"Forgive this old one's shallow medical skills!"

"You should prepare for his funeral!"

...

After several clinic physicians examined him, they reached the same conclusion. It seemed that among these clinic physicians, not one had medical skills that reached that level—they were still far from it.

"Impossible, impossible! My son won't die! It's all your fault, you murderer!" the middle-aged man roared angrily, pointing at the young lady.

"We didn't do it on purpose. Just now your son suddenly rushed out and we couldn't stop the carriage in time!" the maid stepped forward and said coldly.

We're here because our master is kind-hearted, but that doesn't mean this incident is our fault. Just now your son rushed out so suddenly—who could have stopped in time? There weren't many carriages on the road either. Couldn't you have looked more carefully?

In fact, just now this middle-aged man had been chasing and beating his own son for certain reasons, and it was precisely because of this that his son hadn't watched the road and rushed out to be hit by the carriage.

...

...

"Everyone, please take your discussion outside. We still need to continue practicing medicine—don't delay other patients."

The Rejuvenation Hall manager appeared and astutely asked people to leave. This kind of situation didn't look good to get involved with—they might get burned. This was definitely not what Rejuvenation Hall wanted.

Anyway, that young man was completely dead and could be taken away. Wait, what was he doing?

When the Rejuvenation Hall manager looked toward the young man, he found Xiaoyao was helping the young man sit up, then taking out silver needles and inserting them...

"What are you doing? Do you really think you can bring the dead back to life and save him? He's already dead—stop playing around, young master!" Soon, the clinic physicians nearby also saw Xiaoyao's actions. They were very disdainful, feeling Xiaoyao was being too inappropriate for the occasion. If you want to experiment, go home and find something to experiment on. How can you use someone else's corpse for acupuncture? Can't you see his father is heartbroken?

Xiaoyao paid no attention and with dizzying speed inserted several more needles into the young man. At this moment, those clinic physicians seemed to lose their previous thoughts, because they could see that Xiaoyao's needles were all placed on the human body's acupoints—meaning he wasn't just randomly inserting them.

If he wasn't randomly inserting them, then it showed he had this level of acupuncture skill. None of them had such fast speed or such accurate insertion into acupoints, indicating his level was above theirs—meaning his medical skills might not be simple, not the complete lack of medical knowledge they had imagined.

Next, Xiaoyao struck the young man with several palm strikes, correcting all the displaced areas on the young man's body. Of course, these palm strikes contained Divine Farmer True Qi and could not only correct positioning but also repair the young man's internal injuries. Then he struck the young man's back with another palm, expelling the congested blood.

"Poof!" The young man immediately spat out a mouthful of congested blood.

Although this mouthful of blood was somewhat frightening to spit out, it demonstrated one fact—this young man had actually come back to life. After all the physicians had pronounced him dead and told people to prepare for his funeral, he had been saved by the young man everyone had thought was just playing around.

What did this mean? This meant this young man's medical skills might have already surpassed everyone here, and were even somewhat miraculous—he could actually save someone who had already stopped breathing. The excellence of his medical skills was self-evident.

Now everyone at Rejuvenation Hall felt ashamed. They had actually thought this young man was a useless playboy young master, and had even planned to talk to Zhen'er tomorrow about how she could find such a person to substitute for her—it was simply child's play.

Now, was this child's play? Definitely not!

The physician who had just pulled Xiaoyao away and told him not to cause trouble now had a burning face and even wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

As for those seeking medical treatment, they also felt some regret. Why hadn't they gone to find this young divine doctor just now? They had listened to others saying he had no medical skills—was this called having no medical skills? They had wasted so much time waiting. They definitely had to grab a spot with him later.

Fortunately, these patients were a different batch. If the people who had originally been in front of Xiaoyao in the morning were here, they would probably regret it even more!

"Sit still and don't move. I'll input some true qi to help your injuries recover a bit." Xiaoyao continued inputting Divine Farmer True Qi into the young man. The time was almost up anyway, and this kind of injury really needed Divine Farmer True Qi input.

Of course, Xiaoyao only input one stream and quickly withdrew his hands!

"Alright, you can go now. But before you leave, pay the medical fees." After Xiaoyao finished speaking to the young man, under everyone's stunned gazes, he returned to his previous seat and sat down, as if nothing had happened just now.

After everyone was stunned for a while, the quick-reacting patients had already run over and stood in front of Xiaoyao. This made those with the same idea very regretful—they didn't know how many people could be seen in the remaining time. They might have to come back tomorrow.

"You—minor ailment. Take medicine according to the prescription, one dose per day, you'll be fine in three days."

While everyone was still in a daze, Xiaoyao had already begun treating the person in front of him, as if completely unaware that he had become everyone's focus.

"Next!"

"Minor ailment..."

While everyone continued to be dazed, Xiaoyao had already finished examining another person and written out two prescriptions. His words were almost identical—all saying minor ailment, writing prescriptions, one dose per day, fine in three days.

This made the two patients wonder if Xiaoyao was fooling them. Comparing the prescriptions in their hands, they found the prescriptions seemed different. Other physicians also came over to look. Now they were somewhat interested in the prescriptions Xiaoyao wrote, unlike before when they felt they were worthless and disdainful.

After they looked at them, they only said two words: Exquisite!

This was tantamount to saying these prescriptions were real, and the speed was only because his medical skills were superb, not because he was being perfunctory.

So the people in front of Xiaoyao became even more determined. Everyone discovered that no matter what the condition, Xiaoyao would say "minor ailment." For slightly more serious conditions, he would provide some acupuncture treatment and prescribe more medicine, but he would still call them minor ailments.

What wouldn't be a minor ailment?

Of course, troublesome ones. What Xiaoyao was currently treating all didn't require too many procedures from him—just writing prescriptions, at most some acupuncture. This naturally wasn't troublesome and could indeed be called minor ailments.

However, whether these conditions were really just minor ailments, those clinic physicians knew in their hearts. Some conditions would be troublesome even for them, but unexpectedly they were so simple in Xiaoyao's hands. His use of medicine was simply divine.

These prescriptions alone could benefit them greatly. They didn't even want to sit in clinic sessions to see patients anymore, but stood to the side watching Xiaoyao write prescriptions.

At this time, the father and son came to thank Xiaoyao, but were sent away with one sentence from Xiaoyao.

"This is a medicine hall. You pay money, I treat illness. There's nothing to thank me for. You should leave and not interfere with my treating other people."

The father and son looked at each other, then said thank you to Xiaoyao again and left. They planned to go back and send a plaque over to express their gratitude.

When the father and son left, the young lady also gave them some silver as compensation. Initially the father and son wouldn't accept it, saying the young lady had already paid the medical fees and it wasn't necessary. But the young lady insisted on giving it, so they didn't refuse further. Perhaps they would need medical treatment in the future, and besides, this money meant nothing to this young lady—it might just be her daily allowance.

The young lady then walked toward Xiaoyao. During this time, Xiaoyao had already seen twenty patients at an incredible speed—this was only about ten minutes total, almost half a minute per person.

"Doctor, I said earlier that if you saved someone, I would reward you handsomely. What do you want? As long as the request isn't excessive, I can satisfy you." the young lady said looking at Xiaoyao.

"Oh, then please leave." Xiaoyao replied casually, not taking the young lady's words to heart at all and not glancing at her once.

"What do you mean by that?" The young lady felt somewhat deflated. No matter what, she was a beautiful young lady beloved by all who saw her, yet he completely ignored her.

"Please leave—that's my condition. It's not excessive, is it?" Xiaoyao frowned and said, as if saying this was taking up his time.

After Xiaoyao said this, everyone in Rejuvenation Hall felt somewhat strange and gave him thumbs up in their hearts, feeling Xiaoyao's attitude was too cool—completely ignoring the young lady's existence, and such a beautiful young lady with apparent high status at that.

Generally, people would speak kindly to such a young lady, and her taking the initiative to speak was an even rarer opportunity. Yet he had given up such an opportunity.

This could only mean he was too dedicated to his profession!

In the eyes of the patients seeking treatment, this was naturally the case—they wished Xiaoyao wouldn't pay attention to this young lady, otherwise they might not get medical treatment!

In the eyes of the young lady and her people, they felt Xiaoyao was too ungrateful, actually daring to ignore her existence!

The young lady looked at Xiaoyao for a while and found he still wouldn't glance at her once, completely devoted to his identity as a physician. The young lady had no choice but to stamp her feet and leave.

At Xiaoyao's speed, in a very short time, he actually cleared the waiting queue completely. By this time, no more people were coming anyway, unless it was an emergency. Some people who felt there was no chance had already left early, so with Xiaoyao's method, there were miraculously no more patients.

This was something that hadn't happened at Rejuvenation Hall for a long time. However, for those clinic physicians, it was actually a good thing—they could have time to consult Xiaoyao. Originally, they felt Xiaoyao might not discuss things with them because he seemed very cool, and with his medical skills, he wouldn't easily discuss with people like them.

(End of Chapter)