Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Peng Jiuxiang scrutinized the person speaking - indolent, tasteless, not fit for society!

"Are you the one calling me a quack?" Peng Jiuxiang's gaze became sharp as he looked towards Fang Yu.

"I said it." Fang Yu replied.

Peng Jiuxiang chuckled.

Bai Ruoling and Grandma Ke nearly died of urgency upon hearing this; how could they expect any help from the Divine Doctor after such an offense?

"Tell me, who's ill? Your father or your mother?" Peng Jiuxiang asked with a probing tone.

"It's my grandfather," Fang Yu said nonchalantly.

"Take me to him," Peng Jiuxiang confidently smiled, "I'll show you what true medical skill is!"

Upon entering the sick room, everyone saw that the old principal had woken up, but his complexion was lackluster as he lay on the bed, squinting, and forced a faint smile at the sight of his family.

"Grandpa..." Bai Ruoling eagerly rushed over.

Fang Yu also let out a small sigh.

"This doctor here is Divine Doctor Peng; let him take a look at you," Grandma Ke introduced.

The old principal on the bed was slightly startled—could this be the widely renowned Divine Doctor Peng Jiuxiang? Excitement gleamed in the old principal's eyes, and he attempted to get up, only to be pressed back down by Bai Ruoling.

"Don't move, let me have a look," Peng Jiuxiang said indifferently.

"Please, Divine Doctor Peng, it's a bother," Grandma Ke said.

Peng Jiuxiang came from a family with a long history in traditional Chinese medicine and had achieved great expertise in the field. With three generations of physicians in his family, he had cured many difficult and complex diseases and had made a name for himself in Yanjing.

He placed his fingers on the old principal's wrist and after two minutes, he shook his head.

"Divine Doctor Peng, how is my husband's health?" Grandma Ke asked.

Peng Jiuxiang sighed, "This disease is already in its advanced stages; at most I can only alleviate his pain. There's nothing more I can do..."

That was brutally direct!

Grandma Ke turned pale upon hearing it.

In comparison to the hospital's opinion, what Peng Jiuxiang said was almost the final verdict.

Taking in the result, Grandma Ke's face fell.

But it was the old principal in bed who optimistically said with a smile, "It's nothing serious. Everyone has to die someday."

Bai Ruoling, leaning on the bedside, burst into big teary eyes when she heard this...

"Let me have a look instead."

Fang Yu's voice rang out,

Causing surprise to everyone present.

"You?" Peng Jiuxiang stared at Fang Yu.

"In my early years, I learned some Massage Technique, and during those years abroad, I have greatly improved my skills through practice. The old principal has a cervical spine issue, so I want to see if there's a cure."

"You know medical skills?" The old principal squinted and asked.

"I am skilled at more than just medical skills... But this Massage Technique isn't really medical skill per se, it's more like a unique Skill," Fang Yu said with a smile.

"Heh..." Peng Jiuxiang scoffed coldly.

Fang Yu sat by the bedside and said, "Give me your hand."

"Alright."

The old principal extended his aged hand, not expecting much.

Fang Yu reached out with his finger, gently rubbed the wrist, kneaded it a few times, and then rested his finger on the pulse.

Peng Jiuxiang's eyes brightened - what kind of finger technique was this?

A massage?

Feeling the pulse?

The two minutes quickly passed, and Fang Yu's expression shifted from seriousness to a more relaxed and even comfortable one.

The doctor in the white coat rushed in and exclaimed, "Doctor Peng? You're here!"

"Quiet!" Bai Ruoling turned and scolded.

"Huh?"

The doctor in the white coat approached and his expression changed—when he saw Fang Yu feeling the pulse of the old principal on the bed, he almost laughed.

Seeing Divine Doctor Peng Jiuxiang seated beside with a calm and composed demeanor, the young doctor in the white coat couldn't help but say, "Are you treating him? Sir, I suggest you let this Divine Doctor take a look. He is the well-known Divine Doctor Peng from our Yanjing."

The young doctor saw Peng Jiuxiang standing there ignored and thought that the patient's family hadn't recognized him.

"Stop the noise, can't you hear? Don't interfere with my treatment!" Fang Yu frowned.

"This--" The doctor in the white coat took another look at Fang Yu who was taking the pulse, "This won't do. The diagnostic data from various instruments are already out, the old principal's diagnosis is basically accurate..."

Suddenly, Bai Ruoling stretched out her leg and kicked over.

Puf!

"Ah--"

The doctor in the white coat turned pale, clutched his stomach, and screamed in agony, no longer daring to make a commotion.

Peng Jiuxiang also spoke: "Let him treat."

When the Divine Doctor spoke, the other doctors naturally stopped causing trouble and stood quietly watching.

However, Peng Jiuxiang looked on with indifference... because he simply didn't believe this illness could be cured!

...

Inside the intensive care unit.

Peng Jiuxiang looked at Fang Yu and asked, "Young man, have you found anything after taking the pulse just now?"

This was why Peng Jiuxiang had not left.

As a culmination of traditional Chinese medicine, he was very confident in his medical skills.

"Divine Doctor Peng, actually, my diagnosis is similar to yours. However..."

"However what?"

"Surgery is needed."

Fang Yu stood up and said to the doctors beside him, "Prepare an operating room."

Huh?

Everyone was startled.

Even Peng Jiuxiang found it amusing.

Chinese medicine using a surgeon's knife like Western medicine? Could that still be called Chinese medicine?

"Young man, Chinese medicine with a surgical knife, are you joking?" Peng Jiuxiang said coldly.

Fang Yu looked at him disdainfully and said:

"So you wouldn't admit that you're a mediocre doctor... 'Three Kingdoms: Guan Yu' has recorded that Hua Tuo treated Guan Yu by scraping bone to heal his wounds. Surgery existed back then, long before Western medicine, let alone now. You were trained in Chinese medicine; you should understand that even before Western medicine entered Huaxia, Chinese medicine alone solved many problems..."

Hearing this, Peng Jiuxiang was profoundly shocked, looking at Fang Yu with eyes full of disbelief, completely incapable of rebuttal.

"Know that the breadth of Chinese medicine does not lie in surgery. Using herbs as medicine, without disrupting the root, nurturing life and vitality, life goes on unceasingly. The true medical skill of Chinese medicine is far more sophisticated than that of Western medicine. Didn't your teacher teach you that?"

"You—"

Peng Jiuxiang was so angry he trembled but couldn't utter a word. After a long pause, he squeezed out four words resentfully, "All talk, no action."

Fang Yu scoffed: "I will let you witness what real Chinese medicine is. Is the operating room ready?"

Peng Jiuxiang also gestured grandly: "Hurry up and prepare, I want to see how you handle it when something goes wrong, you won't be able to escape the blame!"

...

The operating room was quickly prepared.

Fang Yu looked around with a smile, "Now, please leave."

"Leave?" Bai Ruoling's delicate eyebrows knitted together.

"How can I treat him if you don't leave?"

Bai Ruoling hesitated, initially wanting to stay, but Grandma Ke held her back, saying, "Let's go, I trust Xiaoyu."

"Grandma…"

"Enough said."

They left the ward.

"Divine Doctor Peng, you'll be my assistant, you don't mind, right?" Fang Yu said out loud.

"Callow youth, are you trying to find a scapegoat in case something happens?" Peng Jiuxiang said.

"Do not judge the heart of a gentleman with your own mean measure... Whatever happens, I will bear full responsibility."

Fang Yu's words were spoken humbly yet firmly, and even those outside heard them.

Peng Jiuxiang snorted lightly: "Fine! I really want to see, how you're going to treat!"