Medical Sovereign Chapter 506

This performance immediately won the praise of the onlookers, and even Mr. Jiang and his companions nodded slightly.

As Yan Hao kept twirling the needles attentively, the face of the patient who had not felt it at all turned abnormally red, and a white mist appeared on his head as if he was a crab that was being steamed.

Five minutes later, Yan Hao's forehead dripped with sweat, and he suddenly shouted, “Yangui!”

As a mysterious wave came from the seven silver needles, the patient's expression changed drastically, and he retched and then made spitting, and someone who had already prepared a spittoon got the filariae that he had been forced to spit out by the “fire needles”.

Ding Ning's eyes suddenly brightened and shot the light of smartness, and he thought, “What a wonder!

“Yan Hao is only an ordinary person without the True Qi, but he has used the fire element between heaven and earth he got by using the Seven Needles of Yangui to heat the meridians of the patient. This is the same as the function of the charms. The Seven Needles of Yangui is not bad.”

After all his energy seemed to have been taken after spitting, the patient teetered, but his pale face had gradually become ruddy.

“He deserves to be the Little King of Needles. He is excellent indeed.”

“Bringing patients back to life, Yangui Hall deserves its name. With such a simple method, he cured occult filariasis.”

“The Little King of Needles does have real ability. I have officially opened my eyes today.”

“I've heard Yangui Hall for a long time, but I haven't been there before. In the future, I will only go there to see a doctor.”

“The Little King of Needles is so excellent, and the King of Yan Needles must be more excellent, right?”

The onlookers' eyes that had fallen on Yan Hao again were full of fanaticism. No matter what a good or bad character he has, the person with real capability was worth people's respect.

Hearing the whispers of the crowd, Yan Hao became highly spirited and proud and glanced at Ding Ning provocatively. Now, he was full of confidence on winning today's competition.

“Thank you, thank you, the Little King of Needles, thank you very much. I feel much better.”

Feeling that he was much more comfortable than moments before, the patient thanked Yan Hao repetitively with the joy of surprise.

“You are welcome. Go home and have a good rest for a night, and then go to our Yangui Hall to get two doses of herbs. After taking them for a few days, you will be fine.”

Yan Hao said kindly, so much like a noble master who cares little about fame.

Yan Xun stroked his scanty beard, looking gratified.

“Thank you, Little King of Needles. I'm leaving now.”

After thanking him greatly, the patient had no mind to wait for the competition result and decided to go back, have a good sleep, and then go to Yangui Hall to get herbs tomorrow.

He had been seriously tortured by this disease during this time, but he had been thinking that this was lymphangitis and did not take it seriously, but he did not expect it to be occult filariasis, so he felt so much regret.

“Wait!”

Ding Ning suddenly shouted, making everyone turn to him.

“What are you doing?”

Yan Hao was now in the mood of elation, enjoying the admiring eyes of the crowd, so when he found that Ding Ning had taken away his limelight with a cry, he glared daggers at him immediately.

Ignoring him, Ding Ning slowly walked out and said to the patient, “Your disease has not been cured.”

“Ding Ning, what nonsense are you talking?”

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Yan Hao jumped and shouted furiously, “I have forced the filariae out, and how could he have not been cured? Don't mislead the crowd with your evil words and smear my reputation!”

“Your reputation? How could a person without responsibility like you have a reputation?”

Ding Ning looked sideways at him and said rudely.

“I haven't been cured? It isn't true, is it? I feel very comfortable now.”

The patient said a little panickily. Although he felt that the Little King of Needles was excellent, Ding Ning's performance that took place just now made him feel that Ding Ning was not a person to be easily dealt with.

Yan Xun frowned and said unhappily, “Did you deliberately pick holes only because you can't cure that girl's disease, Miracle-working Doctor Ding?”

“Right, it must be so. What a fucking Little Miracle-working Doctor! You are admiring, envying, and hating me. You can't cure Xiao Yan's disease, so you come to pick holes in what I did. You are indeed the rubbish that can't afford to lose.”

Refreshed, Yan Hao pointed at Ding Ning and said disdainfully.

Ding Ning raised his eyebrows, and his eyes shot the light of coldness. “I don't like being pointed at. Take away your claw, or I will let you lose one finger.”

“You…”

Yan Hao was about to shout, but seeing Ding Ning's cold eyes, he took steps back in fear and flushed, but put down his finger docilely.

Instantly, he remembered that he was in public and had been scared to retreat by his eyes. It was a great shame. Irritated, he was about to point at him again, but was frightened by Yagyuu Asamayu close behind Ding Ning with her ferocious eyes, and took steps back again.

“Useless man!”

Yan Hui drank a cup of liquor indifferently and gave a comment disdainfully. He had no good impression of Yan Hao.

Junior Sister Qingyun covered her mouth and smiled lightly, with the light in her eyes moving from side to side. “That Little Miracle-working Doctor does have some threatening momentum.”

“A person with only limited power. If it were not for the condition that our sect doesn't allow us to show our medical skills in the earthly world, he would never have had the turn to show off. Humph, he even dares to call himself the Little Miracle-working Doctor. What a naive man with a haughty attitude! This kind of person only looks powerful among the powerless ants of the earthly world.”

Yan Hui pursed his lips and said proudly. Apparently, Qingyun was very interested in Ding Ning, making him feel quite uncomfortable.

Displeasure appeared and vanished in the eyes of Junior Sister Qingyun. Initially, she admired Senior Brother Yan very much, but he showed every moment that he was superior to others.

“The Holy Medical Family is great indeed, but Yan Hui, you said 'powerless ants of the earthly world', and you really didn't care about my feelings, did you? I am from the earthly world, and are my parents also powerless ants?

“In fact, you were only born in the Holy Medical Family and have a better birth advantage than others. If you and Ding Ning had begun from the same starting line, could you be comparable to him?

“You are like the Childe of a rich and powerful family who lives a comfortable life and overlooks the grassroots from a high position, but if you lost all your family background, I'm afraid that whether you could feed yourself or not would be a problem.

Therefore, Junior Sister Qingyun's admiration immediately disappeared, and she also had a faint hatred.

Seeing that Junior Sister Qingyun remained silent, Senior Brother Yan Hui thought that she quite agreed with him and said like a senior, “Junior Sister, you joined our sect a little bit late, but with an innate Fire Spirit Body, when you return to the earthly world after you only need to attentively cultivate for some time, you will be a goddess-like figure even if you can't reach my current level, and those powerless ants will worship you like worshipping a goddess.”

Junior Sister Qingyun smiled without showing her attitude and did not feel like talking with such a narcissist anymore.

She called him Senior Brother and also admired him somewhat previously only because she joined the sect a little late, her cultivation was lower than his, and her medical skills had just reached the preliminary level.

But being the last disciple of the sect head, she was among the essential disciples, and the disciples inside the sect like him were not comparable to her at all in future achievements. According to the regulations of the sect, he should bow to her and call her Senior Sister when seeing her, but she was soft and modest, unwilling to pose as someone superior, so when she came home to visit her family and relatives, she insisted that he call her Junior Sister.

But she did not expect him to be insatiable—he kept calling her Junior Sister and was now preaching at her, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Seeing that she did not want to say anything, Yan Hui gave a small smile and stopped talking, but he was not aware of Junior Sister Qingyun's displeasure at all and even imagined, “Junior Sister is the favored disciple of the sect head, and she is very likely to succeed the throne of the sect head. Escorting her to go home and visit her family and relatives this time is a good opportunity. As a person in a favorable position, I have more opportunities to get her. If I can bed her, I may become important in the future because of my wife. Maybe I can become the husband of the sect head.”

But he became distressed soon. “That Ice Spirit Body looks a little ugly, but as long as I can take her to my sect, she will become the No. 1 successor of the future sect head.

“By then, the Fire-Spirit Body of Sister Qingyun will not be so favored. Whom on earth should I pursue, the fairy-like stunning Junior Sister Qingyun or that Ice Spirit Body holder?

He had seen the real appearance of Junior Sister Qingyun. Her unparalleled beauty made him fall in love with her at first sight and think that she was a goddess.

Yan Hui heaved a silent sigh gloomily. “Unfortunately, I can't have the two gems at the same time. To become the husband of the future sect head, I have to give up the beauty before me and date that ordinary-looking Ice Spirit Body holder.”

If Ding Ning learned this idea of Yan Hui, would he laugh because of too much anger?

He had brought Yagyuu Asamayu to Yan Jing only because he was badgered too much by her. Afraid that she would bring him unnecessary trouble because of her nice look, he turned her into an ordinary-looking woman with the biomimetic skin.

But he did not expect that someone had kept an eye on her even when she looked like this. God's will is unpredictable, and it is impossible to avoid good luck or the bad.

“Doctor Ding, what do you mean by saying that this patient hasn't been cured?”

Afraid that Yan Hao had not cured this patient and would be laughed at by others, Yan Xun took the pulse of the patient himself, but did not find any problem. Instantly, he asked unkindly.

Ding Ning glanced at him strangely. “Yan Xun shields his young without principle indeed. Can he deserve to be called a famous doctor with such character and medical skills?”

Ding Ning had no good impression of Yan Xun, but since the latter had come to let him humiliate him, he would not show mercy. Drooping his eyelids, he said with irony, “Doctor Yan, you are called King of Yan Needles who can bring patients back to life, so you should have extraordinary achievements on acupuncture, but is this your diagnosis technique? I can't admire it.”

“What do you mean?”

Veterans are abler than recruits. If Yan Hao heard this ridicule, he would be angry and shout, but Yan Xun was quite sophisticated, and the calmness he had long attained was invulnerable. Even if he was on the verge of explosion out of anger, he would also maintain a peaceful look, so he asked calmly.

Most of the people on site looked at Ding Ning a little unhappily. Yan Hao was arrogant, and they did not so much like him, but the King of Yan Needles still had high prestige in Yan Jing.

Many who had got benefits from him became angry. “This little doctor from Ninghai is too aggressive, isn't he?

“Even if you have extraordinary medical skills, you are young. If you don't want to call him King of Yan Needles, you should call him Mr. Yan, right?

“Fine, we all know that you are now enemies, and it is still acceptable to call him Doctor Yan, but why do you ironically accuse him of having a poor diagnosis technique? You are too arrogant, aren't you?”

Even the TCM practitioners behind Mr. Jiang had become dark-faced. They might not necessarily have relationships with Yan Xun, but their medical skills and his were almost on the same level, their reputations and his were almost the same, and they and he were people from the same class.

That Ding Ning satirized Yan Xun mercilessly was like taunting them, making them feel the same hatred. If Ding Ning could not give them a convincing answer, no matter how much Mr. Jiang appreciated him, they would never let him off.

“Doctor Yan, you have been a doctor for so long, so you can't say that you don't know occult filariasis has an incubation period, can you? Although Yan Hao has forced out the filariae in the left calf of the patient, it doesn't mean that there are no microfilariae in the other parts of the patient. Is Yangui Hall always so irresponsible on treating patients?”

Ding Ning's tone was indifferent but aggressive.

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