Chapter Forty-Four: Recovery from Illness

  The white-dressed girl, like an ice and snow fairy, pointed at Zhang Yi. At that moment, everyone's gaze around her fell on Zhang Yi. Even Gu Xin Yue, Hou Tian Fang, Zhong Hai Tao, and the old shopkeeper beside Zhang Yi looked at him with a strange expression in their eyes.

  Lei Da Fu on the wooden stage, in addition to the excited look in his eyes, there was also a hint of doubt. Just now he trusted the white-robed girl because she gave him a strange feeling that made him involuntarily think this girl was trustworthy. But the young man below the stage was really too young.

  So many masters of traditional Chinese medicine can't even cure their own sons' illnesses, how can he?

  He looked at Gu Xinyue with a suspicious gaze, then turned to Zhang Yi and said, "Young brother, I'll trouble you to treat my son. If you can cure him, the hundreds of millions of family assets will be yours. Whatever else you want me to do, I'll agree."

  The sudden change of events left Zhang Yi at a loss for what to do.

  Facing everyone's gaze, Zhang Yi's eyes fell on the white-dressed girl with a faint smile, and he asked: "How did you know I could cure the patient's strange illness? I haven't even diagnosed him yet."

  The girl in white smiled and said, "Let's have a private chat, you'll understand."

  Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying, "Where are we going?"

  "Come with me!"

  The girl in white walked down the wooden stage, made her way through the crowd who parted to make a path for her, and led Zhang Yi to a quiet street corner nearby.

  "Can it be said now?" Zhang Yi's tone was tinged with a few points of dissatisfaction.

  The girl in white smiled lightly and said: "If I'm not mistaken, you can feel the breath of life on me, right?"

  Zhang Yi's expression changed slightly, with a hint of wariness in his eyes. He nodded and said, "That's right, I can feel it."

  The white-robed girl smiled and said, "I can also feel the vital energy on your body, even stronger than mine. So I guess you must be a martial artist of ancient times, and the true energy you cultivate must contain vitality. This is also why I said that you can cure that patient."

  Zhang Yi said silently: "Are you also a practitioner of ancient martial arts?"

  The girl in white skirt smiled and nodded:

  "I am a practitioner of ancient martial arts and also have some knowledge of medicine. The young man's strange illness is called 'lost soul'. He has experienced severe shock, causing his soul to become unstable and the blood in his body to flow backwards for a short time. Humans have three souls and seven spirits: the three souls are heaven, earth, and life; the seven spirits are heavenly collision, spiritual wisdom, energy, strength, central pivot, essence, and honor. Now, his soul is no longer in its place, but it is also trapped within his physical body. You can only calm his soul by injecting the vital energy from your own body into his, allowing his soul to return to its rightful place."

  Zhang Yi's expression changed, and he asked: "You are also a practitioner of ancient martial arts, you have vitality in your body, why don't you go treat him?"

  "I believe that the will of heaven has told me that if I intervene to save you, I will suffer a bloody disaster in the future," said the girl in white.

  Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he angrily said: "You can see through the heavenly machine? What kind of joke is this? This is the 21st century, don't be superstitious and deceive people."

  The girl in white didn't respond to Zhang Yi's words, but instead turned around and walked step by step into the sparsely populated streets, seemingly wanting to leave this medicinal material market.

  "You..."

  Zhang Yi spat out a single word, and what he wanted to say was stuck in his throat.

  Watching the white-dressed girl leave, his eyes were wide with astonishment and filled with a look of horror.

  Because he clearly saw that the white skirt girl's feet were not stepping on the ground, she stepped away step by step, and her soles were again a few inches high in the void.

  Suddenly!

  He recalled what had happened in the courtyard of Old Wang's tavern.

  Hao Cheng Xiao, the demonic doctor, used silver needles to pierce through the shoulders of several young thugs, then lifted them up with the silver thread, effortlessly raising and throwing them to the ground repeatedly.

  That scene was a miracle for Zhang Yi.

  And this scene in front of him was also a miracle.

  "In this world, there are absolutely things I don't understand. Hao Cheng Xiao is one of them, and that white-dressed girl is another." Zhang Yi thought to himself.

  "What's your name?" Zhang Yi shouted loudly as he watched the white-dressed girl's back view that was about to disappear.

  A faint sound seemed to be floating around Zhang Yi's ears:

  "Meng Xian Er..."

  Zhang Yi withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the square, but in his heart, he deeply remembered this name. He believed that sooner or later, they would meet again.

  Under the gaze of the crowd, Zhang Yi returned to the wooden stage.

  "Little brother, can...can you cure my son?" Lei Da Fu asked in a trembling voice.

  Zhang Yi walked over to the folding bed and grabbed the boy's wrist, saying: "I haven't made a diagnosis yet, so it's not clear for now."

  After finishing speaking, he quietly felt the boy's pulse.

  Half a minute later, his eyebrows furrowed, the boy's pulse was the same as what the old shopkeeper had said before, sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

  Controlling the vital energy, slowly injecting it into the young man's body, Zhang Yi silently sensed his condition.

  Time is passing away bit by bit.

  The crowd surrounding him, some of whom were also getting impatient, whispered among themselves:

  "Is he really going to take his pulse or what? He's been doing it for over ten minutes and still hasn't made a sound. Is that beautiful woman kidding me?"

  "Many veteran Chinese doctors can't even cure the illness of young people, how could this young man possibly do a good job? Moreover, I have never heard that taking pulse can be done in just over ten minutes."

  "What about the goddess? Didn't she say what illness the patient had? Why did this young man come back?"

  "Alas, young people want to show off, but don't consider the timing."

  "It's hanging in the air!"

  “……”

  At the front of the crowd, Hou Tianfang turned his head to look at the old shopkeeper beside him, with a hint of surprise and asked: "Old Hong, do you think Zhang Yi can cure this young man's illness? Why did he take so long to feel his pulse?"

  Gu Xinyue and Zhong Haitao both moved slightly, also turning their heads to look at the old shopkeeper.

  The old shopkeeper smiled bitterly and said, "It's hard to say! Zhang Yi is a Chinese medicine doctor, this is undeniable, because he can dig up so many precious medicinal materials in the stall area. This kind of eyesight and judgment are very powerful. To be honest, compared to him, I'm afraid I'm slightly inferior. What I want to know most now is who his teacher is."

  Hou Tianfang's expression changed as he asked in surprise: "Are you saying that he might be able to cure the young man's strange illness?"

  The old shopkeeper smiled faintly and said: "You can't judge a person by appearance, nor can you measure the sea with a dipper. It's hard to predict what will happen in life!"

  An old horse knows the way, an old man knows the world.

  Gu Xinyue and Zhong Haitao were both secretly shocked by the old shopkeeper's words.

  To know that the young man's strange illness was something that none of the major hospitals across the country could treat, and even many Chinese medicine masters were at a loss for what to do. Could Zhang Yi really cure it?

  If he can cure it, then his medical skills have reached what level?

  Lei Dafu's face was tense, with big drops of sweat rolling down his forehead and falling onto his cheeks, but he seemed to be unaware of it, his eyes fixed on Zhang Yi's hand grasping his son's wrist.

  Suddenly!

  His eyes locked into a stare, and his body involuntarily trembled for a moment.

  He quickly raised his arm and rubbed his eyes with force, exclaiming in a trembling voice: "It moved, my son's fingers moved."

  As if he had thought of something, he rushed to the head of the folding bed. When his eyes fell on his son's pale face, he found that his eyelashes trembled a few times and his eyelids slowly opened.

  "Are you awake?"

  Zhang Yi turned his head and looked at the boy who had opened his eyes. He secretly let out a sigh of relief in his heart, then loosened his grip on the boy's wrist.

  "Son, are you awake? That's great! Do you know that you've been sleeping for four days?" Lei Da Fu exclaimed with excitement, grabbing his son's hand.

  "Dad, I'm hungry."

  The boy squeezed out a faint smile, and the hand that Zhang Yi had loosened reached towards his own belly.

  Hungry?

  Lei Da Fu's face lit up with joy, this was the first time in eight months that his son had said he was hungry.

  "Big Tiger, Second Tiger, hurry up and go buy some food, get more of it, go quickly!" Lei Da Fu shouted loudly at the two young men under the wooden stage.

  "Good..."

  Two young men also showed a look of surprise on their faces, forcing their way out of the crowd and running towards the distance.

  Lei Da Fu looked at his son and asked excitedly: "Son, how are you feeling now? Do you still want to sleep?"

  The young man struggled free from Lei Da Fu's grasp, propped himself up with both hands on the bed frame, and sat up with difficulty. He then threw off the quilt covering his body, and made a great effort to sit on the edge of the bed, his feet dangling in the air.

  "Dad, it's so strange. I feel like I have more energy than before, but I slept for too long and my body feels a bit stiff." The young man smiled slightly as he looked at Lei Daifu.

  Lei Da Fu's eyes revealed an unbelievable expression as he turned to look at Zhang Yi, his face filled with gratitude, and said: "Little brother, was it you who did this?"

  Zhang Yi nodded and said, "In the medical community, there is a treatment called 'pulse diagnosis'. I used pulse diagnosis to cure him. Your son will be fine from now on, but I have a few words that need to be discussed with you in private."

  Nothing will happen, right?

  Lei Da Fu's eyes revealed an incredulous expression, and he asked in a trembling voice: "You... are you saying that my son will no longer fall into inexplicable comas from now on?"

  "Not bad."

  "Whoosh..."

  Lei Da Fu knelt down in front of Zhang Yi, his emotions overwhelming him as tears streamed down his face once again. He kowtowed three times before standing up and said gratefully: "Young brother, you are the savior of my son and our entire family. I, Lei Da Fu, am a man of my word. I will transfer all of my hundreds of millions in assets to your account."

  As Lei Da Fu's voice fell, the crowd of onlookers below erupted into another **.

  The vast majority of people looked at Zhang Yi with envy, but among them, there were also some who were convinced by Zhang Yi's medical skills.

  Zhang Yi smiled faintly and shook his head, saying: "I don't want your tens of billions in assets, I only want that 200 million yuan reward."