The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 206: Too Troublesome One by One_1

Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Too Troublesome One by One_1

There was a commotion at the door of the ward; everyone thought Zhang Xian was suspected of poisoning.

The pimple-faced nurse was on a roll, implicating Zhang Xian with every word she spoke. Everyone believed that he was the one who administered the poison.

As for all of this, Zhang Xian had very little to explain. Without any solid evidence to prove his innocence, any explanation on his part was futile. However, he wasn’t worried, he had a unique skill that he could rely on. Even if the police would be involved, what of it? He was entirely capable of curing these patients right before the eyes of the police, by doing so, he could naturally clear himself of any poisoning suspicions.

"Well, are you out of words now?" The pimple-faced nurse saw Zhang Xian silent and began to sneer, "I advise you to produce the antidote to avoid getting into trouble."

The older man who was leading the crowd said, "Young man, bring out the antidote."

"Young lad, if you give out the antidote now, there might still be a chance to salvage this situation. If you continue on this misguided path, only you yourself will end up suffering."

"Yes, hurry up and bring out the antidote."

"Kid, don’t think you can impersonate a Divine Doctor just because you have an antidote. You, with your pathetic look, how are you even remotely similar to a Divine Doctor?"

The members of the research group looked at him disdainfully. They thought that Zhang Xian was using the antidote to cure a new type of virus as a prop to masquerade as a Divine Doctor.

"Zhang Xian, um, you should just bring out the antidote!"

The victims’ relatives were also urging him, thinking that Zhang Xian had the antidote and wasn’t some Divine Doctor.

There was no other way. Zhang Xian was only in his twenties, and they likely wouldn’t believe he was a Divine Doctor, let alone a random person off the street.

"Since no one believes in me..." Zhang Xian chuckled and replied, "Fine, in any case, Zhu Pharmaceuticals was framed, let this disease run riot. Although Zhu Pharmaceuticals isn’t some massive conglomerate, I believe they should be able to hold out for a bit. Until the day when the truth comes to light, you can find someone else to foot the medical bills and your loved ones can continue lying here."

The relatives, upon hearing this, started to worry but felt it inappropriate to vent their anger at Zhang Xian.

Despite their suspicions that he was the poisoner, they had insufficient evidence, and after several interactions, they felt that Zhang Xian was indeed a decent person.

Now, Zhang Xian was declaring he wouldn’t treat anyone anymore, when the supposed research group had yet to find a solution to the virus, what would become of their loved ones who were still bedridden?

The pimple-faced nurse suggested, "If this fellow insists on not providing the antidote, let’s simply call the police and let them handle this matter."

"Yes, call the police."

The members of the research group shared the same sentiment.

A kid was being arrogant under their watch? Thinking himself as a Divine Doctor?

"What’s going on?"

At this moment, a blurred figure hurriedly locomoted closer, with palpable anxiety on his face.

"Director ..."

Upon seeing him, the pimple-faced nurse quickly greeted him with a smile.

The few from the research group also nodded at the director as a form of greeting. They were all renowned figures in the world of virology and didn’t hold a measly director in high regard.

In this place, the director had to treat them like gods.

After merely nodding at the professors of the research group, the director turned towards the nurse and asked, "Who is this ’Little Divine Doctor’ you speak of?"

The nurse then moved beside Zhang Xian and gleefully spoke, "Director, he is the Little Divine Doctor that cured Hong Hua".

"He’s so young?" The director was taken aback, he then promptly advanced forward to shake Zhang Xian’s hand and said, "Nice to meet you, divine doctor, I’m the director of this hospital, it’s an honour to meet you!"

Zhang Xian found the director’s enthusiasm a tad puzzling.

Didn’t everyone here refuse to believe in him? Why was the director acting so courteously towards him?

"Director, he is not a Divine Doctor." The pimple-faced nurse interrupted, "The reason he was able to cure Hong Hua was entirely due to the availability of the antidote, he is the person who administered the poison."

The director was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean? You’re saying the Little Divine Doctor is the one who poisoned and carries the antidote for this new virus?"

"Yes, director." The pimple-faced nurse nodded her head and added, "Otherwise, based on his ability, how could he be able to fully eradicate the virus from Hong Hua?"

Hearing this, the director involuntarily furrowed his brows. If what this nurse had said was correct, then he had made a fool of himself. Given this young man’s age, he didn’t seem knowledgeable enough to be a Divine Doctor.

"What antidote?" The smaller nurse interjected, "I was there when the Little Divine Doctor was treating the patient! He only used Golden Needles, there were no antidotes involved at all!"

With that said, everyone was stunned.

Golden Needles? Could it be, he was utilizing acupuncture from traditional Chinese medicine?

Currently, traditional Chinese medicine was on the decline, and most acupuncture practitioners were old men. Could this young chap know the art of acupuncture? And even be able to eradicate a novel virus?

The director found his bearings and asked," Are you sure?"

The petite nurse nodded, "Of course, I watched it all! He really only used Golden Needles. There was another nurse present at that time, both of us witnessed it."

The director was thrilled again. He held Zhang Xian’s hand firmly and said, "Little Divine Doctor, I apologize, I misunderstood you."

"It’s okay, I don’t mind." Zhang Xian matched his enthusiasm, "I still have things to do, so I’m going to leave. You all can continue your research."

Upon finishing his speech, he turned and left without any hesitation.

The director hurriedly caught up and said, "Young Divine Doctor, those patients have not been cured yet, how can you leave? They lie in their beds, waiting for your miraculous healing!"

"What am I supposed to do? I’m just a loser who doesn’t have the skill of miraculous healing." Zhang Xian curled his lips contemptuously. "Your so-called research team are the real divine doctors!"

The elderly group leader was rather embarrassed when he heard this.

The other six people were visibly angry. What does this guy mean? Is he indirectly insulting them?

"Zhang Xian, help us out!"

Relatives also hurriedly surrounded him, "We were wrong before, we shouldn’t have doubted you. Now, we are counting on you to save our loved ones."

"If you want me to stay, it isn’t impossible." Zhang Xian gave a cold smile, pointing at the acne-faced nurse and said, "As long as the director fires that woman and never re-hires her, I’ll stay and give it a try."

The acne-faced nurse’s face turned as pale as paper.

At this moment, she realized that Zhang Xian did seem to possess extraordinary skills. If he insisted on this, she would almost certainly be fired.

The director hesitated and asked, "Young Divine Doctor, did that nurse offend you in any way?"

"Indeed she did offend me, but that’s not the point." Zhang Xian said with a cold smirk.

He was not a narrow-minded person, but the quality of the acne-faced nurse was just too lacking. Having her here would tarnish the hospital’s reputation and give the patients trouble.

The director hesitated a moment, then turned to the acne-faced nurse and said, "You can go home. Collect your pay on the way out!"

The acne-faced nurse panicked, "Director, you can’t do this..."

The director turned his back to the acne-faced nurse and instead smiled at Zhang Xian, "Young Divine Doctor, shall we go see the patients now?"

"Of course." After nodding, Zhang Xian walked to the bedside and ostentatiously took out a pack of golden needles from his pocket.

Due to the previous suspicions, he had decided to break with tradition this time. Instead of letting people leave, he would cure the patients in front of everyone to shut them up, especially the research team members.

He took a deep breath out of habit before he suddenly started, holding a golden needle, quickly stabbing it into the patient’s acupoints.

"This..." Seeing this, the director’s expression slightly changed.

Disregarding Zhang Xian’s skills, the speed and accuracy of his acupuncture were extremely abnormal. Even the most skilled acupuncturists would probably feel threatened.

It seemed that the older Chinese physicians in their hospital were not as good as Zhang Xian in acupuncture, at least they did not as naturally as him, as if they were effortlessly in control of everything.

The elderly group leader also brightened up, staring unblinkingly.

"Does this guy really know acupuncture?"

The other six members of the research group shut their mouths. They had nowhere to nitpick about Zhang Xian’s techniques.

"How is this possible?"

The acne-faced nurse hadn’t left yet, hoping to make a final attempt.

If Zhang Xian cured the patient, she would definitely be fired. If Zhang Xian failed to do so, the director would have no reason to fire her. She had to hold on until the end.

One by one, the golden needles pierced the patient’s body without pausing. In less than two minutes, dozens of golden needles had been inserted into the patient.

As the last golden needle pierced the patient’s body, Zhang Xian suddenly pinched the patient’s wrist to begin the true detoxification process.

The previous acupuncture was simply a smoke screen, having little influence on the real treatment effect.

Of course, as a cultivator, he was very familiar with the body’s acupoints. By putting in a few golden needles and stimulating the acupoints, he could speed up his treatment, thus saving some spiritual energy.

"What..." The director and the others were somewhat puzzled.

Why did Zhang Xian start taking pulses after inserting the golden needles? Was the acupuncture done just like that?

Although Zhang Xian’s insertion speed was fast and smooth, acupuncture did not seem so simple. It wasn’t as simple as simply poking the acupoints with needles, was it?

As if he knew their doubts, before removing the needles, Zhang Xian intentionally twisted a few of them and occasionally lifted them deeper or shallower. Only then did he slowly pull out the golden needles one by one.

"Is it healed?" The director asked in surprise.

"Do you think it’s not healed yet?" Zhang Xian smiled, "If you don’t believe me, you can give him a check-up."

After the director nodded, he signaled to the two nurses standing by.

The two nurses quickly stepped forward, pushing the patient to leave.

After the two nurses left, Zhang Xian said, "It’s too troublesome to deal with them one by one. Please move all other patients to one ward. I will help you solve it all at once."

"Alright, I’ll arrange it right away." The director nodded.

Although the examination results hadn’t come out yet, Zhang Xian’s acupuncture technique indeed seemed magical. The director dared not neglect it. Offending a Divine Doctor was no joking matter.

"I’ll take a look..."

The elderly group leader didn’t quite believe it, and after hesitating for a moment, he walked out to check for himself.