Chapter 43: The Girl in White

  Thick medicinal aroma wafts through this small square.

  The old shopkeeper's loud voice caused the entire crowd to fall silent, with pairs of eyes carrying complex expressions falling on his steady figure.

  "It's the old master of Baiweidang! That young man is saved."

  A shout of excitement rose from the crowd, breaking the silence.

  Following closely behind were the familiar faces of the old shopkeepers, their voices filled with discussions.

  "Hong Lao actually took the stage himself, it seems that the young man's strange illness has piqued his interest. It is said that Hong Lao hasn't treated anyone else's illness for several years now."

  "The old master of Baiweidao is quite skilled in medicine. His reputation was very loud in our medicinal material market at the beginning!"

  "A great hermit hides in the city. The old owner of Ba Wei Tang is a legendary figure in the traditional Chinese medicine community, hiding in plain sight in this bustling metropolis!"

  "A salary of 200 million, it seems that Hong Lao has got it this time."

  "Are you delighted to see a hunt? I heard that great Chinese medicine masters all like to treat difficult and complicated diseases?"

  "Hong Zhanggui has been washing his hands in a golden basin for many years, but he couldn't bear it anymore."

  “……”

  Standing at the front of the crowd, Zhang Yi watched as the old shopkeeper walked towards the wooden stage, listening to the murmurs around him, and turned his head to look at Hou Tianfang, curiously asking: "Hou Lao, is his medical skills very impressive?"

  When Old Man Hou walked towards the wooden stage, a faint smile appeared on his aged face. Upon hearing Zhang Yi's inquiry, he said with a smile: "Old Hong's attainments in traditional Chinese medicine are very impressive. Although there is still a significant gap between him and those renowned national medical experts, within the hierarchy of the traditional Chinese medical community, he is worthy of being compared to a master physician of the Mingyijing realm."

  What is the hierarchy of traditional Chinese medicine?

  Zhang Yi's expression froze, and a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

  "Mr. Hou, can you tell me about this grading division?"

  Hou Tianfang smiled and said, "There are five levels of traditional Chinese medicine: medical apprentice, medical doctor, Mingyi, Guīyī, and Shényī. In our country, there are many medical apprentices and doctors, but those who can reach the level of Mingyi are extremely rare. As for those who have reached the level of Guīyī, they are even more scarce. And as for Shényī..."

  As for the divine doctor, he sighed twice and ultimately didn't continue speaking.

  Zhang Yi asked: "What's wrong with the divine doctor?"

  Hou Tianfang sighed and said, "Legend has it that there are four great divine doctors in the traditional Chinese medicine community. Their medical skills are exquisite, their abilities surpassing others. Even when compared to the ancient divine doctors Bian Que and Hua Tuo, they are not inferior. Unfortunately, twenty years ago, a huge incident caused the four great divine doctors to disappear without a trace. Even a group of people with extraordinary powers vanished into thin air."

  Twenty years?

  Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat as he suddenly thought of the misfortune his master had encountered twenty years ago, and how he had ended up in his hometown. And what about Hua Chengxiao, the notorious doctor who could snatch lives? Were they two of the four great divine doctors?

  Is he considered a strange and extraordinary person in Hou Tian's mouth?

  "Mr. Hou, do you know what really happened twenty years ago?" Zhang Yi asked in a low voice, leaning towards Hou Tianpeng.

  Hou Tianfang shook his head and said, "I don't know. Not to mention me, even several famous doctors in the Chinese medicine community are unclear about what exactly happened. Countless forces at home have been secretly investigating for years, but they can't find any clues."

  Zhang Yi let out a faint sigh in his heart:

  It seems that if you want to know the answer, unless Master himself tells you in person, there's no way to figure out what happened twenty years ago.

  His gaze turned to the old shopkeeper who had already climbed onto the wooden stage.

  Fat-headed and big-eared, but with a haggard face, Lei Dafu hastily approached the old shopkeeper, bowing respectfully and saying: "Sir, I'm begging you to help my son diagnose what's wrong with him. We've been to every major hospital in the country, and I've sought out many famous traditional Chinese medicine masters, but none of them have been able to do anything about my son's strange illness."

  The old shopkeeper's calm gaze swept over Lei Daifu's body, and he simply nodded quietly before walking to the folding bed.

  Looking at the young man lying flat, pale in complexion, with tightly closed eyes and furrowed eyebrows, as if still suffering from great pain even in a coma, the old shopkeeper reached out to feel his left wrist pulse while asking: "When did your son contract this strange illness? What are its symptoms?"

  "Six months ago, my son was fine, but suddenly he fell into a coma. Later on, he would sometimes wake up and sometimes fall back into a coma. As for the symptoms of his illness, except for not being able to eat on time, sometimes he would be in a coma for several days, and we could only sustain him with nutrient injections. There were no other symptoms."

  The old shopkeeper furrowed his brow, his eyes wandering over the young man's face as he quietly felt his pulse.

  Two minutes later.

  A wry smile appeared on the old shopkeeper's aged face, and in Lei Dafu's tense expression, he shook his head silently and said: "Strange, it's really too strange. His pulse is sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. I've never seen this kind of pulse before, so I can't diagnose the cause of his illness. Sorry..."

  Lei Da Fu's heart was as cold as ice and had already fallen into a deep valley.

  He turned and walked to the folding bed, his fat body couldn't squat down, so he knelt on the edge of the bed with both knees, grasping his son's thin hand in his palm.

  Looking at his son's tightly furrowed brow, as if he was enduring immense pain, tears began to well up in his eyes, the heart-wrenching feeling was like being pierced by a thousand arrows.

  If he could, he would rather bear this pain for his son and take on this strange illness.

  He lifted one hand to wipe the moist corners of his eyes, and his knees twisted a few times on the wooden platform. His face turned to the crowd below, shouting loudly: "Who can cure my son's illness? Who can cure it? I, Lei Dafu, have spent all my wealth, whoever can cure my son's illness, I will transfer all my family property worth hundreds of millions to his name! Please, please, who can come up and diagnose and treat my son?"

  Billions of family property?

  A commotion broke out among the people below.

  Everyone was shocked by his generosity.

  Billions of wealth! If they can get this billions of wealth, they probably don't have to work hard for money for the rest of their lives. Their future life will be absolutely filled with ease and splendor.

  Of course!

  They were also shocked by Leidaifu's paternal love, who spent all his family's wealth for the sake of his son, and his kind fatherly heart moved everyone.

  Suddenly.

  Behind the crowd in one direction, a burst of ** came over.

  A girl wearing a white long dress, with an angelic face, a devilish figure, and a holy aura that makes people want to worship her, walked into the passage where the surrounding crowd parted ways.

  She didn't smile, but everyone thought the satisfied smile was on her absolutely beautiful face; Her beautiful eyes, like stars, also brought a misconception to all the people in front of her, that is, her gaze was looking at herself.

  The entire scene fell silent.

  Regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, everyone stared blankly at her, savoring the delightful and pleasant feeling.

  "Let me take a look!"

  Like a heavenly music, a beautiful voice came out of her rose-petal-like red lips.

  Vitality?

  Zhang Yi was also looking at the girl, and he was equally attracted to her. However, when the girl was only about ten meters away from him, Zhang Yi's body trembled, his eyes suddenly cleared up, and an idea involuntarily emerged in his heart.

  Yes!

  He felt an intense vitality from this girl.

  In his lower abdomen, the vital energy spring seemed to have received a mysterious stimulation. A strong deep green light burst out from the spring eye, and the vital energy liquid also surged into his meridians beyond Zhang Yi's control, starting to frantically circulate along the route of the "Rejuvenation Key".

  The girl in white seemed to have sensed something too, and when she was still three or four meters away from Zhang Yi, she suddenly stopped in her tracks. Her beautiful eyes sized up Zhang Yi from head to toe twice before giving him a captivating smile, nodding slightly, then withdrawing her gaze and walking towards the wooden stage.

  She is...

  Are you with me?

  Zhang Yi quickly controlled the vital energy in his meridians, letting them rapidly return to his dantian, a hint of confusion flashing across his eyes.

  If there was someone else who quickly came to his senses from the girl's beauty, aside from Zhang Yi, it would undoubtedly be Lei Da Fu, who was worried about his son's safety.

  As he watched the girl in white dress walk onto the wooden stage, he crawled up from the bedside and said with a face full of pleading: "Miss, you don't look like an ordinary person. Please, please save my son. If you can cure my son's strange illness, I'll give you all my family property."

  The girl in white skirt just smiled faintly at him, then walked lightly to the bedside, squatted down, and her slender white fingers rested on the boy's wrist.

  Time is ticking away drop by drop.

  The people below did not make a single sound, they didn't even dare to breathe heavily, staring at the white-robed woman taking the pulse on the wooden platform, afraid that if they breathed too hard, they would startle her.

  Lei Da Fu's face was tense as he leaned against the edge of the bed on the other side, his heart full of anticipation.

  His wife died in a car accident several years ago. Except for an elderly mother who has passed the age of sixty, there is only this son left at home.

  He did not remarry after his wife's death, and his focus in life was entirely on his career and son. Originally, he thought that under his careful care, his son would grow up healthy and strong, take over his position, and become a promising person in the future.

  Heaven does not conform to human desires.

  He even thought that if his son was gone too, what would be the point of him living? After a hundred years, he should go down to find his wife and children, find his parents, which should be the happiest thing.

  A few minutes later.

  The girl in white stood up and shook her head, saying: "I can diagnose the problem with his illness, but I have no way to treat it. However..."

  Lei Da Fu's heart surged with a burst of wild joy, and he hastily asked: "What is it? You said I'll agree to anything!"

  The girl in white skirt smiled lightly, and suddenly she was like a hundred flowers blooming at the same time, making everyone's eyes light up.

  "But there is someone here who can cure your son, it's him..."

  As she spoke, her slender white jade hand pointed at Zhang Yi under the wooden stage.