Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Just as he got to the door, Fang Yu tilted his head and said, "Manager Wu, although my disciple serves as my assistant, he is nonetheless considered a renowned doctor in Yanjing. As his master, I cannot undercut him; his consultation fee must not be reduced."

The audacity required at that moment was a necessity.

Wu Jingyuan felt extremely awkward. Given the situation, what was there left not to accept?

"Divine Doctor Fang, rest assured, not a cent will be missing!"

Yet...

Golden Needle Sun Qing looked at Fang Yu with complex eyes. Given Fang Yu's capabilities, could he really be in need of money?

He had heard long ago that Fang Yu had become a son-in-law of the Ye Family, held in high esteem and certainly not lacking in funds.

…

Entering the hall,

"Divine Doctor Fang, this way please."

Led by Wu Jingyuan, they arrived at the door of a bedroom.

The door slowly opened.

The lighting inside was dim,

but the space was large, with two people monitoring nearby. Judging from their attire, it was apparent that they were core members of the Wu Family, a man and a woman, both around their forties or fifties.

The person lying in bed was presumably the owner of the Wu Family, Wu Deqiu.

"Wu Sir, this is Divine Doctor Fang…"

The Wu family members glanced at Fang Yu, harboring little hope since numerous renowned doctors had examined the case before and all had been helpless. They had also heard the shameless terms discussed earlier; they were simply desperate. If Fang Yu couldn't cure the ailment, the matter of payment was irrelevant.

From the bedding, a weak voice sounded:

"Divine Doctor Fang… thank you for your effort."

Someone carefully pulled back the quilt.

Despite the dim light, Fang Yu immediately noticed a scar on his abdomen.

He couldn't help frowning.

"Everyone else, leave."

Fang Yu spoke lightly and calmly, embodying an undeniable authority.

This surprised the Wu family members.

No other doctor had dared to speak so commandingly before, and it was somewhat uncomfortable.

Yet, at that moment, the bedridden Mr. Wu whispered, "Everyone, leave."

When Mr. Wu spoke, the others acquiesced like wilted eggplants, bowing their heads, "Yes…"

And one by one, they left the room.

…

Soon, only Fang Yu and Sun Qing remained in the room.

Fang Yu nodded, moved to the bedside, and slowly sat down, now clearly seeing Mr. Wu's haggard face and dry lips.

"Stretch out your hand."

Wu Deqiu complied.

As he extended his hand, Wu Deqiu slowly said, "My illness isn't something ordinary doctors can handle. If you can't cure it, there's no need to force yourself. My inviting you here was merely out of reluctance to give up."

After speaking, he closed his eyes.

It sounded like something he had repeated thousands of times.

Fang Yu chuckled lightly and said, "Who said I can't cure it?"

Wu Deqiu abruptly opened his eyes… this was the only different response he had received today!

"You can cure it?" He was somewhat excited.

Fang Yu said:

"Traditional Chinese Medicine emphasizes inspection, listening, questioning, and palpation. And there's one more thing... Answer my questions truthfully."

Wu Deqiu nodded, "As long as it can be cured… I will withhold nothing!"

"Who injured your Dantian?" Fang Yu asked seriously, seeing his shocked face, he added, "Just answer my question."

When Fang Yu mentioned the word Dantian, Wu Deqiu showed a face full of shock and agitation.

"Cultivator."

Indeed it was a cultivator.

Fang Yu nodded silently and continued, "Why did he injure you?"

From then on, Mr. Wu was certain that the Divine Doctor Fang in front of him was a connoisseur! Heart swelling, he replied:

"To seize my Spiritual Energy!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu was taken aback.

"A cultivator seizing your Spiritual Energy?"

These words were fully laid out in the open.

Beside them, Sun Qing was totally confused and dared not utter a sound.

Wu Deqiu nodded and said, "Exactly!" With that, a sorrowful expression appeared on his face, "I thought that after a lifetime of hard cultivation, I would achieve today's accomplishments... I didn't expect to still be... betrayed."

"The Dark Forest Law, you've exposed yourself..." Fang Yu sighed.

"Dark Forest Law?" Wu Deqiu looked puzzled.

Fang Yu then explained the contents of the Dark Forest Law to Wu Deqiu.

Upon hearing it, Wu Deqiu exclaimed in astonishment, "Incredible! The person who can see the world so clearly and sum it up into a law must be an extraordinary hermit!"

"But what I don't understand is, why would a cultivator want to steal your spiritual energy?" Fang Yu asked.

"It's like plundering wealth; some covet treasures, while others directly absorb all your life's spiritual energy," Wu Deqiu said somberly.

"I see."

Fang Yu silently nodded to himself, every crime in the world is sparked by interests.

Big fish eat small fish because they want to fill their stomachs.

"Let me ask you, where does a cultivator's spiritual energy come from?" Fang Yu continued.

Wu Deqiu gave Fang Yu a complex look but slowly answered, "Martial artists are divided into nine layers... above the ninth layer is the Innate level. After stepping into the Innate level, one can undergo a transformation, condense spiritual energy, and become a cultivator. In other words... cultivators exist far above martial artists."

That was indeed the case, just as Fang Yu had anticipated.

"Mr. Wu, what is your level of strength?"

Wu Deqiu laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "My strength, although superior to martial artists, is insignificant among cultivators. I have been stuck at the threshold of Innate for nearly a decade now. You know, above Innate, cultivators are divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang..."

"Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang..." Fang Yu murmured.

"Divine Doctor Fang, I have limited strength and knowledge..." Wu Deqiu spoke in a low voice.

Fang Yu also noticed that Wu Deqiu's speaking breath was weakening.

If not treated soon, he would inevitably die.

"I can save you, but I cannot help you recover your strength. Do you still want me to save you?" Fang Yu asked.

After all, for a cultivator, being crippled in cultivation was worse than death.

Unexpectedly, Wu Deqiu said:

"Sigh, I have grown detached from the path of cultivation... The only thing I can't let go of is my family, old and young..."

"It's good you can see it that way."

"My friend, can you really cure me?" Wu Deqiu asked.

"Don't worry."

Fang Yu smiled broadly, "Lie down."

Wu Deqiu showed a look of joy and lay flat.

Clothes, blankets, all moved aside.

His abdomen indeed had a blood hole; during the earlier pulse diagnosis, he had already lost the pulse of his Dantian.

It was clear that Wu Deqiu once was among the masters of martial artists.

Just that...

Having endured all these years and stepping onto the path of cultivation is not something ordinary people could compare with.

Fang Yu sometimes also wondered, can everyone endure like him? Certainly not.

Cultivators, there are too many unsolved mysteries.

"Sun Qing, help me hold him!"

"Yes!"

Suddenly.

Fang Yu lifted his hand and pinched three Golden Needles.

Almost without looking, he began the insertion.

Shoo shoo shoo—

"Taixuan Finger Technique!"

Three Golden Needles went down.

They were inserted into his Danzhong acupoint, Qi Sea acupoint, Shenque acupoint...

Buzz buzz buzz.

The Golden Needles vibrated at a high frequency.

At the same time, Fang Yu slapped down with one palm.

His Inner Essence surged out, directly targeting Wu Deqiu's Dantian.

Wu Deqiu, fully conscious, cried out in alarm: "Taiyi Divine Needle! Spiritual energy!"