Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Chapter 1635: Chapter 1634: Healing the Sick and Saving Lives with Skill

This remark is clearly meant to provoke.

Fang Yu smiled slightly, his gaze falling on that person.

"You’ve got quite a good memory. But you only remember the bad things, can you recall the ones I’ve healed? The Cui family’s precious Miss Cui Wen was treated by me, and the Liu family’s eldest lady was also cured by me. When Mr. Liu hosted guests, I demonstrated my abilities and medical skills, gaining everyone’s approval. Why don’t you mention these things?"

The person was taken aback.

Fang Yu’s eloquence was unexpected.

Fang Yu continued, "And about Mrs. Wang’s passing, it was actually because she refused my treatment. Many people in the East District know about this. If you’re ignorant, maybe you should inquire before speaking."

"You." The person was quite upset.

"Seeing is believing. I’ll diagnose you for free. Your discomfort when walking, pale complexion, dark circles under your eyes, and a sullen expression suggest you’re not well. Young man, having eaten rice for a couple of years doesn’t mean you’re a master of intrigue. You’re still far off. Go back and improve your kidneys, stop indulging in women. Be careful, the nightly discomfort in your kidneys might torment you to death!"

Upon hearing this.

The person initially changed facial color but inside, a storm was brewing.

Diagnosing illness from appearance alone? How is that possible?

However, such things are often embarrassing to discuss openly. After all, domestic shame should not be spread.

He could only refuse over and over verbally.

"Ridiculous, I’m perfectly fine!"

The crowd around started laughing loudly.

His complexion suggested kidney deficiency; anyone with some insight could see that.

They are cultivators, familiar with the cultivation path, adept at self-repair for bodily meridians, facial complexion, and general injuries.

Ordinary ailments don’t require a doctor.

So his reaction was merely denying the undeniable.

Seeing everyone laugh at him, he couldn’t handle it. Furious, he ran off.

Fang Yu immediately felt the world become quiet.

"Starting now, free treatments. Such chances won’t be here tomorrow because then I’ll start charging. Remember, there isn’t a single disease I can’t cure in this world."

With these words, he turned and walked inside.

The crowd was in uproar.

The activity continued.

Anyone who is high-profile and loves boasting generally isn’t popular.

But it was at this moment that an elderly middle-aged man, clutching his chest with a pained expression, walked over.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you seriously seeking treatment from such a boaster?"

"I... I don’t have money."

"No money?"

This garnered disdain, as with no money, one can’t seek a doctor anywhere.

Had thought of referring him to the Doctor Association. No money truly put his life at risk.

The young person didn’t persuade him further.

"Go ahead, anyway it’s free. But remember what the saying goes: cheap things aren’t good, think it through."

The middle-aged man was determined to try anything out of desperation.

His illness had tormented him for years.

Separated from family.

No money, almost no life left, let alone discussions of family, career, wealth.

The disease was like a bottomless pit, it already tormented him to unbearable pain.

The middle-aged man stepped into the clinic.

"Doctor, sir, I... want treatment."

Hearing this, Fang Yu turned around.

Seeing the middle-aged man’s extremely pained expression at the door made Fang Yu slightly surprised.

This was indeed challenging, the first patient being this severely ill, a struggle on the brink of death.

His illness was truly harsh, special, and due to its severity, couldn’t be diagnosed immediately.

"Sit down, extend your hand."

"Ah?"

"I’m performing pulse diagnosis. I need to check your pulse to understand your physical condition."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was surprised: "Pulse diagnosis, that is an ancient diagnostic method, never thought you’d know it, sir."

"Why, don’t doctors at the Doctor Association know?" Fang Yu smiled slightly.

"Nowadays there are tools, with computers, x-rays, checking internal conditions directly, who still uses pulse diagnosis?"

Indeed.

This is consistent with Earth’s medical practice.

On Earth, as medical science developed, traditional Chinese medicine fell behind Western medicine.

Eventually, doctors simply asked patients about symptoms instead of diagnosing through examinations themselves, making being a doctor simpler. Once a diagnosis is provided, medication is given directly.

Previously, that wasn’t the case.

People didn’t know their own illnesses, an experienced doctor was needed to diagnose through the pulse before prescribing.

However,

this middle-aged man didn’t expect that on such an advanced main planet, there would be this kind of doctor.

Moments later.

Fang Yu completed the diagnosis.

"Did you come from another secondary planet?"

"How do you know?"

"The toxins in your body aren’t from the main planet. They wouldn’t be contagious, otherwise, you’d have been expelled long ago. As far as I know, there’s a parasitic worm virus on the sixth Order Planet."

"You can see all this?" The middle-aged man widened his eyes, full of disbelief.

"What’s the big deal? Diagnosing symptoms is no great feat. You’ve been sick for a long time, at least 2000 years. In that time, you must have seen many doctors, surely some could see the cause, but weren’t able to cure you," Fang Yu said.

"Yes. In 2000 years, I struggled up from an Order Planet, only to be ruined by this illness, depleting my family’s fortune, separated from my wife. Now I live in slums, scavenging for survival. Normally, I can’t afford treatment. Today, I happened to pass by, decided to gamble and see, didn’t expect Master Fang to be so skilled!"

"You’ve found the right person for this illness. No one else could cure you."

"Master Fang, you really can cure me?"

"Of course, my slogan is there’s no illness I can’t cure. Come, lie down!"

Fang Yu pointed to the bed on the side.

Despite being a small clinic, it still had a temporary bed.

The middle-aged man gazed at it dully.

He followed Fang Yu’s instructions and lay down.

At this moment, Fang Yu raised his hand.

"You’ll lose consciousness shortly, when you wake up, you will feel better."

"Master Fang, go ahead."

At that moment.

An energy mantra entered his mind.

Soon, the middle-aged man passed out, losing consciousness.

Ye Wenjun, standing nearby, commented: "This person’s condition looks severe, seems to have penetrated the bone marrow, treating it might not be easy."

"You’re right. This person is indeed critically ill, probably given up by many doctors. But precisely such conditions give a challenge. You just watch, don’t let other patients in."

"Okay."