Duan Ming didn’t quite hear what Dazhuang had said, so he asked, “What did you just say?”
Before Da Zhuang could say anything, the handso young man next to him suddenly asked, “Are you saying he’s a doctor?”
“Yeah!” Duan Ming replied quickly. “I only found out later after asking around. The boy is just 19, but he’s already passed the tests at Mortality Hall and is considered a Divine Doctor.”
“Not long ago, the rumors were all over the place, saying that the miracle healer who helped Mrs. Bai safely deliver her child was him. Today, down by the arena, I even saw him use the golden needle acupuncture technique from the inner sect of Heavenly dical Valley to save Anling Yao’s life. Tsk, I wonder just who that young man really is!”
“What?!”
Several people sitting on the bench to rest suddenly stood up when they heard Duan Ming’s words.
The burly man stared at Duan Ming with an intense gaze, and his voice trembled slightly. “You just said that person used the golden needle bloodletting technique?”
“Yes!”
“Boss…” The burly man turned to look at the handso young man beside him, hope shining in his eyes. “Boss, do you think… could it be…?”
Exceptional dical skills, extraordinary power, a young Divine Doctor, and mastery of the golden needle acupuncture technique… Everything about him seed too coincidental.
The handso young man closed his eyes for a mont, then spoke slowly, “It’s impossible. Duan Ming said the person was only 19. If it were her, there’s no way she’d be that young. It couldn’t possibly be her.”
As soon as the young man spoke, the others imdiately showed signs of disappointnt, slumping down into their seats in resignation.
Duan Ming was left puzzled, but he opened his mouth to ask and then hesitated, choosing not to press the matter further.
He knew that his friends were keeping a secret, one that drove them to train relentlessly every day, vowing to beco stronger no matter what.
Duan Ming let out a soft sigh, about to crack a few jokes to lighten the mood and cheer up his friends.
Suddenly, the handso young man raised his head and asked: “Duan Ming, do you know the na of that young doctor?”
“Of course I know!” Duan Ming grinned. “His na is already spreading outside of Heavenly dical Valley. I’d be surprised if there’s anyone who doesn’t know about this 19-year-old Divine Doctor.”
“By the way, his na is Xi Yue.”
Bang!
As soon as Duan Ming finished speaking, the burly man suddenly toppled off the stone bench and fell to the ground.
Even the usually calm and composed Boss Jin sprang to his feet, his face now more shocked and filled with hope than before. It was as if every emotion he had surged to the surface, overwhelming him, making his body tremble uncontrollably.
The others weren’t much better off—they stood frozen, as if turned to stone, staring blankly at Duan Ming. Yet, in their eyes, a fire flickered.
“Boss—! Dazhuang, Xiaofeng, Hong’an… What’s wrong with all of you? Do you guys know this Xi Yue?”
The handso young man, or rather, Jin Zeyu, closed his eyes. For a mont, he felt as though hot, damp tears were streaming from his eyes, tracing down his cheeks and dripping onto his collar.
He opened his mouth several tis, struggling to steady his voice so it wouldn’t break from the emotion. “Duan Ming, how do I spell his na? Write it down for , now!”
Duan Ming was stunned for a while, and then he hurriedly wrote the na under Qian Dazhuang’s relentless urging.
The mont he saw the two words “Xi Yue” etched into the ground with the tip of a sword, Qian Dazhuang suddenly collapsed, hitting the ground with a thud. With his eyes closed, he wept softly, tears streaming down his face.
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