Chapter 13

Feng Yin felt utterly bewildered.

This... This is the Ling Qi Gathering Realm for enlightening life, isn't it?

I haven't even cultivated the first realm; I just familiarized myself with the flow of energy, and only a tiny, minuscule, slight bit leaked out. How could it... be like this?

He immediately retracted his finger and said with a confident smile, "Your condition is slightly less severe than the previous gentleman. The small trick I just used was just a test, and it indeed confirmed my prediction."

Then he put on a serious face and earnestly warned, "But the small trick can only make you feel temporarily better; it cannot truly cure your illness. Those taboos still apply. Internal injuries are internal injuries. They linger in the body for a long time, so remember, do not take them lightly."

"Yes, yes, Sir, I will follow your advice entirely," Wang Daogua said, overjoyed.

Even the way he looked at the green-haired man earlier had a hint of condescension, a self-satisfied air.

Little chicken, my injury is lighter than yours!

The Sir said so!

Feng Yin was speechless: What's there to be proud of? Even if the injury is lighter, it still means you got beaten.

Is it really that serious?

Is it really that serious?

But the face of the first patient, the green-haired man, visibly darkened, full of resentment.

It seems he was really outdone...

He then treated the subsequent patients, Luo Quan and Luo Guo, in the same manner, postponing their appointments by twenty days for the same reason. Amidst the heartfelt gratitude of the crowd...

"Everyone, please go about your business. I won't run away. When I have free time, I will be here to serve you. I have something to attend to now, so I must take my leave."

After sending these gentlemen out of the shop...

Feng Yin shut the door without a word, without any explanation.

He needed to figure out what this Ling Qi was all about. The unintentional leakage earlier had given him a cold sweat.

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The four men, including Daogua, stood at the door, their faces full of admiration and happiness.

And the many people who came later, despite being turned away, were not angry. No one caused trouble; they just asked, "How was it? How was it?"

Daogua's face was radiant, extremely smug: "How was it? Hehehe, how was it, will I tell you?"

Qingmao: "I don't have much to say, just two words."

Everyone asked: "Which two words?"

Qingmao: "Awesome! Truly awesome! I've never seen such an awesome doctor in my life, simply... simply... too awesome!"

He wracked his brain to praise, but unfortunately, lacking education, he could only add a "too."

Luo Guo: "The Sir has already promised to heal me when the time comes, hahaha... This injury has plagued me for thirteen years, thirteen years!"

Luo Quan: "Heaven has shown mercy, allowing me to meet the Sir... My injury, finally has a cure, my life, finally has a chance..."

As he spoke, his eyes welled up, clearly overwhelmed with emotion.

Everyone was stunned.

A group of people, all with hearts burning with enthusiasm. A divine doctor!

Wu Tiejun is indeed a straightforward person, never lying.

Some people, eager to knock on the door, were stopped by Daogua and the others: "The Sir said he has something to do and needs peace. If you dare to disturb him, I'll cut you down!"

Qingmao, Daogua, Luo Guo, and Luo Quan all placed their hands on their weapons, standing guard at the door, like diligent bodyguards.

The crowd thus did not move.

Not out of fear of these four, but out of respect for such a divine doctor.

They all stood outside the shop, staring at the couplets in a daze.

"Whether to open or close the door depends on his mood... Truly, truly, what a character, he just closed the door?"

"Just now he opened the door, and now he closes it, so capricious! This shows he really has the skills!"

"That's... so high-class..."

"Healing or not depends on your luck... This is so domineering, but no ordinary doctor would dare say this. At first glance, it seems impolite, but upon closer thought, it's incredibly high-class!"

"Right! This clearly means: if you don't get healed here, it's your fate... How much confidence does one need to speak like that?"

"Awesome..." (broken voice)

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Feng Yin, hearing the discussions outside, felt his calves twitching.

I didn't mean it that way.

How could it be misinterpreted to this extent?

This is the rhythm of becoming a divine doctor...

Walking to the back yard ward, Xu Lao San was taking deep breaths, slowly exhaling, using his own method to cultivate and heal his injuries.

"Drink this bowl of medicine."

Feng Yin brought over a bowl of black medicine and handed it to him.

He himself didn't know what was in the bowl, but he was sure it wasn't harmful.

After all, it was made from medicinal dregs and Huang Lian, and while he couldn't guarantee anything else, it was definitely much more bitter than ordinary medicine...

"Sir, you are... too... too kind..."

Xu Lao San, moved to tears: "We owe you so much... and you still give us medicine for free..."

"You're thinking too much."

Feng Yin said sternly: "This medicine is a new formula, which will greatly benefit your injury. The cost is fifty taels."

"Fifty taels, then fifty taels."

Xu Lao San drank it in one go, completely ignoring the intense bitterness, with a carefree attitude, and wiped his mouth confidently.

"Extend your hand, let me check your pulse."

Feng Yin said: "This bowl of medicine should have a significant effect on your body."

As he spoke, he placed his hand on Xu Lao San's wrist, closed his eyes, and again mobilized a tiny bit of Ling Qi, quietly probing inside...

The subsequent events were sudden but within reason and expectation...

The moment the force entered, Xu Lao San let out a moan, the pleasure almost overflowing: "Oh... Sir... oh oh... This medicine is so powerful... oh oh... so comfortable..."

Seeing Xu Lao San's face, which looked like he was in a continuous state of ecstasy, Feng Yin instantly understood and withdrew the Ling Qi.

He was now certain: his tiny bit of true energy indeed had the power to heal injuries and even create life!

At least for silver-level internal injuries and iron-level external injuries, the effects were immediate and miraculous!

"Damn... This means I'm going to be rich... really rich..."

After all, the tiny bit of Ling Qi he sent out just now had such a significant effect?!

If he were to output a large amount, he might even be able to "revive the dead and heal the wounded"!

Feng Yin's face remained calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

The golden finger I've been waiting for ten years is finally here, and it's so powerful... This time, I'm really going to be rich!

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To say that the Ling Qi Sutra can enlighten life, Feng Yin only felt it was a powerful cultivation method, useful, but that's all.

Because it didn't mention what benefits would come from enlightening life, it seemed to be just about continuously enlightening...

Feng Yin didn't feel there was much to it.

The cultivation speed being fast was indeed a good advantage, but that's all.

But now it could potentially cure all diseases...

Isn't this like flying directly to the sky?

Feng Yin's heart blossomed.

My spring has indeed arrived!

Xu Lao San was still moaning, still feeling pleasure, still enjoying...

Feng Yin had already turned to leave.

"Sir... When will there be another bowl...?"

Xu Lao San called out from behind, full of anticipation: "Fifty taels... so worth it..."

Feng Yin ignored him and left.

Xu Lao Si swallowed his saliva: "Brother, fifty taels is worth it, but... do you have it?"

Xu Lao San: "..."

I don't have it!

Suddenly, he felt very angry.

He roared: "Get lost!"

Xu Lao Si fled in panic.

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"Who would have thought it would be so effective, the effect is so exaggerated!!"

Feng Yin returned to his room with a calm face, but his heart was already in turmoil.

"The Ling Qi derived from my Ling Qi Sutra actually has such a powerful healing and life-creating ability, it's incredible!"

Even after sitting down in his room, Feng Yin still felt his heart pounding, unable to calm down for a long time.

How significant, how unbelievable, how attention-grabbing this matter is... Feng Yin knew very well!

"Directly placing the hand on the wrist and using Ling Qi to heal must never be done again!"

Feng Yin took a sip of water, calmed down, and warned himself: "The person I treated today and Xu Lao San have limited strength, and they couldn't detect the root cause of the change. But if the patient had sharp spiritual senses or was a powerful cultivator, they might uncover my true identity, and I could be caught and made a eunuch in the palace within two or three days."

"Other things don't matter, but being a eunuch is too damaging to one's reputation..."

"I must find a way to gain benefits and fame from this while ensuring no one discovers me... This is not easy!"

Feng Yin's eyes darted around, his mind racing.

"Quietly enter the village, don't shoot... Making money quietly is the true essence of life, and pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger is the source of happiness..."

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Feng Yin first fed the little ancestor a bowl of porridge and then carefully changed the diaper.

Then he started practicing.

He ignored the martial artists waiting outside the door.

Striving to cultivate and increase his own strength is always the hard truth, especially after learning more about the wonders of his cultivation method and body, he redoubled his efforts.

Outside the clinic, people continued to come and go, but Feng Yin stubbornly kept the door closed, completely ignoring them.

But in the eyes of the people outside, this was the expected demeanor of a high person. The actions of a high person are profound and unfathomable, reasonable and expected!

A divine doctor is a divine doctor!

If he didn't have a bit of arrogance and temper, I wouldn't believe he was a divine doctor!

Feng Yin's thoughts were simple:

Since you've hyped me up, I won't come down.

This time, Feng Yin practiced the Ling Qi Sutra for the entire afternoon, trying to increase the size of the Ling Qi vortex in his dantian...

Ling Qi continuously rushed in, until his meridians felt swollen, almost reaching his limit. After ninety-nine cycles, it was completed.

Feng Yin felt as if a thin layer of something in his body suddenly broke, and then a mysterious surge of power suddenly flooded his entire body...

Sweat and dirt poured out of his pores, and the room instantly stank.

Smelling the familiar stench, Feng Yin instantly understood.

This... is a breakthrough?!

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