Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Chapter 1636: Chapter 1635: Rising Fame

Ye Wenjun stepped outside.

In just this short moment, a few more patients appeared? From their clothing, it was clear they were very poor. The Divine Race loves gold, but they didn’t have any gold accessories on them.

This indicated that the effects of free treatment had shown.

No matter when. The words "free" always carry enormous power.

"Sorry, our Master Fang is treating a patient right now. Please wait a moment."

Inside the room.

Fang Yu infused the entire Energy Mantra into the terminally ill middle-aged man.

At the same time, those Energy Mantras acted like golden needles, piercing through all the meridians.

Then, they expelled the viruses one by one.

Repetitively, over and over again.

As for those in the bone marrow,

there was only one method—smash the whole bone and remove it.

Then find a healthy corresponding bone and regenerate it using his Primordial Qi’s unique attributes.

The entire process lasted about an hour.

Fang Yu’s treatment concluded.

If this were an ordinary surgery on Earth, the speed would be unimaginable. After all, surgeries often last four or five hours, even half a day is common. But it only took Fang Yu an hour to complete the treatment.

Then he woke the terminally ill middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes.

When he recognized his surroundings, he realized he was being treated.

Then he touched his body and his head.

After becoming fully conscious.

He asked, "Am I cured?"

"Wishful thinking, I only removed your lesions. To fully recover, you’ll need to rest well. Pay more attention to rest, and you’ll be fully healed in half a year."

Upon hearing this,

the middle-aged man widened his eyes in disbelief.

How could this be?

"Master Fang, are you not lying to me?"

In these 2,000 years, he consulted countless doctors for treatment. Being denied and sentenced numerous times made him numb.

He also felt his end was near.

The feeling of terminal illness tortured him intensely.

To be suddenly told he’d recover in half a year was like receiving a beacon in the darkness, completely illuminating his future hopes.

How could he not be excited or happy?

"Why would I lie to you? After all, you ascended here from another Order Planet, indicating you have some cultivation. The virus in your body hasn’t acted for too long, blocking your Primordial Qi. Now try to mobilize it a little and see."

The man, following Fang Yu’s instructions, began to mobilize the hidden Primordial Qi within his body.

Over the years, he never mobilized his Primordial Qi as he relied on it to survive. Primordial Qi is akin to the source of life, and excessive depletion would lead to premature death.

He also couldn’t absorb new energy. Over time, this vicious cycle led to his terminally ill state today.

A few moments passed.

The middle-aged man, unfamiliar due to not using Primordial Qi for so long,

fortunately, didn’t forget this deep-rooted cultivation method.

After three or four tries, he suddenly felt an energy surge through his meridians.

This energy, like a blazing fire, ignited all his hopes.

This meant his meridians were cleared.

This meant he could absorb new energy.

He also felt that the lesion in his body had indeed mostly disappeared.

Primordial Qi could provide acute perception.

He was very clear about his judgment.

Today, his eyes widened, full of disbelief, with waves storming in his heart.

How could this be?

An illness sentenced to death by countless doctors was cured like this?

This is more terrifying than the Supreme God’s methods.

"Master Fang..."

His voice clearly got a bit excited, becoming incoherent, but it was evident he was grateful.

"All right, take this money and buy some nutritional supplements. Find a nice hotel. Stay for two days, and when your Primordial Qi recovers, you can work and earn money yourself."

Fang Yu handed him some gold.

The middle-aged man immediately became teary-eyed.

Over many past years, he endured countless disdainful looks and sarcasm, with his family broken and scattered, relatives and friends all leaving him. Almost no one offered a helping hand in his difficulty. In times of crisis, everyone flies away.

He deeply understood this truth.

Coming here today was to try his luck and also to test this so-called Master Fang.

But to his surprise,

not only did they cure his illness, but they also gave him money.

Where in the world is there such a doctor?

Almost instinctively,

the middle-aged man knelt down with a thud.

Words couldn’t express his feelings.

He kowtowed three times devoutly to Fang Yu.

Then without a word, wiped his tears, and left the clinic.

Fang Yu suddenly sighed.

It seems that earning money does not provide as much fulfillment as this sense of achievement.

He, too, was only pursuing his own goals.

But after truly offering free treatment to this person,

it seems the feeling isn’t bad.

Ye Wenjun saw the man leave, and after he left, was not surprised.

Instead, he let the other patients in.

...

The middle-aged man

holding some gold,

returned to the slum.

That day, he did not rest. Stayed awake all night.

It wasn’t until the next morning

that someone appeared beside him.

"How did it go?"

"Manager Wang, I’m sorry, the task failed," said the middle-aged man.

"What do you mean by ’failed’?"

"Failed means failed, Manager Wang. It’s better for you to find someone more capable for this matter. I won’t take any of your reward. But from now on, I will not get involved in any matter related to Master Fang."

Hearing this, Manager Wang was a bit surprised.

Then showed a mocking smile.

"For a mere garbage beggar like you to say such words? Truly overestimating yourself. How much did that Master Fang give you to buy you off?"

"Say what you like."

"No matter what, you can’t change your status as a beggar. Trash is always trash. I sought your help because I thought highly of you, believing that even trash can have its worth, but you are even worse than trash. How dare you leap before me?"

The middle-aged man remained silent. He seemed to have anticipated Manager Wang’s anger.

Fulfilling his commitment to make things difficult for Master Fang but failing was expected to invoke some anger.

"And that Master Fang, like a piece of trash, what Love Potion did he pour into you?"

Just as these words were finished, the middle-aged man suddenly turned around, glaring at Manager Wang.

"You can insult me, but you cannot insult Master Fang. Otherwise, I’ll fight you to the death!"