Chapter 10

It is said in medical practice that a good doctor must be proficient in four diagnostic methods: observation, auscultation and olfaction, inquiry, and palpation.

Feng Jueyu had studied medicine for over a decade under his master. When it came to treating and saving lives, even some renowned experts and professors could not compare to him.

In his previous life, the four characters "Divine Hands Revive" were a golden brand in the medical world, with people willing to pay a fortune just for a glimpse of the Divine Hands, yet they could not even get an audience. How could a case of pulmonary tuberculosis be a challenge for a great physician like Feng Jueyu?

Just by listening, he could tell that the old man was in a critical condition.

Li Yide had immersed himself in the study of medicine for many years and naturally understood the principles of observation, auscultation and olfaction, inquiry, and palpation. However, he also knew that while these four methods seemed simple in theory, they were extremely difficult to master in practice.

With thirty years of medical experience, Li Yide admitted that he could not match Feng Jueyu's ability to diagnose a condition simply by "auscultation and olfaction." After listening, Li Yide was so astonished that his mouth dropped open.

"Does young sir also understand the art of medicine?"

Feng Jueyu did not respond but continued, "Excessive fatigue leads to illness, the lungs wither, qi stagnates, and the flow of qi is obstructed. What else could it be but pulmonary tuberculosis? The old man's condition has accumulated over many years. Originally, with the old man's medical skills, it would not have been a problem, but five years ago, a tragic event occurred, leading to a low mood and loss of appetite, which worsened the condition. By the time the old man realized it, it was too late to reverse the situation."

"Even the best doctors cannot treat their own illnesses. So, the old man's condition has worsened in the past five years and has become increasingly severe, reaching a critical point. Am I correct?"

As Feng Jueyu spoke, the grandfather and granddaughter's eyes grew wider than a cow's. They had initially thought Feng Jueyu was just a poor, weak scholar, but his words were spot on.

Indeed, Li Yide's condition had worsened five years ago. He had a son, Li Tong'er's father, who unfortunately died of illness five years ago. Li Tong'er's mother, devastated by the loss, also passed away. In a single night, Li Yide lost his beloved son and daughter-in-law, fell seriously ill, and then, overwhelmed by grief, missed the best time to treat his pulmonary tuberculosis. As a result, his condition worsened, and he now had only ten months to live.

Feng Jueyu had also noticed that this world was not much different from the ancient world he knew. The doctors here had exceptional skills in treating internal and external injuries, but they were helpless when it came to real organ diseases and internal ailments. Even bacterial infections could be fatal.

Moreover, pulmonary tuberculosis in ancient times was an incurable disease, with no cure other than to prolong the patient's life. Therefore, if Feng Jueyu were in Li Yide's position, he would also make early arrangements for his only granddaughter.

However, after hearing Feng Jueyu's diagnosis, the grandfather and granddaughter were shocked. When Feng Jueyu mentioned that he had pulmonary tuberculosis, Li Yide was surprised but not amazed, as the disease could be guessed with a high degree of accuracy.

But without taking the pulse or asking detailed questions, Feng Jueyu could pinpoint when the condition worsened and predict the impending death, which was truly remarkable.

There were many skilled doctors in the world, but very few could match Feng Jueyu's level of expertise. It was even more unbelievable that the person speaking was a young man who looked no more than twenty.

After a moment of astonishment, Li Yide realized he had encountered a true master. The young man before him, with his elegant and handsome appearance, possessed such great talent in medicine, which was truly astonishing.

Li Yide stood up straight, bowed deeply, and said with a look of admiration, "Young sir's medical skills are truly impressive. I am ashamed of my lack of discernment. Please forgive me."

Feng Jueyu did not know Li Yide's background, but Li Tong'er was well aware that her grandfather was a famous doctor in the southern part of the city, who had treated the local community for many years. It was rare for anyone to impress her grandfather, but today, he showed great respect for a young man not much older than herself, which was quite surprising.

Looking at Feng Jueyu's almost otherworldly beauty, Li Tong'er's face flushed. This young man was not only handsome but also highly skilled in medicine, much like the young talents favored by noble ladies. If only she could...

At fifteen or sixteen, a girl's mind is already mature, and she could be considered an adult. Unconsciously, Li Tong'er was deeply attracted to Feng Jueyu's demeanor and appearance.

Her eyes were filled with curiosity and shyness, and even a hint of joy.

However, she quickly lowered her head, her face as red as pig's blood, scolding herself, "What am I thinking? I don't even know this young man well. It's so embarrassing. Even if I had feelings for him, he wouldn't look at me. Someone like him will have many admirers in the future."

"Oh, what am I thinking?"

At this age, the first stirrings of love were common, but conservative thoughts made her deeply reproach herself. She secretly glanced at Feng Jueyu, who was focused on Li Yide, and felt relieved: "Thank goodness he didn't notice, or I would have been so embarrassed."

Feng Jueyu, however, was not paying attention to Li Tong'er. He looked at Li Yide and said, "Old sir, there's no need for formalities. We are colleagues, so let's talk about the present. Old sir, let's make a deal. If I can cure your illness and help you keep your shop running without having to sell it, and even improve its business in a short time, would you be willing to cooperate with me in this business?"

For Li Yide, this was the most unrealistic thing he had experienced in years. He was about to close his shop and leave the world, but suddenly, a huge opportunity fell into his lap. It was hard to believe that everything he saw and heard was real.

This was undoubtedly a timely help...

No, it was a life-saving grace.

In fact, Li Yide was not afraid of death; he was just worried about his beloved granddaughter. The thought of leaving her alone in this cold, cruel world made him very reluctant.

And then, Feng Jueyu appeared.

Like a savior...

Regardless of whether Feng Jueyu was exaggerating, there was now a glimmer of hope.

"Quick, Tong'er, bring some tea," Li Yide said, trembling with excitement as he came out from behind the counter.

Tong'er was also stunned by Feng Jueyu's words. The unexpected joy was like a surging sea in her heart. She might not have recovered from the shock for a day or two.

"Ah? Ah... Yes, Grandfather, young sir, please sit... No, I'll get the chairs, I'll bring the tea..." The little girl was flustered but undoubtedly filled with joy.

Her grandfather had a chance to be saved.

"Please, young sir..." Li Yide was also very excited. Regardless of the outcome, he was deeply grateful for Feng Jueyu's efforts.

The old man was a straightforward person. With no customers, he closed the shop and led Feng Jueyu into the inner room. A simple table was set with tea, the best he could offer.

Tong'er stood by the table, staring at Feng Jueyu with anticipation, her shyness forgotten. She only hoped that Feng Jueyu's words were true and that her grandfather could be saved. Even if she had to marry Feng Jueyu to repay him, it would be worth it, especially since he was such a handsome young man.

Feng Jueyu and Li Yide sat down, and Li Yide asked eagerly, "Young sir, is it true that you can save me?"

Feng Jueyu smiled and nodded, "Of course, old sir, please extend your hand."

He beckoned, and Li Yide understood what Feng Jueyu wanted. He extended his hand, and Feng Jueyu placed his fingers on Li Yide's pulse. The room fell into a deathly silence.

The grandfather and granddaughter did not dare to make a sound, fearing that they might disturb Feng Jueyu's diagnosis. Their eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets as they stared at him.

After a long moment, Feng Jueyu withdrew his hand. The two hearts were in their throats, as the next words would determine their future happiness. How could they not be worried?

Until now, Feng Jueyu had been talking, and no one could be sure if he had the skills. What if he was just bluffing? Or had ulterior motives?

But there was no choice. Having hope was better than having none. Let's assume it's true for now.

"Get the needles..." Feng Jueyu stroked his chin in thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled, rolled up his sleeves, and extended his hands.

Tong'er, hearing this, called out happily, "Yes," and quickly ran to her grandfather's bedside to fetch a set of fine silver needles.

The title "Unofficial Evil Emperor" was given to Feng Jueyu by the martial world as a killer's name.

"Divine Hands Revive" represented his other identity in both the black and white worlds.

The "Two Treasures of the Evil Emperor" referred to his two personal weapons: the Punishment Sword and the Revival Needle.

The Punishment Sword was for killing,

The Revival Needle was for saving lives,

Two completely different items, yet both held a high and unattainable status in the martial world. Unfortunately, when Feng Jueyu was transported to this world, both treasures were lost, so he had to use Li Yide's needles for now.

Laying out the needle set, Feng Jueyu extended his hands and slid his fingers over the needles. A familiar feeling surged in his heart, and he became engrossed.

Good needles!

Feng Jueyu nodded, praising them without hesitation. Suddenly, his hands moved swiftly, and in an instant, he picked up six fine silver needles, almost as thin as hair, with incredible speed.

In a flash, Li Yide felt a gust of wind, and Feng Jueyu seemed to disappear. Then, he felt a slight coolness at the points of Chize, Feishu, Gao Huang, Taixi, Rangu, and Zusanli. With years of medical experience, Li Yide knew that Feng Jueyu had already inserted the needles.

Regardless of the technique, the fact that he could accurately and precisely insert six needles into six acupoints in the blink of an eye was enough to shock Li Yide.

Before he could express his admiration, Li Yide realized who he was dealing with, or perhaps something more than human, as he had never heard of anyone using the needle technique to such a degree.

Even in stories, he had never heard of such skill.

"Six needles at once, nine tremors, what kind of needle technique is this?" Li Yide could not help but ask, though he knew it was a taboo to speak during treatment.

Feng Jueyu smiled lightly, his lazy demeanor disappearing, and he exuded confidence.

"Return the Millimeter Heaven Needle!"

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