Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 405: Those Who Block My Path, Die!

Chapter 405: Chapter 405: Those Who Block My Path, Die!

Despite the acupuncture process lasting only a brief ten minutes, for Nangong Ming and Wang Miaomiao, it felt like an intense battle, with a serious consumption of True Yuan, leaving them with a sense of utter exhaustion.

After withdrawing the needles, both of them simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the beads of sweat from their foreheads, and took a moment to quietly regulate their breathing before continuing with the treatment using massage techniques.

Massage therapy, although seemingly simpler than acupuncture, is actually quite complex and profound, involving many aspects of medical knowledge, such as the meridian system, acupoints, and the subtleties of technique and pressure, etc. Only after mastering all this medical knowledge can one claim proficiency in massage therapy.

To become a renowned physician, guidance from a master is of course important, but one also needs to constantly explore and accumulate experience through practicing medicine, for some things can’t be taught, they must be understood through personal insight and exploration.

Just like Wang Miaomiao, Fang Bai had introduced her to a whole new world of martial dao and medical knowledge, how far she could go from here was now up to her.

Ordinary Chinese medicine practitioners perform massage therapy by mastering the techniques, adjusting the pressure, and knowing the accurate meridian points on the body.

Disciples of the Ancient Medicine Sect on the other hand, assist their massage with True Yuan, thus achieving healing effects that are beyond the realm of possibility for ordinary practitioners.

Usually, when Ancient Medicine Sect disciples perform massage therapy on patients, they infuse their True Yuan into their palms, which then seeps slowly into the patient’s body to relieve or even eliminate physical discomfort.

Massage therapy, clearly, is more taxing on True Yuan and mental energy than applying acupuncture.

After twenty minutes, regardless of Nangong Ming or Wang Miaomiao, signs of fatigue had appeared on their faces.

Nangong Ming was slightly better off, being far stronger than Wang Miaomiao. There was only a fine layer of sweat on his forehead and his breathing became a bit rapid. After a short period of breathing regulation, he returned to normal.

Wang Miaomiao, in contrast, was almost completely drenched in sweat, with wisps of white vapor rising from her hair, and an abnormal flush on her delicate face, clearly indicating an excessive consumption of True Yuan and physical overexertion.

After persevering through twenty minutes of massage for her patient, Wang Miaomiao sat down on a chair behind her, feeling as if a great burden had been lifted. She signaled the judges that her treatment was finished and began to close her eyes and regulate her breathing.

Just a moment before Wang Miaomiao finished her treatment, Nangong Ming also concluded his own.

Though he managed to finish a step ahead of Wang Miaomiao once again, there wasn’t a trace of triumph on Nangong Ming’s face.

Particularly when both patients treated by him and Wang Miaomiao almost simultaneously stood up from their massage tables, walking around the podium with expressions of comfort and joy, his hands hidden in his sleeves had already clenched into fists.

In Nangong Ming’s view, although Wang Miaomiao was far behind him in martial dao, in the field of medical knowledge, she had become an imminent threat to him.

In the first round of medical skill exchange, Nangong Ming had a significant lead, but by the second round, that advantage had sharply diminished. Judging from the recovery of the two patients, the treatment effects of him and Wang Miaomiao should be about the same.

Nangong Ming had already boasted to the Sect Leader of the Ghost Doctor Sect, Sikong Lieyang, that he must secure first place in this medical exchange, but given the way things were developing, he wasn’t really sure anymore.

Wang Miaomiao was an unpredictable factor, and what Nangong Ming feared the most was that during the final showdown of the medical exchange, Wang Miaomiao would pull out a surprise move, causing his own downfall.

"Whoever blocks my path shall die!"

Nangong Ming glanced at Wang Miaomiao and slowly sat down in the chair behind him, as the intent to kill began to spread in his chest.

In the world of the Hidden Sects, reason was never the primary concern; strength was the only language spoken there. To achieve one’s goals, a path was carved with fists—where adversaries were to be killed and even Buddhas were to be slain if they blocked the way.

Had it not been for the mutual restraint and balance maintained among the major Hidden Sects to sustain the basic stability of the Hidden Sect World, the realm primarily composed of Martial Artists would have fallen into chaos long ago, affecting even the secular world with its ripples and shocks.

Coming from the Hidden Sects, Nangong Ming was accustomed to the harsh rule of the survival of the fittest. Though he was admonished by his mentor to stay low-key while traversing the secular world, killing a Martial Artist from the Secular Ancient Martial World didn’t really weigh on his conscience.

The second round of the medical skills competition concluded on time after half an hour.

After scrutiny and judgment by the ten judges, Nangong Ming, Wang Miaomiao, and three others met the goal of alleviating the patient’s symptoms and enabling them to independently walk for more than a hundred meters, advancing smoothly to the third round, while the other seven were regrettably eliminated.

Thunderous applause erupted on the scene, cheering for the exquisite medical skills of the five Ancient Medicine Sect Disciples who had advanced once again.

The five advancing Disciples belonged to three different Ancient Medicine Sects, with "Doctor Pavilion" Disciple Wang Miaomiao occupying one spot, "Shenxian Island" Disciple Gu Xie another, and the remaining three spots surprisingly all went to members of the "Ghost Doctor Sect."

The high level of medical skills of the "Ghost Doctor Sect" Disciples was evident from this.

The three "Ghost Doctor Sect" Disciples included the enigmatic Nangong Ming, Lei Bao, a Direct Disciple of Sikong Lieyang, as well as a Direct Disciple of an Elder.

Below the presiding stage, in the area where the five great Ancient Medicine Sect Disciples were seated, bursts of applause and cheers occasionally erupted; this was the Disciples of the "Doctor Pavilion," "Shenxian Island," and "Ghost Doctor Sect" cheering and rallying for their fellow Sect members who had advanced.

Only Fang Bai and Wang Miaomiao could sense the killing intent spreading through Nangong Ming’s chest at the venue.

Although Nangong Ming did not look at Wang Miaomiao, she felt as though a sharp edge was at her back, as if an invisible Dashan was suspended above her head, threatening to crash down at any moment, putting her entire being on edge.

Wang Miaomiao didn’t realize that this was a form of psychic pressure that Nangong Ming was imposing on her, a force on a spiritual level. It shared similarities with the Divine Sense focused by Fang Bai, yet its effect and capability were far from comparable to Divine Sense.

As this invisible pressure continued to grow, Wang Miaomiao’s blood flowed faster, her heartbeat accelerated, her breathing grew more rapid, and her head began to spin slightly, making it impossible for her to concentrate.

"Cast aside distractions! Circulate your Cultivation Technique!"

Just as Wang Miaomiao was becoming somewhat dazed, Fang Bai’s voice suddenly echoed in her ears.

His voice struck her like thunder, jolting her body, and she immediately snapped out of her groggy state.

Wang Miaomiao was a clever person; once she was clear-headed, she immediately knew that her mind had been affected by Nangong Ming’s murderous intent.

She looked at Fang Bai, seated below the stage, with a bashful expression and then cast aside all distractions in her mind, focused her concentration, circulated the Cultivation Technique imparted to her by Fang Bai, and counteracted the psychic pressure Nangong Ming had imposed on her.