Chapter 2298: What a quack

“Of course, a doctor's diagnosis, observation, inquiry, and palpation are all about seeing things,” Ye Bufan said calmly. “Your Sea of Consciousness was injured three months ago, but after so long, its recovery has been slow, with no significant improvement.

If I'm not mistaken, you were originally at the Late Stage of Void Tempering cultivation, but now you can only exert the strength of the Void Refining Initial Stage at most.”

Hearing that the other party had clearly stated the time his Sea of Consciousness was injured and his current strength, Fu Chunqiu was already too shocked to speak, his mouth wide open in disbelief.

He was not Ge Yangming's subordinate, nor his servant; the reason he followed him was to ask the other party to treat his injuries.

Only he knew how and when he was injured, and even finding the Tianqiong Medical Saint was only a month ago.

As for his cultivation strength, he had never made a move since his injury, and only he knew what level he was truly at now.

How did the other party know? Did he really 'see' it?

At this moment, he stood there dumbfounded, even forgetting why he had come.

Ge Yangming frowned: “Mr. Fu, don't listen to his nonsense. This Young man is just talking out of his ass.”

Ye Bufan glanced at him disdainfully: “You haven't been able to cure his injuries for so long, and now you're saying I'm talking out of my ass. It seems you really are a quack doctor.”

“Nonsense.”

Involving his dignity and status in the Dao of medicine, Ge Yangming naturally wouldn't show weakness and immediately shouted: “Young man, do you understand the Dao of medicine? Do you know what it means for the Sea of Consciousness to be injured?

Damage to Mental Energy is the most difficult injury to treat. To be precise, no one else can treat it except for this old man.

Just now, in one month, I have stabilized Mr. Fu's injury and even seen some recovery. He will certainly be fully recovered within three years. How can my Medical skill be questioned by a mere greenhorn like you!”

After he finished speaking, the people present nodded frequently, whispering to each other, expressing their agreement.

Most of those who came here to welcome the Medical Saint were Cultivators, and these people were very clear about Mental Energy damage.

Once it occurs, one might be crippled for life, and recovery is extremely difficult. Those who can treat Sea of Consciousness damage are even rarer than a Phoenix's feathers.

“Hahahaha… This is simply too funny, it's killing me…”

Ye Bufan burst into laughter, bending over backward.

Ge Yangming put away the smug look on his face and said angrily: “Young man, what are you laughing at? Am I wrong?”

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“What the hell are you talking about?!” Ye Bufan stopped laughing, “This is the first time I've seen someone present their own incompetence as an achievement!

As a doctor, after a whole month, you still haven't cured his injuries. Instead of feeling ashamed, you're pompously showing off. Is there anything funnier than this?”

“Young man, this old man has already told you, you simply don't understand Medical skill.

Injuries to the Sea of Consciousness are the most difficult to treat, and no one else can treat them except for this old man. What's wrong with taking a little longer…?”

Ye Bufan, however, didn't even look at him again, turning his head to look at Fu Chunqiu beside him.

“Trust me, I will completely heal your Sea of Consciousness injury in ten breaths!”

“Hahahaha… Hahahaha…”

This time it was Ge Yangming's turn to laugh loudly, “What an arrogant and ignorant Young man. To heal a Sea of Consciousness injury in ten breaths, even the most arrogant person wouldn't say such a thing. Do you really think you are a Divine Immortal?”

“Exactly, I thought this Young man was actually a doctor, but it turns out he's just talking nonsense…”

“How can a Sea of Consciousness injury be so easy to treat? I've seen a few, and they're basically crippled for life…”

“Ignorance is bliss. Before bragging, one should at least understand what can be bragged about and what cannot…”

The people around shook their heads and sighed, not believing a single word Ye Bufan said.

The Xiaoyao King shook his head slightly: “I was just bluffed by him. It turns out he's just an arrogant person.”

When Ye Bufan pointed out Fu Haisheng's Sea of Consciousness injury and clearly stated the time, he had believed him somewhat, but now that trace of trust had completely vanished.

Zhao Huiying and Feng Bailian beside him also nodded, as Dongxu Realm powerhouses, they knew better than anyone how terrifying Sea of Consciousness damage was.

If such an injury could be cured within ten breaths, one could truly be called a Divine Immortal.

Fu Chunqiu was the same; his heart was filled with disappointment. He had originally thought he had met another Divine Doctor, but he didn't expect him to be just a blabbermouth.

But before he could recover from his previous shock, he suddenly felt a numbness in his chest, as Ye Bufan had sealed his acupuncture points.

“This…”

Fu Chunqiu had a wry smile on his face. In his opinion, the other party said so much just to distract him and then launch a sneak attack.

The people around were startled. They knew the reputation of the Iron Sword Scholar. A powerhouse at the Late Stage of Void Tempering had his acupuncture points sealed by this Young man.

It seemed that even if the other party was talking nonsense,

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he was also a super powerhouse, with cultivation at least in the Dongxu Stage. Otherwise, even with a sneak attack, he wouldn't be able to break through the opponent's protective True Qi.

Ye Bufan completely ignored the reactions of others, his movements flowing smoothly. After sealing the acupuncture points, he took out a black Medicinal Pill and put it into Fu Chunqiu's mouth.

The Medicinal Pill melted upon entering the mouth, then transformed into a cool sensation that flowed down the esophagus.

Fu Chunqiu was full of surprise and confusion: “You've already sealed my acupuncture points. If you want to kill me, just kill me. Why use poison?”

The others had the same thought, and even Zhao Huiying and the other two were bewildered.

Logically speaking, Ye Bufan had successfully launched a sneak attack, and even killing the opponent would be a matter of raising his hand. Why make it so complicated?

“Shut up. Speak after ten breaths!”

Ye Bufan finished speaking and began to count down, “Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

With his current Medical skill attainment, to cure Fu Chunqiu's injuries, he didn't even need the Heaven Mending Pill; one Nourishing Spirit Pill was enough.

The crowd became even more confused. This Young man was a mysterious figure. At such a young age, he had reached the Dongxu Stage cultivation, yet he didn't seem like a normal person.

Just now he said he would cure the Sea of Consciousness injury within ten breaths, and now he was counting down. Did he really think he had that kind of Medical skill?

Everyone's faces were filled with surprise, but no one interrupted. After all, it was only a matter of a few breaths; waiting wouldn't take long.

Ge Yangming, however, curled his lips, his face full of disdain.

“Keep pretending. I'll see how you can keep pretending later!”

Ten breaths passed in a flash. Ye Bufan quickly uttered the last word and raised his hand to unseal Fu Chunqiu's acupuncture points.

“I've figured it out, this is a madman. He provoked Fu Chunqiu, and now he's unsealed his acupuncture points. He's just waiting to be killed…”

“I agree, the Iron Sword Scholar definitely won't let him go…”

“In my opinion, he just couldn't keep up the act. How could he do something that even the Tianqiong Medical Saint couldn't do…?”

The people around scoffed one by one, all looking forward to seeing how the Iron Sword Scholar would react furiously after his acupuncture points were unsealed.

Ge Yangming still had a sneer on his lips. So what if the Young man in front of him had reached the Dongxu Stage? He still couldn't block a single sword strike from the Iron Sword Scholar.

But something unexpected happened. Fu Chunqiu was stunned for a moment, then he knelt on the ground with a thud, his head hitting the ground.

“Thank you, Divine Doctor, for saving me!”