Chaotic World Book
Chapter 408 - 398: You Are No Match for Me

Chapter 408: Chapter 398: You Are No Match for Me

Analyzing the situation, it seemed that Wang Daozhong’s intention might not solely be about Cai Wenque.

Outwardly, he brought his renowned physicians over, but it was improbable that he genuinely hoped his family’s physicians could cure Yang Jingxiu. Over the past few days, he might have bribed all the visiting physicians, ensuring that no matter who succeeded, the favor would ultimately be his.

Moreover, the favor was indeed his, as the Wang Family’s Sea Suppressing Sword was also likely problematic. They had researched and shared their findings with these physicians, so whoever came up with a solution would simply have to credit "Mr. Daozhong’s guidance," and old Yang would have to acknowledge the enormous favor.

However, what he was doing was quite despicable.

Yang Jingxiu did not want others to know that there was an issue with his family’s sword, hence he pretended to be sick to test which doctor’s words were the most reliable before officially asking them to treat the sword discreetly. But Wang Daozhong’s approach had essentially exposed Yang Jingxiu, turning it into a widely known secret...

These physicians were only pretending to examine Yang Jingxiu’s illness, when in their hearts, they probably knew they were investigating the Sword Spirit.

Obviously, the renowned physicians wanted to uphold a reputation of high professional standards and most would not speak out. As long as everyone kept silent, Yang Jingxiu wouldn’t realize his act had been in vain.

No wonder Wang Daozhong saw Zhao Changhe, who had only studied medicine briefly, as a formidable opponent, for he was the only uncontrollable element present...

But Tang Wanzhuang thought otherwise and soon rejected her own judgment... things were not that simple.

The Yang Family might have seemed in decline, reflected only in their failure to make it to the Heavenly List while their underlying power remained undiminished, possibly weakening in the future, but not yet. Facing an Aristocratic Family of the same tier as the Wang Family, wasn’t this scheme somewhat laughable? What if a doctor, fearing to deceive the Yang Family, had already privately disclosed everything?

If so, before Wang Daozhong’s plan could even start, he would have deeply offended old Yang, resulting in no gratitude – which shouldn’t be the case.

It wasn’t plausible to bribe all the prominent physicians extensively... But if focusing solely on Cai Wenque, isn’t the plot too narrow? Would it be meaningless if Cai Wenque couldn’t cure it? Unless the Wang Family was absolutely confident in a cure... But why not earn the favor directly, instead of involving Cai Wenque?

The only possibility was that the guaranteed cure was not a favorable solution. The Wang Family was using Cai Wenque so that they could disassociate themselves from any complications.

This conjecture should be accurate...

While Tang Wanzhuang was pondering, Zhao Changhe had already pretended to take the pulse and then glanced at Wang Daozhong: "Since Mr. Wang believes it shouldn’t be said openly, it should be privately communicated to senior Yang, so I will speak privately."

Wang Daozhong: "..."

Yang Jingxiu blandly stated, "No need, just say it directly."

As if you could reveal something significant, I don’t believe you could uncover the matter with the sword...

Zhao Changhe said, "Senior, your ailment is due to dual factors: one is the Divine Soul’s weariness of the flesh, believing its actions do not align with expectations, thus contemplating retreat, somewhat like a split personality, two personas..."

A burst of laughter arose from around: "Master Zhao has only studied medicine for a few days? Please stop the nonsensical talk."

How could anyone deduce Yang Jingxiu had amnesia when he looked perfectly lucid and well-composed?

Yet Yang Jingxiu himself was sweating coldly: "Master Zhao, please take a seat and listen to other physicians’ opinions."

Was revealing that there was a problem with the sword worse, or broadcasting that Yang Jingxiu was mentally ill worse?

Hell, this young man who had barely studied medicine for a few days could indeed identify the issue... This son-in-law hasn’t even married into the Cui Family yet; surely they wouldn’t have disclosed the matter of the Qinghe Sword to him? Was it truly divine medical insight?

Zhao Changhe didn’t care and sat drinking among the laughter of the physicians.

Yang Jingxiu watched his demeanor, silent for a moment, then sighed. Such composure, this young man was promising indeed...

Initially, he also wasn’t keen on Zhao Changhe getting involved in this matter, especially since someone had secretly manipulated the Sword Spirit into trouble, and that person was most likely his father.

Who could let someone’s son solve the problem without any reservations? What if he made matters worse, how could one even argue?

But Zhao Changhe himself was really impressive...

As he observed Zhao Changhe, Zhao Changhe was also observing him. Watching one physician after another come forward to diagnose, he inwardly sighed. The grandeur of a top Aristocratic Family was just immense; essentially, even he rushed here to treat someone, convincing himself it was for the good of the people... Such a powerful rationale once found, could justify anything.

In fact, he preferred the words of Miss Huangfu Qing: "If it could be controlled..."

That was the key.

Did you really think I was eagerly presenting myself for your treatment, only to be pickily judged? Who do you think you are?

Zhao Changhe glanced at Wang Daozhong, who was seriously observing his Wang Family doctor diagnose Yang Jingxiu, eyes not straying.

If the Wang Family had resolved the issue with the Sword Spirit themselves, would they really have selflessly offered to help the Yang Family with their treatment, or would they have wanted to leverage it?

However, from the performance of the dozen or so doctors present, it was clear that the world of medical practice truly had little insight into the Divine Soul. They spoke only nonsense; most even claimed Yang Jingxiu was not ill, leaving old Yang very disappointed.

Medicine and Martial Arts are closely related. It was normal that, without reaching the level of the Divine Soul in Martial Arts, Medicine could not break through this threshold. Perhaps only Cai Wenque, who ranked in the Earth List, had delved deeply into this matter.

But even the Earth List might not be enough. Perhaps only the level of the Heavenly List, coupled with a profound understanding of Medicine, might stand a chance. Unfortunately, no one on this era’s Heavenly List studied medicine. They might understand the human body better than doctors, but realistically speaking, there was still a gap in their learning of medical theories and pharmacology.

Therefore, expecting these famous doctors to be useful was needless to say. Predictably, they had all kinds of bizarre opinions, culminating in a heated argument similar to what he had witnessed previously in Xiangyang...

Finally, Yang Jingxiu interrupted the quarrel, "I am grateful that you all traveled long distances to diagnose me. The opinions you offered were indeed beneficial."

Everyone responded, "We dare not, we dare not."

"Yang Bugui, distribute a gift of gratitude to all the doctors, and take good care of them for me."

Yang Bugui bowed, "Yes."

"King Yan’s enemy, Mr. Cai, Lu from Langya, and...," Yang Jingxiu paused, his expression turning curious, "Young Master Zhao, would you join me in the back hall for a more detailed discussion?"

The crowd was astonished.

Zhao Changhe was also invited back for another diagnosis. Could it be that his rant about schizophrenia held some truth?

Zhao Changhe leisurely put down his wine bowl and stood up, "Having studied medicine for only a few days, I truly dare not speak nonsense like everyone here, claiming things like ’wind evil entering the brain’. Why don’t you contract some evil spirit yourself? Nonsense."

Who said this kid was magnanimous? Clearly, he took his revenge swiftly.

The doctors who had previously mocked Zhao Changhe’s expressions turned purple. With that invitation for a further consultation from Yang Jingxiu, was he implying there was some truth in the schizophrenia diagnosis?

Yang Jingxiu’s face remained expressionless. He heard that interacting with Zhao Changhe brought misfortune upon people; does this apply even to men?

However, Zhao Changhe said, "Elder Yang, if you seek treatment for this ailment, I recommend someone to join me."

Yang Jingxiu inquired, "Who?"

Zhao Changhe reached out and held Cui Yuanyang’s hand, "My Yangyang."

"Oh, I see." Yang Jingxiu smiled, "Miss Cui is your fiancée then..."

Cui Yuanyang’s face turned red, her head shyly lowered, but her mouth was almost grinning ear to ear, making it hard to tell if she was more embarrassed or amused.

Tang Wanju and Huangfu Qing looked on expressionlessly, their fingers cracking as they glanced at each other three times, then simultaneously turned their heads away.

Huangfu Qing transmitted through gritted teeth, "What did you tell Zhao Changhe just now?"

Tang Wanju replied indifferently, "What business is it of yours? Demoness who serves through seduction, do you feel lost when faced with serious matters?"

"Oh, if you’re so capable, why not serve through seduction? Just being touched by him makes you no longer human."

Tang Wanju actually responded calmly, "Even if I did serve through seduction, you’re still no match for me. He’s obsessed with how to win me over, while you offered yourself willingly."

Huangfu Qing’s eyes widened.

Damn?

Yet hear Yang Jingxiu say, "If Miss Cui will also come, then let Brother Dao from the Wang Family join us as well. All of you facing similar issues could brainstorm together."

Zhao Changhe said, "Head Tang could also contribute."

Yang Jingxiu agreed, "Yes, then please Tang..."

Huangfu Qing could no longer hold back, "Do you think I am sitting here just for decoration?"

Tang Wanju almost laughed out loud.

When you let some things go, who’s provoking whom? Isn’t it easy enough to die from anger?