Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor

Uncle Yun stood by and watched, only able to perceive the old man's contest of wills with the young miss from behind Yun Bahe's towering figure.

He suddenly felt that the old man's shoulders trembled slightly, followed by Yun Bahe actually taking a small step backward!

"Old Master?" Uncle Yun was taken aback.

This step, had Uncle Yun not been standing close by, would have been almost negligible.

Even the onlookers nearby failed to notice that step.

But this very step caused Uncle Yun's complexion to change involuntarily.

Forced a step back by Yun Sheng with a single needle?

That's Yun Bahe, the Great Zhou Martial Saint. Even when facing the equally noble Post Qin Martial Saint Tian Quezi, and after battling for three days and nights, the old master had never been pushed back even half a step.

But now, the young miss had surprisingly forced the old master back with just a needle akin to an embroidery needle.

Uncle Yun watched his own master's struggle with near trepidation from the sidelines.

Damnit, it's too painful.

If it weren't for the bamboo hat, Yun Bahe might really have lost all his dignity.

He grimaced, sweat trickled down his forehead, his lips trembled incessantly, and he nearly bit his tongue, unable to articulate clearly.

At this moment, Yun Bahe felt a searing pain in his liver as if it were on fire. Yun Sheng's needle was truly peculiar, as the Qi Power penetrated directly into his body.

"Old... Are you alright?" Uncle Yun's voice brought a bit of consciousness back to Yun Bahe.

Alright my ass... Yun Bahe cursed inwardly, and at the same time, he began to suspect: could his body truly have a serious problem?

Did this single needle really trigger a dormant ailment?

The previously loud and imposing Yun Bahe was now devoid of any temper.

After struggling for a while, he finally managed to squeeze out two words: "Prescribe medicine!"

"Medicine?" Uncle Yun also jumped in shock, the old master really was sick!

Uncle Yun immediately ran over to Yun Sheng, "Little Divine Doctor, what did you say was wrong with our... with him? Is there a cure?"

Without even lifting her eyebrows, Yun Sheng replied indifferently, "Fortunately, it's been caught early. Go and prepare some medicine to clear the liver and dispel fire. For the next three months, abstain from alcohol, do not get angry, keep a light diet, and thereafter, drink less alcohol."

No alcohol? No anger? And a light diet?

For the old master who was a notorious drinker, often roared like a lion, and had to have fish and meat with every meal, how could he survive?

Uncle Yun's face stiffened as he looked towards his own master.

It was a shame the old master's face was covered by the bamboo hat so his precise expression couldn't be seen.

"Do it!" At this moment, Yun Bahe, still suffering from excruciating liver pain, knew if he didn't comply, his grandniece would not alleviate the piercing pain in his liver.

"That's a good patient," Yun Sheng smiled faintly and skillfully removed the Four Seasons Glaze Needle.

The pain immediately eased, and Yun Bahe inhaled sharply, just about to settle the score with Yun Sheng.

After Uncle Yun received several prescriptions, he thanked Yun Sheng respectfully.

Just then, someone suddenly pointed at Uncle Yun and shouted, "Hey, isn't that the old steward from the Martial Saint General Mansion? He actually came for the free clinic here!"

All eyes swiftly turned and rested upon the bamboo hat-clad elder giving orders to Uncle Yun.

No way, could this suspicious-looking old man actually be the Martial Saint General?

But wasn't the Martial Saint General always good friends with Grandmaster Wen from the Medicine Emperor Pavilion? Besides, for someone of the Martial Saint General's stature, if he were truly ill, he would definitely be attended to by a doctor of Imperial Physician level.

And yet he came to visit the Little Ci'en Hall?

That's right, it must be that the old general has contracted some sort of shameful illness, one that he's too embarrassed to bring to Grandmaster Wen, so he's come to this small medical clinic's stall for a consultation!

Could it be that Little Ci'en Hall can actually diagnose an illness that even the Medicine Emperor Pavilion failed to discern?

The public's imagination is indeed limitless.

Even the Steward from the Martial Saint General Mansion has to obey and collect medicine, so this person is...

Yun Bahe almost vomited out blood in frustration.

He didn't dare to linger at Yun Sheng's stall any longer, and fled as if escaping for his life.

Uncle Yun also awkwardly carried the medicine, chasing after his master.

"Wow, Yun Sheng, could that old gentleman be?" Gu Feng's gossipy soul was burning fiercely, as he inquired from the side, "Could it be that the old gentleman has actually contracted some terminal disease?"

Gu Feng had seen Yun Sheng's acupuncture before. Yun Sheng's needle technique was unseen before on the continent and was quite mystical.

"It's not any serious illness. He is a martial artist, with a strong physical foundation; it's just that if it continues, it will harm his body. The medicine prescribed was common, meant for detoxification. As for that needle, it is because I inserted it into his liver meridian," Yun Sheng studied both Eastern and Western medicine, with insights into both modalities.

The liver is one of the main organs of the human body, and the liver meridian is a concept from traditional Chinese medicine. This point, in fact, corresponds to the place where the liver's blood vessels and nerves are most densely clustered.

With a needle carrying Magic Elements, piercing that point led to intense pain in the liver, but this causes no damage to the human body. Given that Yun Bahe's liver was indeed in poor condition, Yun Sheng was able to successfully administer the treatment with just one needle.

The disruption caused by Yun Bahe this time resulted in an unexpected effect.

Perhaps it was the sight of the old steward from the Martial Saint General Mansion and the mysterious figure resembling the Martial Saint General visiting Little Ci'en Hall for treatment.

Or perhaps it was because the queue at Medicine Emperor Pavilion was simply too long, but gradually, people began to move towards Little Ci'en Hall's charity stall.

Yun Sheng also proceeded to receive several patients.

From afternoon until evening, Yun Sheng attended to more than twenty guests in total, but apart from Yun Bahe, the first visitor, the rest were ordinary people with common colds; none could truly showcase Yun Sheng's medical skills.

By the time it was nearing sunset, there were no more people in front of Little Ci'en Hall's stall.

Gu Feng and the others began to pack up the stall, while in front of the Medicine Emperor Pavilion's stall, there were still dozens of patients waiting for their turn.

Cheng Sihai impatiently glanced at the charity queue before him.

This time, if it were not for the purpose of undermining Little Ci'en Hall, he really would not have agreed to such charitable work.

Offering charitable medical services is a thankless task; it's all for the sake of a good reputation.

After a day's work, Cheng Sihai was already tired. He is neither a martial artist nor a mage, and his physical strength couldn't keep up.

"Qi Tian, you take care of the remaining few patients," Cheng Sihai glanced at the queue, yawned, and was about to stand up and leave.

Just then, a patient from the back of the line rushed forward, "Doctor Cheng, I came especially to seek you for treatment, please, you must take a look at me!"

The person speaking was a man around thirty years old, accompanied by a peasant woman. Both were big and bulky, dressed in rough clothing, obviously from a poor background.

After standing in the crowd for most of the afternoon, the couple had dry lips and sweaty brows, their faces filled with urgency.

Fearing that Cheng Sihai would really leave, they hurriedly blocked his path.

Cheng Sihai was somewhat displeased, but under the watchful eyes of the public, he had no choice but to retract his steps.