Chapter 12

Qingmao immediately became extremely nervous: "Master, how is my injury?"

He even held his breath, fearing that the person in front of him would say it was incurable.

The others also perked up, their ears pricked and their eyes gleaming.

"Your injury is a chronic one. If you had come to me right after you were injured, it would have been fine. But now, so much time has passed, and it will be very difficult to cure it completely."

Feng Yin sighed with great regret.

Qingmao looked extremely anxious.

The master only said it would be difficult, but he hadn't finished speaking... He couldn't be interrupted.

Sure enough, Feng Yin paused and then said: "Your injury... even if I were to treat it, it would take a long time to heal. However, it will inevitably damage your vital energy and shorten your lifespan. On the other hand, if you use medicine to maintain your current condition, your physical state won't be a major issue. With proper care, you can maintain this for several decades, until your body ages and weakens, and your constitution can no longer suppress the old injury, at which point the danger will become apparent... However, you won't have much chance of advancing in cultivation..."

Feng Yin sighed.

"Master, you are absolutely right. It's as if you've seen through my body completely..."

The big man's eyes shone even brighter: "Master, you actually have a way to cure it. I've had this chronic injury for a long time, and I've sought many doctors. While some have given me methods to alleviate the symptoms, no one has dared to claim they could cure it. I never thought Master would have such skills, Master, you must..."

He didn't even hear the part about "using medicine to maintain your current condition, your physical state won't be a major issue..."

His mind automatically filtered it out.

He only heard one sentence: "Even if I were to treat it, it would take a long time to heal," and only the six filtered words.

"I can treat it, and it will heal!"

His heart bloomed with joy.

I can actually be cured!

"I have mentioned that to treat the root cause, it will inevitably damage your vital energy and shorten your lifespan, and it will require a period of rest before treatment can begin."

Feng Yin frowned and sighed lightly: "...And during the treatment, you must not get angry, fight, or risk your life... You must understand that removing the chronic injury will make it difficult for your own cultivation to fully recover, and it will hinder the effectiveness of the medicine, causing your dantian qi to become disordered..."

Seeing that Qingmao and the others looked confused and didn't understand, Feng Yin sighed, spread his hands helplessly, and explained: "You don't understand? Let me give you an analogy. Your injury can be treated, but it requires starting a fire inside your body to force out the cold, which is your internal injury. Once the cold is expelled, the internal injury will heal. Do you understand now? But if you fight while the fire is burning, it's like pouring oil on a fire... It could be life-threatening... Do you understand now?"

Seeing that Qingmao still looked confused, Feng Yin had to frown and explain again: "In other words, you can't fight for the next twenty days. I must prescribe you medicine and have you rest for at least twenty days before we can start the treatment! Do you understand now?"

"This..."

The big man was stunned: "Twenty... twenty days?!"

He was also a cultivation expert and understood his own condition well. He knew that what Doctor Feng said was reasonable and matched his situation perfectly.

But why did he come here?

To snatch treasures, of course. How could he not fight?

Each battle was a matter of life and death! How could he fight without using his vital energy?

But thinking about Doctor Feng's analogy—starting a fire inside his body and then pouring oil on it...

The thought made the big man shudder: Would I just burn up?

Would I burn up for the rest of my life?

He felt a moment of confusion.

What should I do?

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"There's no need to be so melancholy. Your injury has been chronic for a long time, but it hasn't affected your current combat ability. If you have a specific goal for this trip, you can wait until after the matter is resolved to come back for treatment. The only thing to note is that during this period, you must not suffer any other injuries, as it will make the treatment much more difficult. You should understand this, right?"

Feng Yin smiled faintly, his demeanor calm and composed.

First, I need to get this guy out of here.

After this matter is resolved?

It's uncertain whether this guy will even survive...

There's no time to wait for twenty days.

This guy's name and appearance are marked on the Jun Tian Mirror, making him a silver-level target for the Jun Tian assassins.

Anyone listed for assassination by the Jun Tian assassins is no good person, that's a given.

This time, he has a good chance of dying in the secret realm...

The big man sighed, his expression dazed: "Master's wise words, I will remember them... I suppose I have no choice."

He had the impulse to give up on the treasure and stay for treatment, but after much deliberation, he couldn't resist the temptation of the treasures.

I'll snatch the treasures first, and then come back for treatment!

He didn't know that the divine doctor in front of him was just using a combination of plot devices from past novels and the ambiguous language of fortune-tellers to deceive him.

Moreover, he was eagerly hoping that the guy would die in the secret realm to cover up the fact that he actually knew nothing about medicine...

Such a divine doctor, his true thoughts were truly shocking.

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However, although Feng Yin was deceiving, his arguments were logical, well-supported, and his diagnosis was clear and exceptionally accurate.

Combined with the preconceived notions of the others, he immediately intimidated many of them.

"Alright, step aside, next."

Feng Yin displayed the demeanor of a renowned doctor, unceremoniously dismissing the patient.

As soon as the big man stood up, the others rushed forward to grab the chair, scrambling and fighting.

"Me!"

"It's my turn!"

"It's mine!"

There was a crack, and two legs of the chair broke.

One person quickly sat on the chair with only two legs, remaining stable and straight, smiling: "Master, Master, I'll pay for the chair, I'll pay for ten! Master, look at me..."

The other two were so angry their faces turned green: "Wang Daoban! You cut in line! How shameless!"

Wang Daoban chuckled: "Everyone is here to be treated based on their own abilities. What's the difference between cutting in line or not? First come, first served, the rest can wait!"

"Besides, there are so few people, the next one is you. Why are you in such a hurry? You look healthy and rosy, you won't die anytime soon."

"You're the one who will die next!" The other two were so angry they wanted to argue.

Feng Yin just raised his head and glanced at them.

The hunchback and the bow-legged man immediately stopped their rush, and the previous Qingmao stood firm, shouting: "What are you two doing? How dare you be disrespectful to the divine doctor! I think you two don't need to be treated, just go home and wait to die!"

He scolded them with disdain: "What kind of manners!"

The hunchback and the bow-legged man were so angry their faces turned green.

Manners?

You've been treated by the divine doctor, but we haven't!

But they didn't dare to be rude to Feng Yin, so they could only endure and force a smile: "We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare, how could we be disrespectful to Master, we... will wait patiently."

Feng Yin smiled, seemingly unconcerned, and took Wang Daoban's wrist, then sighed: "Although the symptoms are slightly different, it's basically the same, all chronic injuries..."

This was still just talk.

They were all people of the world, and most of their untreated injuries were from fights, so it was no surprise.

Wang Daoban was immediately in awe: "Master, your insight is truly remarkable."

He felt that he had a chance: "Master, what should I do?"

Feng Yin closed his eyes: "It's similar to the previous one, it can definitely be treated."

The first one being treatable made Wang Daoban's eyes light up.

The other two also had their eyes light up.

"However, like the previous one, you will need to rest and adjust. During the treatment, you must not fight or risk your life, and it's best not to use your vital energy... I don't need to repeat the reasons, right?"

Wang Daoban's face immediately became conflicted.

The same thoughts as the previous person.

"Internal injuries are like this, you are all martial artists, you understand better than I do."

Feng Yin, having already deceived them, felt relaxed and even began to think about his Spirit Transformation Sutra.

He said casually: "During this time, you should..."

Suddenly, he was startled.

Because, unintentionally, the force from the Spirit Transformation Sutra flowed into Wang Daoban's meridians through his fingers...

Although it was just a tiny bit, and Feng Yin immediately stopped the cultivation technique.

But Wang Daoban still felt so comfortable that he exclaimed: "Ah... Ah, Master, so comfortable... so refreshing, I feel warm all over..."

His voice changed with the comfort.

The look of pleasure on his face was like he had just had a full-body massage.

Not only was Feng Yin surprised, but everyone present was shocked.

Everyone's puzzled and amazed eyes focused on him.

What's going on?

Everyone knew where such a pleasurable sound should come from!

But why would it happen here and now?

Everyone had seen that Doctor Feng had not made any inappropriate moves, just taking his pulse, and he suddenly made such a sound, which was too suggestive.

"Master is truly a divine doctor..."

Wang Daoban praised: "Just by pressing on my meridians, I immediately felt much better."

"No, no, no... I feel comfortable and relaxed all over... My breathing is no longer so heavy... Master, this skill is truly miraculous and extraordinary..."

Wang Daoban's eyes were shining.

Wow, I've really met a god today. There is such medical skill in this world!

Feng Yin smiled faintly, as if everything was under control.

I know, this is supposed to happen. Why are you all so surprised?

In fact, he was already panicking inside.

This... this... this...

What's going on?