"If your skills aren't perfected, then go study. Here's a dical book—take a good look at it."
These words rang out in everyone's ears like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, making everyone here feel angry. Although Doctor Sun said his skills weren't perfected, this was just a humble way of speaking.
Even so, he wholeheartedly made efforts for everyone, letting people feel his dical ethics. This was already enough to make people support his dical skills. This was more beloved than those called divine doctors who didn't save people.
The level of dical skills, high or low, couldn't constitute the foundation for a doctor to be respected by people. dical ethics was the foundation—sothing many doctors had forgotten, pursuing only dical skills while forgetting dical ethics.
How Doctor Sun's dical skills were wasn't the issue. He had dical ethics—respectable dical ethics. Therefore, when soone said his skills weren't perfected, it would cause public anger.
They saw a young man. The youth wasn't particularly handso, but he was decent enough to look at. At the sa ti, the youth didn't have gorgeous clothes, but they were ordinary. Although such a youth wasn't ordinary, he wouldn't attract too much attention, at least not in appearance.
The words this youth said made people move him from the category of unremarkable people to very annoying people, associating him with so dandy young masters who liked to belittle others to show off.
Soon, everyone felt sowhat strange. This youth was holding a book in his hand and handing it to Doctor Sun.
...
What did this an? Did he really think Doctor Sun needed to read dical books? This was making things difficult for Doctor Sun, slapping his face, and also slapping theirs.
So everyone's anger grew even greater, and they all prepared to take action. But at this mont, sothing that left them sowhat stunned happened.
"This, this is..." Doctor Sun instinctively took the dical book and instinctively glanced at it. He was imdiately attracted by this dical book and showed an expression of disbelief.
Although they didn't know what dical book this was, everyone could be certain this dical book wasn't simple. If that were the case, then what this youth said before would need to be reconsidered.
If before everyone felt this youth was belittling people, now it was genuine help given to Doctor Sun. The flavor had completely changed.
This youth was naturally Xiaoyao. Seeing that this Doctor Sun had good dical ethics, he casually gave him a dical book he was carrying. This dical book was naturally not simple—otherwise he wouldn't carry it with him.
This was a copy of a peerless dical book he had obtained from dicine Immortal Ridge. The original was naturally still at dicine Immortal Ridge. He had already studied it thoroughly and it didn't have particularly valuable retention value, so he might as well give it to this Doctor Sun before him.
"It's just a dical book. It can't help you too much. If you want to improve your dical knowledge, you still need to read more dical books. You must also read ordinary ones—fundantals are very important." Xiaoyao said casually.
"This is too precious..." Doctor Sun felt he couldn't accept this.
Xiaoyao waved his hand and said, "For , this book's value is already in my mind. The book itself has no value. Giving it to you has more value than keeping it in my hands. I hope you can demonstrate this value."
Doctor Sun was still uncertain, but in the end he accepted this dical book. He seed to promise Xiaoyao's words—to bring out the best value of this dical book and study various dical books to interpret the contents of this book.
While he was exploring this dical book, his own dical skills beca increasingly sophisticated. Although he didn't beco that kind of top-tier existence, he wasn't far from it, becoming a famous divine doctor on the continent. Moreover, he was a divine doctor with both dical skills and dical ethics.
At this ti, no one would know this. No one would think that because of Xiaoyao's one dical book, such a divine doctor praised by later generations was created.
At this mont, Xiaoyao only crouched in front of that old man, took out needles and quickly inserted them into several of the old man's acupoints. Naturally, there were also so techniques involved, but no one present could understand them.
Doctor Sun now only had relatively good dical ethics—his dical skills were really still far behind. He couldn't understand Xiaoyao's techniques, let alone others.
"What are you trying to do? What did you do to my father."
Seeing Xiaoyao's actions, the old man's son imdiately pounced forward. When Xiaoyao hadn't stated what he was doing, he wouldn't think Xiaoyao was treating his father. He would only think Xiaoyao was harming his father. This reaction was also very normal.
"I'm treating your father. Weren't you begging soone to save him? Do you regret it?" Xiaoyao gently pushed the old man's son aside. Although he wasn't impressive in front of those Emperor Level martial artists, he could still easily handle ordinary people.
At the sa ti, in this small place, not to ntion civilians, even experts rarely had those above General Level. So Xiaoyao could be considered a very impressive expert here.
However, at this mont, no one would notice his strength—they only cared about what he said.
He was saving people? Could he cure such injuries?
Although everyone hoped soone could cure that old man, in their understanding, such injuries could only be treated by divine doctors. Obviously, divine doctors wouldn't appear in small places like theirs. At the sa ti, they found it hard to believe that a youth of Xiaoyao's age could possess such sophisticated dical skills.
Therefore, when Xiaoyao said he was saving people, they all expressed doubt.
"Are you saving my father?" The old man's son asked blankly, sowhat unable to react. He hadn't thought about whether Xiaoyao would possess such dical skills. For people in such small villages, their thinking was relatively simple. He would only believe or not believe—there was no should or shouldn't.
"Mm." Xiaoyao nodded and continued treating the old man. For him, the old man's injuries weren't very difficult—not much of a challenge.
"Then please save my father. Whatever you want, I can give you." The old man's son imdiately knelt toward Xiaoyao. He chose to believe, perhaps with a bit of grasping at straws flavor.
"What I want is very simple. I'll ask you so things later—I hope you still rember. But now I'll first cure you people. Consider it advance paynt for your answers." Xiaoyao didn't discuss matters from twenty years ago at this mont, because this wasn't urgent—at least not more urgent than human lives.
"Mm mm, whatever you want to ask, if I know I'll definitely tell you, as long as you can save my father." The old man's son said and prepared to kowtow to Xiaoyao. However, his head couldn't touch the ground—he didn't even have a chance to bend down.
Xiaoyao blocked the old man's son with one hand and said indifferently, "Get up. I don't like others performing such grand ceremonies—I can't accept it."
Xiaoyao was indeed saving people, but this ceremony was too grand. Even if he really gave soone life-saving grace, he felt he couldn't bear such ceremony.
"You first save..."
Xiaoyao knew what the old man's son wanted to say and imdiately interrupted: "If you don't get up and waste ti with like this, your father will have to suffer a bit more."
"Ah, good, I'll get up first and thank you later." The old man's son imdiately bounced up. He didn't want his father to suffer more.
"Give your father this pill, and I'll go check on others."
After Xiaoyao finished treating the old man's injuries, he gave the old man's son a pill, then went to continue saving others. It was just a small effort anyway—he didn't mind making a few more small efforts. Of course, he cared even less about the ti.
Moreover, Xiaoyao was now here to find people for information. Anyone from the small mountain village might have clues. One more person ant one more opportunity. He wouldn't let the people here have problems and would do his utmost to restore them, preferably so they could speak now.
Of course, being able to speak now was sowhat difficult, but Xiaoyao could make the people here recover in the shortest ti. Anyway, whoever recovered first he'd ask first, and the later ones could be put off—it wouldn't affect things too much.
Next, Xiaoyao quickly treated all the injured on scene. Whether seriously or not seriously injured, he treated them all. Serious ones naturally needed treatnt, and not serious ones could be treated casually without taking much ti.
For Xiaoyao, these were just minor injuries with no difficulty at all. But for others it was different—they had been treating them for a long ti, and so had even felt there was no hope.
Now, everyone looking at Xiaoyao had dazed expressions. This showed the shock Xiaoyao brought them. They sowhat couldn't believe what happened before their eyes. Even if he could cure them, shouldn't it take ti? This was too fast.
What Xiaoyao gave them wasn't just dical skills that could cure people, but also speed so fast it seed magical, as if what was before him was just a cold, not serious injuries.
They didn't know that in Xiaoyao's eyes, these injuries were basically about the sa as a cold—just examination plus treatnt, with no particular difference.
"Son, am I still alive?" The old man woke up, very surprised that he could see the sky again. He thought he was definitely going to die this ti.
The old man's voice awakened so people from their daze, and the old man's son was naturally one of them. After hearing his father's voice, he nodded and answered.
"Yes, Dad, you're still alive. How do you feel now? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"
After hearing his son's words, the old man moved his body and felt his body's reaction, saying strangely, "My body feels very comfortable. Am I already dead? Otherwise, why don't I feel the pain?"
The old man was very suspicious because the death-like pain he had before was gone. This was too strange. Even if he survived, this pain should still be there. How could it be gone?
(End of Chapter)
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