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Chapter 219: Chapter 215: A True Divine Doctor

In VIP Room 801,

The gray-haired Elder Chen lay on the hospital bed, semi-conscious. He would convulse from time to time, his face a mask of agony.

With his right hand, Ye Xing gently twisted silver needles, inserting them one by one into the acupoints on the old man’s chest.

The silver needles were exceptionally long and slender. As he gently rotated them between his thumb and forefinger, Ye Xing circulated his Innate Skill to activate the Thunder Heart Spring Wood within his body. Instantly, streams of the Power of Life from the Thunder Heart Spring Wood flowed through the needles and into the old man, repairing his damaged and failing heart.

Before starting the treatment, Ye Xing had already used his True Qi to examine the patient. Elder Chen’s heart disease was severe; he had suffered from it for many years and was now at a point where conventional medicine was all but useless. Even if they were to perform the surgery Dean Zeng had mentioned, the chances of success were incredibly low. Besides, a successful operation would only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. He wouldn’t have more than a few years left to live.

It was safe to say that given the current state of medicine in this world, the only one who could truly cure him was someone as extraordinary as Ye Xing. First, he used acupuncture to stimulate the acupoints around the heart, activating their latent functions. Then, using the silver needles as conduits, he channeled the Power of Life from the Thunder Heart Spring Wood directly into the old man’s heart, helping it to completely repair itself.

The Thunder Heart Spring Wood was, after all, a Heaven and Earth Spiritual Treasure from the Martial Arts Continent. Any single one of these treasures was enough to make countless Innate Realm experts fight to the death, a testament to just how precious they were. Moreover, the Thunder Heart Spring Wood was a Wood Attribute Spiritual Treasure. Its Life Force was so pure and dense that curing Elder Chen’s heart disease would be no problem at all.

As streams of Life Force surged into the old man’s body, the pained expression on Elder Chen’s face gradually smoothed out. A moment later, a serene smile graced his lips as he drifted off to sleep.

Outside the hospital room,

The middle-aged man, Chen Yanming, waited, his heart pounding with anxiety.

The many guests nearby were chatting amongst themselves, though they kept glancing toward the room, clearly curious about the outcome.

”County Magistrate Hou, do you think that young man can actually cure Elder Chen’s heart disease?”

”How would I know? Personally, I doubt it. After all, many famous doctors have been helpless in the face of Elder Chen’s condition.”

”I’d say there’s a chance. After all, that young man did cure all of Old Li’s chronic ailments.”

”That’s not a sure thing. The news reports could have been exaggerating!”

”No way. Old Li’s medical records are on file at the hospital. You can’t fake that!”

”Dean Zeng, do you think that young man’s skills are enough to cure Elder Chen?”

”It will be difficult. But Old Li’s case files can’t be faked. If the young man in there is really that ’nameless doctor,’ then his medical skills must be truly exceptional. It’s just that Elder Chen’s heart disease is so severe that it would be hard to cure even with the most brilliant medical techniques.”

Dean Zeng was still speaking when, with a sudden CREAK, the door to the room swung open.

A young man with a calm expression walked out.

Everyone at the door was stunned for a moment. They couldn’t read a thing from Ye Xing’s expression. ’Logically, if he failed, he’d look nervous and dejected,’ they thought. ’If he succeeded, curing such a severe heart condition, he should be ecstatic, or at least show some pride and happiness. So what’s with this calm look?’ The crowd was utterly bewildered, unable to stop themselves from guessing at the result.

”Mr. Ye, how is he? How’s my father’s condition?” the middle-aged man, Chen Yanming, asked urgently, his eyes filled with concern. He was incredibly nervous. He knew better than anyone how severe his father’s heart condition was and how many famous doctors had failed to treat it. Even though he had faith in Ye Xing’s skills, he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

”He’s cured. I’m leaving now,” Ye Xing said flatly, his calm gaze making it seem as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

The words had barely left his lips before Ye Xing was already walking toward the elevator at the other end of the hall.

”That’s wonderful!” Overjoyed, Chen Yanming rushed into the room.

”For real? He’s cured?”

”He cured Elder Chen’s heart disease in less than half an hour?”

The crowd at the door exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief. Snapping out of it, they quickly followed into VIP Room 801.

Dean Zeng and the other doctors were especially eager to see the results. Their feelings were a complicated mess. Part of them felt indignant, while another part genuinely hoped Elder Chen was truly cured. It was an incredibly conflicted state.

A crowd of people was squeezed inside VIP Room 801, all eyes fixed on the hospital bed with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

On the wide bed with its white sheets, a gray-haired old man was sleeping peacefully. His aged face, now tinged with a healthy, ruddy glow, looked utterly serene. He didn’t look like a man suffering from a serious illness at all.

”This... is simply incredible!” Dean Zeng exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock. ”Little Liu, Little Li, quickly! Bring the equipment over to test Elder Chen’s heart function!”

At Dean Zeng’s command, two attending physicians immediately went to retrieve the equipment to test Elder Chen’s cardiac functions.

”It looks like Elder Chen’s condition has really improved!”

”That young man’s medical skills are astounding!”

”I remember when I visited Elder Chen earlier, his face was so pale and haggard. Now he has a ruddy complexion—he looks healthier than we do.”

Hearing the others’ chatter, Dean Zeng couldn’t help but interject, ”That’s not a sure thing. A rosy complexion isn’t always a sign of health. We have to wait for the test results.” Although that’s what he said, deep down, he had already accepted the truth. It was just his professional pride getting in the way. ’I, Zeng Yangjiang, have practiced medicine for over thirty years,’ he thought. ’As the dean of the provincial hospital, my skills are ranked top three in the province, and I’m renowned throughout the country. And yet, my decades of experience are no match for some twenty-something upstart. It feels... just...’

A short while later, the test results came in.

”Heart rate: normal!”

”Respiration: normal!”

”...”

”All functions: normal!”

”My God, Elder Chen’s heart disease is really cured!”

”Everything’s normal! He’s even healthier than most elderly people his age!”

”This is truly unbelievable! These medical skills are simply heaven-defying!”

”And he’s so young... Maybe geniuses like him really do exist!”

”I’m completely convinced!”

”A miracle doctor!”

”A true miracle doctor! Skills like these are unheard of!”

Inside the room, Dean Zeng and the other doctors stared dumbfounded at the monitor screens. They all knew that a patient’s recovery could be categorized into different levels. Sometimes, a treatment, while successful, only addressed the symptoms and not the root cause, leading to a relapse. For example, if they had performed surgery, even a successful one would have only partially cured the heart disease, not completely. But Elder Chen’s current state was a complete recovery. It was as if he’d never had heart disease in the first place; his heart function had even been strengthened to a degree. These were truly heaven-defying medical skills, impossible for anyone short of a true miracle worker. The shock rippling through the crowd was palpable.