Chapter 547: 490 Seeking the Divine Healer, An Roujin’s Death Is Final [1 Update]_2 Chapter 547: 490 Seeking the Divine Healer, An Roujin’s Death Is Final [1 Update]_2 “If that’s considered ordinary, I’m afraid no one would dare claim they know dicine,” the middle-aged man had little understanding of Traditional Chinese dicine and Ancient dicine.
However, he saw that after Lin Qingjia administered three needles, the patient’s pained expression gradually subsided, and imdiately he knew Lin Qingjia’s dical skills were extraordinary.
He had to admit that, including the Ancient dical Field, the dical standards in O Continent were behind those of Hua Country.
Of course, this was excluding the Poison Masters.
It was just a pity that ninety-nine percent of Poison Masters were elusive, and they all had very peculiar temperants.
They preferred poisoning over saving lives.
The Third Poison Master used to leave so traces, but recently this person astonishingly disappeared from the sea region belonging to the Bevin Family, daring to go to the International Virus Center.
The people at the International Virus Center were too busy, thus making it even more difficult to invite them.
The middle-aged man pondered for a long ti, “Head of Lin Family, I wonder if I could invite her to take a trip to O Continent? To treat an old friend of mine whose condition is beyond anyone’s capabilities there, even the Third Poison Master is incapable.”
Lin Jinyun frowned, “It depends on her own will.”
For all he knew, the Taylor Family might be plotting to kidnap Lin Qingjia in order to threaten the Lin Family.
“Rest assured, Head of Lin Family, how could we possibly harm a healer?” The middle-aged man certainly understood Lin Jinyun’s concerns and chuckled, “The healer’s heart is akin to a parent’s care, even in tis of war, one absolutely does not strike at dics.”
Who in this lifeti will not fall ill?
If they dared to touch Lin Qingjia, not to ntion that the Ancestor of the Lin Family would personally co out and head straight to the headquarters in O Continent, but even the Ancient dical Field would also take action.
By then, O Continent could forget about inviting another practitioner of Ancient dicine over.
Lin Jinyun still did not relent, “I will send for her in a mont, and the Head of Taylor Family can ask her directly.”
Downstairs.
“It’s done,” Lin Qingjia had finished the treatnt, wiped her sweat, took the paper and pen beside her, and wrote down several herbal prescriptions, “Take the dicine on schedule, and you’ll be better in a month.”
The ancient martial artist took the prescription, helped his companion up, and was overjoyed, “Thank you so much, Miss Qingjia.”
An elderly practitioner of Ancient dicine stroked his beard, “Miss Qingjia’s dical skill is truly improving by the day.”
“Indeed,” another practitioner said, “among her peers, no one can compare to her.”
“There’s hope for the future of the Ancient dical Field, my path is not alone, I am comforted.”
“Young Master Fu, it’s been a long ti,” amidst all eyes, Lin Qingjia approached him, “How have you been recently? Do you need any help?”
Upon hearing this, Fu Yunshen slowly looked up and turned his head, “I don’t know her.”
Ying Zijin glanced at him and raised an eyebrow.
What’s with this resentful tone?
The first floor was also eerily quiet, with an awkward tension invisibly arising.
Before Lin Qingjia could speak, a young man sneered, “Fu Yunshen, Qingjia is greeting you politely, what’s with that attitude?”
“Don’t think just because you’ve dealt with the ng Family, you can do whatever you please, and don’t think just because your ancient martial cultivation is far superior to your peers, you can act recklessly like this. The Lin Family has plenty of experts. Would you like us to invite one of the ancestors to co out and see if you can handle that?”
The smile at the corner of Lin Qingjia’s mouth faded, “Silence!”
The young man’s words stopped imdiately, but he still sneered.
Back then, Fu Yunshen had been working to the brink of death to improve his ancient martial cultivation.
Always walking a fine line between life and death, that’s why his cultivation was so high, and they all knew it.
It was at least fifty years in the making, and probably only Yue Fuyi and a few other ancient martial artists with talents were at his level amongst his contemporaries.
However, Fu Yunshen also had many concealed injuries within his body.
For ancient martial artists, such injuries were fatal.
Once they erupted, the only consequence would be a complete loss of Inner Strength and broken ridians.
Most importantly, Fu Yunshen had no substantial backing in the Ancient Martial World.
If he had a two-hundred-year ancient martial artist standing behind him, perhaps he’d warrant more attention.
The young man was very clear, Lin Qingjia had a gentle temper, and the healer’s heart was compassionate; she was rely asking out of concern.
Fu Yunshen was simply not in her league.
“Your mouth runs without restraint, go back and accept your punishnt,” Lin Qingjia glanced at the young man and coldly made a courtesy, “Young Master Fu, I apologize for the intrusion.”
She followed the young man upstairs without giving Fu Yunshen another look and went to find Lin Jinyun.
The disruption ended, and the auction continued.
Yet, there were still many people looking at Fu Yunshen, whispering amongst themselves.
“That’s him, the one who put that direct lineage descendant of the ng Family into a vegetative state, still not awakened to this day.”
“If not for his outstanding appearance, I truly wouldn’t have rembered.”
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