doctor... This is exactly the case. I've been to many places, and few doctors could diagnose it, let alone pinpoint the root cause..."

The others, with scars, hunchbacks, and bowed legs, looked shocked and impressed: A true divine doctor!

Indeed, except for fortune-tellers, few could diagnose it...

Feng Yin's face showed concern, and his tone was more accusatory and instructive: "Don't criticize other doctors. Doctors exist to heal and save lives. Every doctor wants to help you, but sometimes their abilities are limited."

"Yes, yes, Master, you are right. It's my fault. I should be punished for my words..."

"From what I can see, it seems you were completely unprepared when you were injured?"

Feng Yin frowned: "If you had used your cultivation to protect yourself, wouldn't it have been different? Your life was at stake. How could you be so careless in the world of martial arts?"

This was also a meaningless statement.

For a martial artist to be injured and not die, with no loss of cultivation, it's more than 80% likely that they were ambushed. The attacker's cultivation was probably lower, so they ambushed, and the victim survived...

The green-haired man's face was filled with anger and admiration: "Master, you are truly divine... I was ambushed by a despicable person. I was unprepared at the time... No one has ever figured it out... Master, you are truly..."

The others, with scars, hunchbacks, and bowed legs, looked amazed and admiring. They had been talking loudly, but now they were silent, even breathing softly.

We've encountered a great master today, who can diagnose this...

Feng Yin sighed: "Fortunately, your foundation is strong, or this injury would have killed you long ago."

"Yes, Master, you are right."

The green-haired man thought of his difficult escape after being injured and clenched his teeth.

The doctor is right; I almost died on the spot.

Feng Yin rolled his eyes inwardly: If someone ambushes you, they will definitely chase you. The escape was a matter of life and death...

He maintained a serious and concerned expression, with a hint of confidence, and sighed: "Your injury... this injury..."

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[The original chapter was 2,800 words, but after editing, it became 3,500. With so many people watching the live stream, I didn't have the heart to cut 700 words... a bit regretful, though.]