Supreme Martial God of the City
Chapter 410 - 405: Yun Zhongxian (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions)

Chapter 410: Chapter 405: Yun Zhongxian (Seeking monthly tickets and subscriptions)

"Hahaha, old man, with your sorry appearance..."

"Trying to be a doctor, how many people have you killed?!"

Xia Hou was taken aback at first, then pointed at the elder and laughed loudly.

From whichever angle you looked at him, this old man didn’t seem like a doctor, let alone someone capable of curing Xia Tianxiong, who was in the late stages of cancer.

However, on the other side, Divine Doctor Lin, rarely, did not laugh with Xia Hou. Instead, he frowned slightly, rubbed his chin, and carefully observed the old man.

"This back, it looks somewhat familiar..."

"I feel like I’ve seen it somewhere before."

Divine Doctor Lin murmured to himself. The aura of this old man made him feel somewhat respectful.

Shen Jiaxue suddenly raised her head, stared fixedly at the old man, rushed over regardless, and tightly grasped his hand. She asked in a trembling voice, "You... sir... can you really cure Tianxiong? Really?"

The elder nodded without saying much, walked over slowly, and pressed his bony hand on Xia Tianxiong’s pulse.

"Hmm? From the Star Pavilion?"

"How could he be poisoned?"

The elder’s eyes, completely covered by his hair, flashed with a look of surprise but quickly concealed it.

At this moment, Xia Hou sneered, "Aunt, do you believe such a charlatan? Father has late-stage cancer; there are no successful cases in all of Huaxia or even the world. How could this drunken old man cure it?"

"And look at this old man, disheveled and filthy, pretending to treat people? What a joke! Even Divine Doctor Lin said it’s hopeless. How can he save him?"

The elder’s face remained calm, and he spoke coldly, "Just because others can’t save him doesn’t mean I can’t!"

"Relying on this so-called Divine Doctor Lin with such mediocre skills, that’s laughable."

"If it weren’t for Lord Wei, even if you Xia Family sold everything to me, you wouldn’t have the qualification to ask for my help."

Divine Doctor Lin, hearing the elder’s words, didn’t care if he had seen him before. He hated it the most when others doubted his medical skills. He, a renowned Divine Doctor of Huaxia, how could he be so looked down upon by this old man?

So, Divine Doctor Lin also stepped forward and questioned, "Judging by your appearance, you’re a few years older than me, so I’ll call you sir."

"I want to ask you a few questions. Do you have a medical practice license? Which medical school are you a professor at? Do you work at Huaxia Medical College?"

"If you’re a doctor, I suppose you’ve achieved something after studying medicine for so many years!"

The elder was still quietly checking Xia Tianxiong’s pulse. Upon hearing Divine Doctor Lin’s questions, he shook his head and said lightly, "I don’t have a medical practice license, I’m not a professor, and I don’t know Huaxia Medical College."

"You better not speak. This old man’s temper isn’t that good."

At this moment, both Divine Doctor Lin and Xia Hou laughed, especially Divine Doctor Lin, who took a long breath and felt slightly relieved. Since the old man had none of these, it showed he was mistaken.

Divine Doctor Lin had been practicing medicine for many years, renowned in the medical field. There was hardly any doctor he didn’t know, and many medical experts were his disciples.

"Haha, Divine Doctor Lin, listen, an old man without even a practice license is going to treat people? Treat my ass!"

Xia Hou laughed loudly, full of sarcasm, but just as he spoke, a fierce wind surrounded him!

"Slap!"

A slap landed directly on Xia Hou’s face, instantly sending him flying, his body crashing into the ward door with a loud bang.

The old man remained sitting like a stable old clock, unmoved like Mount Tai. Because his face was covered by his hair, no expression could be seen.

Xia Hou was stunned, clutching his face, staring fiercely at the old man, and roared, "Damn old man, how dare you hit me? Do you know who I am!"

"Believe it or not, with a word, I can have you, this beggar, thrown out of here."

The elder seemed tired of Xia Hou’s nonsensical shouting. Like a black shadow, he swiftly kicked, sending Xia Hou flying again, falling to the ground and spitting blood continuously.

The elder’s hunched body straightened like a towering sword, looking down at Xia Hou, his cold voice ringing out, "If you make noise again while I’m treating my patient, I’ll kill you!"

This elder was no ordinary person. If it weren’t for Ye Tian’s note, even if Xia Shiyun searched the world, she wouldn’t have been able to invite him!

Xia Hou was completely silenced! He felt as if he was enveloped by those terrifying eyes!

Incredibly cold! Like the eyes of the Death God.

At this moment, the elder’s anger caused his messy hair to float behind him, revealing an old face, like the bark of an ancient tree etched with countless marks of time. His eyes were sharp and clear, very spirited.

The elder looked around, seeing the people dazed and dumbfounded, and spoke lightly, "All of you, get out."

"Don’t interfere with my treatment, leave."

Xia Hou struggled to stand, holding onto the door handle, glaring at the elder with resentment, and said, "Old man, the instruments already detected my uncle’s heart stopped beating, and even Divine Doctor Lin confirmed that even immortals couldn’t save him. Who do you think you are?"

"I want to see how this old man can revive my uncle. If he doesn’t, I’ll call the police and have you arrested for fraud!"

"Xia Hou, get out, just leave!"

"Mom, let’s go."

Xia Shiyun saw Xia Hou still provoking the old man, afraid that the elder would leave in shock, so she quickly yelled at Xia Hou, and pulled Shen Jiaxue to leave the ward, closing the door heavily.

"Bang~~"

The ward door was closed heavily, outside, Xia Shiyun and her mother waited anxiously, hoping the elder could save her father, while Xia Hou crossed his arms, coldly watching inside.

"Heh, just wait and see, let’s see what this old man can do."

"If my uncle dies, it’ll all be on you."

"Divine Doctor Lin, what do you think?"

Xia Hou looked at Xia Shiyun and said coldly.

Divine Doctor Lin came back to his senses and explained, "I’ve checked Mr. Xia’s condition just now, there is no sign of life, medically he is considered dead. I think it’s best not to hold any hope, and prepare for the funeral."

Shen Jiaxue looked at the closed door, saying nothing, her hands trembling. There was a longing in her heart, a longing for a miracle!

However, Divine Doctor Lin fell into his memories again. The more he saw the old man’s face, the more familiar it felt, but he just couldn’t grasp the memory.

Inside the ward.

"Xia Tianxiong, you’re lucky to have the Pavilion Master saving your life."

"Letting someone like me, Yun Zhongxian, treat you, you’ve got quite the face."

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