Vice Sect Leader Yu Feiyu's master!
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, which old physician present would dare to believe that such a young-looking man could be her master?
It is often said that "blue is made out of indigo but is more vivid than it." Yu Feiyu's dical talent had been widely recognized. Born with six-fingered orchid-like hands, she had beco an unparalleled Eighth Level Physician by the re age of thirty, an accomplishnt that not even in the Valley of the dicine God could surpass.
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Now, not yet thirty-five years old, she possessed the qualifications to strive for the Ninth Level.
To put it bluntly, the end of Yu Feiyu's journey might not be confined to the Ninth Level.
And yet, such a brilliant figure was willing to respectfully call this young man her master?
The old physicians couldn't help but flush with embarrassnt, feeling as if their lifetis had been lived in vain. They had just haughtily lectured others on their lack of dical knowledge, which now seed like a joke.
How could soone who didn't understand dicine make Yu Feiyu obey them so loyally?
"Perhaps what she said is true."
If anyone seed composed aside from the two stewards, it would be Zhong Chulan, though he too was consud with sha.
If only he had let go of his pride at that ti, by now, he, Zhong Chulan, might have been the one forming connections with them. Unfortunately, he missed the opportunity, and now Ye Feng was out of his league.
Yu Feiyu ca in a hurry and left just as swiftly.
She had scarcely arrived before she disappeared from everyone's sight, yet she clearly understood Ye Feng's character. As a doctor, one couldn't afford the slightest negligence with patients, attending to serious matters ticulously.
One by one, two by one, three by one...
Following Yu Feiyu's departure, Ye Feng began examining the patients present one after another, a total of thirty-one patients all exhibiting the sa symptoms. Such a large number of people had fallen ill, and yet sohow the situation had been kept tightly under wraps.
On the contrary, this was no small matter, but a truly serious one.
Ye Feng frowned deeply. Among worldly disasters, man-made wars undoubtedly ranked first, but natural calamities could be just as terrifying. The reason for the lockdown was self-evident—to avoid public panic.
The fear was that things weren't so simple!
Ye Feng regretted concentrating his attention solely on the Imperial Capital these past two days. He now approached a middle-aged man, who appeared to be in his forties or fifties, his furrowed brow indicating the pain he must have endured before falling unconscious.
"A blade!"
Ye Feng asked for a blade, his hand reaching back. The Vital Energy within all thirty-one patients had been eroded, now void of any breath or fluctuation, rendering it impossible to discern their levels of cultivation.
Intuitively, the middle-aged man in front of him had the highest level of cultivation.
Seeing Ye Feng's outstretched hand, Hong Qingyan was flabbergasted, quickly realizing what Ye Feng truly wanted, but she didn't have it!
At the Hong Family, she hadn't even killed a chicken, let alone have a blade to offer.
"My lord, here's mine."
Fortunately, Shentu Mo carried a short blade with him, which he promptly handed over.
"A fine blade!"
Ye Feng pinched the blade between two fingers, white heat rising from them. He quickly grasped the hilt and swiped it across the man's wrist.
At that swipe, the entire scene burst into exclamations.
Leaving aside Ye Feng's control of force, one could see from the middle-aged man's arm, an incision two centiters in length from which not a single drop of blood flowed.
"Blood coagulated; no wonder those Western doctors said there was no saving them."
"What kind of Miasma is this that it can be so severe?"
"The Western doctors being powerless is one thing, but not only has the blood of these patients congealed, even their Qi is blocked. Do we have a way to deal with this?"
...
Setting aside the complexities, the most rudintary principle of traditional dicine is to circulate Qi—essentially, through various ans, to make a patient's Qi-Blood flow smoothly again, known as invigorating the circulation of Qi.
What left the old physicians at a loss was that their highly relied upon techniques of "look, listen, question, feel the pulse" were clearly ineffective, with all the patients in a near-death state.
Now that even the thod of circulating Qi was unfeasible, what else could be done?
"Little Martial Uncle, the Miasma you ntioned might not be from this world."
A trace of seriousness appeared on the usually indifferent face of Long Nannan.
"Do you know its origin?"
This ti, Ye Feng was the one shocked.
"I can't be sure, as I've never been to that place."
"Little Martial Uncle, if you could collect so of the Miasma for , I'll ask my grandfather about it. He'll definitely know."
Long Nannan spoke earnestly through her heart's voice.
To others, including Ye Feng, it was rely Miasma, but Long Nannan had deeper concerns. If it was Ghost Qi from that place entering this world...
Then the situation could really beco troubleso!
"Alright, I'll gather so later. How soon can you have the results?"
If they could ascertain the origin of the Miasma, they might soon find a way to neutralize it.
Apparently, the Sect Leader of the Divine Doctor Sect, who had rushed to the Central Region early in the morning with three Grand Elders and several stewards, was aiming for the sa goal as Ye Feng.
"Very quickly."
Long Nannan responded seriously, though how quick that would be remained unclear.
There's strength in numbers, after all!
In less than ten minutes, Yu Feiyu returned with nine other individuals, one after another entering the large ward. At first glance, they were all young people, five n and four won, each with an excited expression on their faces.
The n's happiness was understandable, but what were the won so excited about?
"No, Little Martial Uncle, tell them to be careful around these people."
It seed Long Nannan suddenly realized sothing, imdiately communicating with Ye Feng through a voice transmission.
Be careful?
Ye Feng imdiately shielded Hong Qingyan behind him, though as he scanned the area, none of the sick seed to show any sign of activity.
"Anyone whose cultivation level hasn't reached that of a Great Grandmaster, get out!"
As soon as Ye Feng's command was heard, displeasure imdiately surged among the crowd.
So people had just co in, and now they were being asked to leave again? To put it bluntly, even if you were bossing around a dog, you still needed to give it ti to catch its breath.
Not to ntion!
These young people who had just arrived, those who t the few requirents, each one of them was a standout in their own right, each with their own temper.
"Who the hell are you to tell us to leave?"
One of the n in a yellow sportswear imdiately retorted.
"Lan Qi, show so respect."
Zhong Chulan stepped forward with a stiff face. This man nad Lan Qi was a disciple of one of his close friends and had learned quite a bit from him, so he was more or less considered as a half-disciple.
How could he allow him to continue to affront such an important figure!
"Uncle Zhong, I can't swallow this insult. If you want to leave, that's fine, but you need to give a reason?"
Being a person of the Imperial Capital, his temper was extrely stubborn, and he looked at Ye Feng with a cold sneer.
"You want a reason?"
"If my master tells you to leave, it's as if I am telling you to leave. Is that reason enough?"
Yu Feiyu spoke with her hands on her hips, her expression looking a little unnatural. For the sake of Ye Feng, she had steeled herself, putting her face in the line.
"Big Sister Yu!"
Lan Qi clenched his teeth as he looked at Yu Feiyu with a complex expression, then incredulously glanced at Ye Feng before finally hanging his head and walking out.
"Sect Leader Yu, we will rember this event," one of the remaining six n and won said as they followed Lan Qi out, including a man whose cultivation level had reached that of a Great Grandmaster.
Although Yu Feiyu hadn't addressed each of them individually, her words just now were equivalent to offending all those who left.
In the blink of an eye, the hospital room had emptied out quite a bit.
"Grandmaster, you had them co only to send them away again. What exactly is the purpose of this?" Aside from two ministers, the only elder left was the old physician in green standing before them, looking at Ye Feng with an incomprehensible expression.
"We'll have the answer very soon," Ye Feng turned and quietly looked toward a patient in the east corner of the room.
After Long Nannan spoke those words, Ye Feng had quietly unfolded his Power of Gratitude, closely monitoring each and every move of all the patients.
That woman had just moved her finger a bit.
What is she up to? Is she going to wake up on her own?
Ye Feng stayed silent, and although everyone was confused, no one spoke up. They all quietly watched the direction Ye Feng was looking, only to see Long Nannan's complexion quietly turning ugly.
Her cultivation level was actually much higher than Ye Feng's, and she had noticed it long ago.
Two minutes later, under the astonished gazes of everyone, the woman patient in the east corner of the room suddenly sat up straight.
"She's awake?" Shentu Mo asked, confused.
But sothing seed off because the patient, a woman with her hair tied back, had a very vacant look in her eyes, and the purple on her face had not faded at all.
"Sister Yu, what's going on here?" The only remaining girl among the three young n and won couldn't help but swallow hard.
This scene was rather terrifying. Not every woman possessed the sa kind of nerves and courage as Yu Feiyu.
"Don't be afraid!"
Honestly, even Yu Feiyu felt a bit frightened herself, considering the surrounding people all asleep.
But they were just regular people, right?
"Little Martial Uncle, no need to collect any more evidence, it's definitely it," sighed Long Nannan softly.
The world was about to change. As the disaster arrived, it also signified the birth of a new world.
Ye Feng nodded; he also had many questions, but he walked towards the woman who had gotten up, asking, "Do you want so water?"
Any patient lying down for a long ti would feel thirsty and parched.
Quiet!
The woman seed to have not heard a word, she didn't even glance at Ye Feng, but her nose twitched strangely as if she had slled so unbeatable delicacy. She pounced toward Ye Feng in one leap.
Lie down!
Ye Feng swiftly pressed down on the top of the woman's head, putting her back to bed.
Rip! Rip!
The group soon saw the woman, still struggling, frantically tearing everything she could get her hands on.
"Little Martial Uncle, people tainted with Ghost Qi will revert to 'ordinary people.' The best way to deal with them is to chop off their heads," said Long Nannan, her voice unnervingly calm for a young girl.
No one could have anticipated such a ghastly statent coming from a little girl, but at the mont, no one cared about that either. The surrounding patients were beginning to stir one after another.
What in the world was going on? Was this so mutation?
"Tie them all up and hurry," Ye Feng commanded at once.
No sooner had he spoken than he cut a sheet into strips with one hand and quickly tied the woman's hands and feet.
Turn into ordinary people?
No matter how crazy ordinary people beco, they are still ordinary in the end, and easier to manage.
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