Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 383: Doctor Pavilion

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Doctor Pavilion

Invited by Fang Bai, Qin Yaorao visited the quadrangle dwelling and sat for a while, where she chatted with Fang Bai about recent events in their lives and work, and took the opportunity to exchange some insights on cultivation.

As for Qin Shan, Qin Yujie, and others, they were not invited by Fang Bai and could only wait outside the quadrangle.

While sitting to one side and listening to the conversation between Fang Bai and Qin Yaorao, the Baili Zhan family learned that Qin Yaorao used to be Fang Bai’s English teacher at Zhongzhou Medical College, but now Fang Bai was Qin Yaorao’s Ancient Martial Arts teacher.

Baili Mingyue was sitting beside Fang Bai, supporting her cheeks with her hands, while her bright, clear, large eyes were constantly rolling around, occasionally glancing at Fang Bai and then at Qin Yaorao, as if she were trying to discern something from their expressions and demeanor.

"Intelligent, elegant, beautiful, and generous... A woman like Teacher Qin must be very popular with men!"

After seeing off Qin Yaorao, who refused to stay for dinner, Baili Mingyue stared at the departing sedan and blurted out, seemingly out of nowhere.

Fang Bai smiled and said, "Indeed. Teacher Qin is known as the number one beauty in the education sector of Zhongzhou City and the dream girl of many male students and teachers at our Medical College!"

"Are you also one of the male students who likes her?"

Baili Mingyue turned her head and asked.

Fang Bai couldn’t help but laugh, not avoiding the question, and nodded in admission, saying, "Like most of the boys in my class, I indeed had a secret crush on Teacher Qin back in the day."

"What about now?"

Baili Mingyue pressed on with her question.

"You little girl, always asking questions you shouldn’t!"

Baili Zhan glared at his daughter, his face darkening, and said irritably, "Come on, let’s go home for dinner!"

Baili Mingyue didn’t get the answer she wanted and was reluctantly pulled by her father to head back to the direction of the quadrangle, thinking to herself, "Fang Bai and Ye Wumei have a good relationship; if he also likes his Teacher Qin, wouldn’t that mean he’s playing two-timing? Hmph, all men are fickle!"

Neither Fang Bai nor the adult Baili Zhans had the time to ponder or guess the peculiar thoughts of the young girl Baili Mingyue. The three sat by a small table in the courtyard, under the moon in the night sky, toasting and drinking liberally, talking merrily until midnight before they retired to rest.

The next morning, after a night of cultivation, Fang Bai felt refreshed and stepped into the courtyard. After washing up, he left some instructions for Ghost Hand and then slowly walked out of the quadrangle, heading toward the Doctor Pavilion.

In fact, Fang Bai wasn’t particularly interested in the so-called "World Traditional Medicine Conference," but being a man of his word, since he had accepted the invitation from Lin Ruoxue, he wasn’t going to miss it.

Another reason Fang Bai was going to the Doctor Pavilion was to see if, at the conference which represented the world’s highest level of medical skills, he could meet other Martial Dao cultivators like himself.

In Fang Bai’s view, the vast majority of doctors in this world were ordinary people with mortal bodies, who could handle minor illnesses but were often helpless when it came to serious diseases. To reach the pinnacle of medical art, which is to "revive the dead and mend bones," one must have the support of True Yuan, which is the so-called dual cultivation of medicine and martial arts.

The Doctor Pavilion was located on the edge of the northern mountainous region of Yanjing, with all buildings constructed alongside mountains and water. The air here was fresh, the scenery beautiful, offering a refreshing and pleasant environment to everyone amidst its tranquility.

Walking along the broad mountain road leading to the Doctor Pavilion, Fang Bai admired the landscape and strolled at a leisurely pace, his demeanor relaxed, with a parade of luxury cars speeding past him from time to time.

The people sitting in these luxury cars, coming from all corners of the country, were mostly Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners who had been invited by Doctor Pavilion to attend the "World Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference."

Fang Bai occasionally sensed the aura of Martial Artists from the luxury cars passing by, indicating that many of the guests arriving were skilled in both medicine and martial arts.

Unfortunately, in Fang Bai’s eyes, most of these dual practitioners only possessed Yellow Level strength, and even the strongest few were merely at the early stage of the Profound Level, not considered real experts.

Moreover, medical skills and True Yuan complement each other; a physician with weak strength was destined to have limited medical expertise.

Halfway up the mountain, he saw a large boulder by the roadside with the red characters "Doctor Pavilion" inscribed on it, written in a powerful and flamboyant style, the dragons and phoenixes seeming to soar and dance.

On both sides of the mountain path, two vast parking lots had been laid out. The vehicles stopped here one after another to park, and the guests alighted, forming groups and ascending the mountain with their friends.

Among those guests, Fang Bai noticed some familiar figures, including three of the "Four National Doctors" of Huaxia today: Qian Haoduo, Hua Tianhe, and Ren Juedao.

At this moment, Qian Haoduo, Hua Tianhe, and Ren Juedao were walking and laughing shoulder to shoulder with another man of similar age dressed in traditional Chinese garments.

The identity of anyone who could walk shoulder to shoulder with Qian Haoduo and the others was certainly not simple; Fang Bai guessed this man in Chinese attire must be Huang Tianpeng, whom he had not yet met from among the Four National Doctors.

Among the Four National Doctors, Ren Juedao and Huang Tianpeng were western medicine experts, known as "North Juedao" and "South Tianpeng"—one an authority in the field of cancer, the other in cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases.

As for Hua Tianhe and Qian Haoduo, they were the leading figures in the Traditional Chinese Medicine community of Huaxia, one renowned as "First Person of Acupuncture in Huaxia" and the other’s bone-setting skills claimed to be unparalleled.

The Four National Doctors were famous throughout Huaxia and even abroad. Their arrival drew much attention, and many guests invited to the World Traditional Chinese Medicine Conference approached them to greet them upon recognition.

The guests invited to past "World Traditional Chinese Medicine Conferences" were either renowned elders in the Western medical community or influential figures from all walks of life, each with some fame. Although Fang Bai was already a famous doctor at Yanjing Hospital, very few people in the entirety of Huaxia knew of him.

Thus, as Fang Bai walked along, nobody greeted him, and the few who glanced at him guessed he might be a young member of a medical family or the young scion of a family.

The "Four National Doctors" rarely gathered together given their esteemed status. The attention their joint arrival commanded this time was imaginable.

"Look, the Wen Pavilion Master is coming!"

While the guests were flocking around the Four National Doctors, exchanging pleasantries, someone pointed towards the mountain trail ahead. There, Wen Yu, the Pavilion Master of Doctor Pavilion, approached with a group of disciples at a brisk pace.

Personal reception by the Pavilion Master of Doctor Pavilion was a courtesy only a few ancient medical sect leaders and the Four National Doctors could enjoy.

Doctor Pavilion was the only one amongst the five great ancient medical sects of Huaxia that only accepted female disciples, and Qian Haoduo had become the honorary Elder of Doctor Pavilion due to his past connection with its previous Pavilion Master.

"Qian Haoduo, isn’t it time to honor our bet?"

As Wen Yu and the Four National Doctors were exchanging conventional greetings, an unexpectedly clear voice rang out.