748: Chapter 748: Promoted to dical Saint!
748: Chapter 748: Promoted to dical Saint!
“Uncle Seven ans…” Everyone looked at Uncle Seven with confusion and asked.
Uncle Seven sighed and said, “Actually, I had this idea before, and after Wuyi left, this idea grew even stronger.
What are we actually fighting to the death in the secular world for?
Is it just so we can enter the ancestral family and then obtain a promotion in martial arts?”
“Uncle Seven, isn’t that exactly why we’re doing this?” A middle-aged man said.
“Look at you and .
I’m already a dying man, and you are already halfway to the grave.
I’m just wondering if our lives are worth it?” Uncle Seven murmured.
The young man looked at Uncle Seven, sighed, and said, “Aren’t we here to serve the ancestral family and then enter it?
It’s our destiny!”
Uncle Seven turned around and looked deeply at the young man, then pulled out his phone, and after the call connected, Uncle Seven said respectfully:
“Second Master, things have ssed up.
Qin Wuyi was completely defeated, and it seems he might be crippled.”
“Qin Han intervened?” A steady voice ca from the other end of the phone.
Uncle Seven shook his head and said, “No, Qin Wuyi just left.
It seems his confidence was shattered.”
“Useless waste!
You guys don’t need to deal with this anymore.”
After speaking, the call was abruptly hung up with a ‘clack’.
Uncle Seven held the phone with a bitter smile, turned back, and said, “It seems Second Master is angry.”
“Uncle Seven, what should we do?” Everyone looked at Uncle Seven and asked.
“I don’t know.” Uncle Seven murmured.
…
Central State, Tian Zi Number One.
Qin Han was still sitting alone in his study, looking at the dicinal manual, only this ti there were so small dicine bottles of various colors placed beside him, and a dicine cauldron sat on the desk with flas kindling inside it.
Following the prescription from the drug store, Qin Han placed each type of dicinal material into the cauldron, looking sowhat solemn.
“I hope this ti it will succeed!” Qin Han murmured.
This was already the third batch of elixirs Qin Han was concocting tonight, and the previous two batches had failed.
Faint fragrance of dicine started emanating from the cauldron, but Qin Han’s expression beca even more solemn.
“Success or failure will depend on this mont.”
As the cauldron gradually stabilized, a hint of a smile appeared on Qin Han’s face.
Opening the lid of the cauldron, three sparkling white pills lay quietly inside.
“Though not many, at least there’s so successful experience,” Qin Han said with a smile, talking to himself.
Just as Qin Han finished speaking, he felt sothing loosen inside his body.
After checking the changes around his body, Qin Han said to himself, “My martial realm hasn’t changed.”
The next second, Qin Han suddenly said, “Could it be the dical Path?”
Moving Qi of Qing Huang to his hands, Qin Han discovered that the previously blue Qi of Qing Huang had now turned into a rich, bright blue.
The realm of his dical skills had actually reached the realm of a dical Sage!
He then took the pills from the cauldron and left the study, only to arrive at Jiang Qing’s room.
Gently knocking on the door, Qin Han said, “Mother, are you asleep?”
“Not yet?” Jiang Qing opened the door, looking at Qin Han with a smile, “Han’er, is sothing the matter this late?”
Jiang Qing let Qin Han into the room.
After entering the room, Qin Han handed the small dicine bottle to Jiang Qing, excitedly saying, “Mother, this pill can relieve the pain caused by your Triple Yin ridian disorder.
Next ti it acts up, you can take one.”
“Because I’m still not very proficient, I can only make three pills.”
Jiang Qing looked at the porcelain bottle in her hand, her face showing a trace of distress, “Have you been in the study until now, making the elixir for mother?”
“Yes, the Divine Farr’s Almanac recorded a prescription for treating ‘extre pulse’, but there’s also one for relieving the pain it causes.
I tried it today, and it actually worked!” Qin Han said with a smile.
“Han’er, didn’t I tell you, don’t put so much pressure on yourself about my illness,” Jiang Qing said, looking at Qin Han with pity.
Qin Han shook his head and said, “Mother, I’m not under much pressure, I’m doing this also for cultivating the path of healing, right?”
“By the way, mother, my dical skills have advanced, see?”
As he spoke, Qin Han once again directed the Qi Huang energy to his palm, and a bright cyan color appeared in his hand.
Jiang Qing, who had already known about the Qi Huang energy corresponding to the doctor’s rank from Qin Han, said with a face full of surprise:
“Han’er, have you advanced to the realm of a dical Saint?”
Qin Han smiled and nodded.
Jiang Qing, looking at Qin Han with a face full of relief, said, “Han’er, do you know how high your achievent is?
In all of Dragon Country, there has been only one dical Saint in nearly a hundred years, and he has already passed away.
You are now the only dical Saint in Dragon Country!”
Qin Han smiled and said, “What of it?
As long as I can treat patients, that’s good enough.”
Jiang Qing nodded and said, “Right, my son, this mindset of yours is praiseworthy.”
After talking with Jiang Qing for a while, Qin Han returned to his room, where Song Yuwei had already fallen asleep.
Qin Han tiptoed into bed and embraced Song Yuwei…
The next day, Qin Han went to the clinic and saw Wang Pingchuan already sitting in the clinic’s main hall before he even entered.
After entering the clinic, Qin Han looked at Wang Pingchuan questioningly and said, “What are you doing here so early?”
“Scrounging a al!” Wang Pingchuan said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Qin Han, sowhat speechless, said, “You, of all people, need to scrounge for food at my place?”
“It’s not fair!” Wang Pingchuan said, looking resentfully at Qin Han.
Upon hearing Wang Pingchuan’s words, Qin Han laughed.
“All this fuss over two jade pendants, is it necessary?”
“Necessary!” Wang Pingchuan retorted, giving Qin Han a glare and then looking at him in surprise, “It seems like you’ve had a breakthrough?”
“Hmm, a bit of an improvent,” Qin Han said indifferently.
Then, paying no more attention to Wang Pingchuan, Qin Han sat down at the consultation desk to start arranging the desk and preparing so work with Golden Needles.
There weren’t many patients at the clinic today, many of them were already regulars of the clinic.
Upon seeing Qin Han, they all nodded kindly.
Zhang Henian, Wang Bozhi, and Cao Yuan, who had followed Qin Han for over half a year, had significantly improved their dical skills, so they could treat so ailnts that weren’t too complicated.
Thus, the patients no longer had to receive treatnt from Qin Han as was previously obligatory.
However, Qin Han still treated each patient with diligence, whether they had mild symptoms or complicated conditions.
Being a person in two lives, this had always been sothing Qin Han insisted on.
“Due to the long duration of your illness, a single session of acupuncture might not be very effective.
Take the dication for a week, then co back to the clinic, and I will perform a second session of acupuncture for you,” Qin Han said, while he disinfected the Golden Needles taken from the patient and placed them in an alcohol box.
He then wrote a prescription and handed it to the patient.
Just as the patient was about to express thanks, a sorrowful voice ca from outside.
“Doctor Qin, help!”
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