Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor

Due to the need for disinfection in daily medical treatments, Yun Sheng's Beast Language Ring was also stocked with alcohol all year round.

In this era, because there is no pure alcohol, Yun Sheng has always used strong liquor as a substitute for alcohol.

After arriving in Yujing, she searched for a while before she found the burning knife from the Four Seas Wine Workshop, which is the strongest liquor she could find at the moment. If converted to modern alcohol content, it was at least over sixty degrees.

"Alcoholic liver? What the hell is that? I've only heard of pig liver, cow liver, what's this alcoholic liver? Little girl, don't think you can fool me because I don't understand," Yun Bahe trembled his whiskers under his bamboo hat as soon as he heard it.

"It's caused by excessive drinking. What's your usual alcohol intake, elderly gentleman?" Yun Sheng pretended not to see Yun Bahe's beard-chaffed and eye-glaring manner.

She and this old general must have been at odds in their previous lives, always arguing whenever they met.

"Right! Little Divine Doctor, you are absolutely correct. During a meal, he would drink a whole jar of liquor, that burning knife from Yujing's 'Four Seas' Wine Workshop," Housekeeper Yun hurriedly added, not hesitating to spill Yun Bahe's secrets.

A jar of Four Seas Wine Workshop's burning knife?

A jar of liquor weighs at least ten catties, yet Yun Bahe can drink ten catties of over sixty-degree strong liquor in one meal.

If it had been before, Yun Sheng would surely have pointed at such a patient like Yun Bahe and scolded him outright.

But she definitely couldn't point and scold at this old man in front of her.

Although she knew he was Yun Bahe in disguise, Yun Canglang had already warned her about Yun Bahe's temperament; he was someone stubbornly set in his old ways.

The older he got, the less his cultivation seemed to increase, and the more his temper shot up, becoming more and more overbearing.

Especially since Yun Bahe refused to admit he was old, with his cultivation, he strutted around every day thumping his chest, boasting about how good his appetite and health were, resulting in any doctor from Medicine Emperor Pavilion getting a mouthful of abuse if they dared suggest he had any illness.

Only because of Grandmaster Wen could the Imperial Doctor sort of manage to examine him.

"I'm not sick! You quack doctor, selling dog meat under the guise of sheep's head! What alcoholic liver, and pig liver," Yun Bahe refused to admit it with an unconvinced expression.

Yun Sheng finally understood that no matter how advanced one's cultivation was, even if one were a Martial Saint, when it comes to being unreasonable, they still wouldn't reason.

"Whether there's illness or not is not up to you to decide. I am the doctor here. You say you aren't sick? How about you take one of my needles? If you can still stand after my needle, then I will immediately close down the free clinic and never mix in Yujing's medical community again," Yun Sheng was also fired up.

At this moment, the two of them were like two bulls with red eyes, neither willing to give in, with reddened necks from shouting.

Now, Yun Bahe's imposing manner had certainly waned. Uncle Yun, watching from the side, was getting anxious, wondering what on earth the master was doing.

He clearly came to support his young lady, but now the situation had turned into potentially ruining her event.

At the bottom of his heart, Yun Bahe was also secretly distressed.

If his granddaughter really had to close down the free clinic because of this, wouldn't he harm her instead?

It's okay, the old man will just swallow his pride and back down later.

Yun Bahe coughed, "One needle? One needle can make me unable to stand? Humph, even Grandmaster Wen wouldn't dare be so sure. I'll let you use three needles. If after three needles I can't stand, then I'll admit defeat."

Yun Bahe was thinking this, but when he glanced around, his old eyes flickered, and he nearly fainted.

He didn't realize it until now, but the clinic, which was originally quiet, had attracted quite a crowd in the span of their argument.

Yun Bahe, having been used to shouting and practicing his voice in Yun Residence, had a voice as loud as a bell. Once he started arguing with full force, his booming voice drew nearby people.

Now, it truly was difficult to get off his high horse.

Yun Sheng was remarkably composed; scenes like this were nothing new to her. In modern times, she had participated in charity clinics organized by the Red Cross, where the onlookers far outnumbered those here.

Yun Sheng drew out her Four Seasons Glaze Needles.

The needles, each no thicker than a cow's hair, were red, yellow, blue, green—an exceedingly attractive sight.

Upon seeing them, Yun Bahe was even more dissatisfied. "Are you going to treat me with these tiny needles? Humph, I doubt they could even scratch my skin," he scoffed.

Yun Bahe's cultivation was not something ordinary people could match.

Although he had suppressed his fighting spirit, at the Martial Saint Realm, one can summon or dismiss their fighting spirit with ease.

Whenever faced with external force, the fighting spirit within his body would automatically flow over his skin, creating an impenetrable barrier akin to being invulnerable to swords and spears.

Yun Bahe speculated that those pretty-looking needles would probably snap as soon as they pierced him.

Yun Sheng had claimed that she could diagnose his ailment with just one needle; Yun Bahe didn't believe it for a moment.

"Don't underestimate my needles. The last person who did so learned a harsh lesson," Yun Sheng recalled Ye Beiming and the Dark Crown Prince. Anyone who mocked Yun Sheng's needles ended up lying down obediently, one after another.

Yun Bahe snorted.

Yun Sheng began to apply the acupuncture.

When a master makes a move, it's immediately apparent whether they have true skill.

Only then did Yun Bahe realize that Yun Sheng's needling technique was different from others.

Her needling was swift; with even Yun Bahe's eyesight, he could only catch a glimpse of her hand flickering before a needle was inserted two fingers above his right abdomen.

As soon as the needle went in, a layer of goosebumps instantly rose on Yun Bahe's skin.

Any martial artist would know that these weren't ordinary goosebumps, but rather a layer formed by fighting spirit.

Ordinary weapons couldn't penetrate this layer of fighting spirit at all.

Yun Bahe hummed with a hint of pride, the subtext being, "haven't you realized you're in over your head?"

Humph, it's just a mage, really thinking those flashy magic tricks can compare to genuine combat skills.

Yun Bahe secretly thought it was about time to teach this young girl a lesson.

In Yun Bahe's view, his granddaughter definitely had talent but was also too arrogant for her own good.

Having studied medical skill for only a short time, she dared to challenge the Medicine Emperor Pavilion, and showed too little respect for her own grandfather. It would do her good to be put in her place.

With those thoughts in mind, Yun Bahe exerted a bit of force.

With the robust fighting spirit of a Martial Saint, the Four Seasons Glaze Needle in Yun Sheng's hand suddenly bent at a nearly ninety-degree angle, as if hitting an invisible wall.

It looked as though the needle would snap off in the next instant.

Just when Yun Bahe was feeling smug, he let out a surprised "huh."

He suddenly felt an odd and gentle force infiltrating from the Four Seasons Glaze Needle.

At the Third Level of the Medical Soul Divine Needle, a faint glint flashed in Yun Sheng's eyes. In an instant, several Dark Needles shot into Yun Bahe's right abdomen.

One of them hit Yun Bahe's liver with precise accuracy.