Practicing medicine was the main reason for Fang Yu’s rapid cultivation progression. His Inner Essence was either used to kill enemies or save lives!
When the Inner Essence surged into his palm, Ye Wenjun suddenly felt as if a warm heating pad was attached to her calf.
The originally sore calf was healed at an unbelievable speed.
Such a level of treatment was not difficult for Fang Yu; on the contrary, it was quite simple.
It didn’t take long.
The treatment was already coming to an end.
"How is it now?" Ye Wenjun asked.
Fang Yu rolled his eyes and said, "...As the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine department at Huaxia Hospital in Jiangzhou, I am responsibly telling you that if you don’t get it treated, it’s very likely you will become a cripple."
"Cripple?"
Ye Wenjun blinked her big eyes, half-believing and half-doubting.
"Yes, you are so beautiful... it would be ugly if you suddenly became a cripple. Limping around, if you needed a crutch it would be okay, but if it comes to amputation... it would look even worse..."
"..."
How many women in the world don’t cherish beauty?
Fang Yu’s words were not very intelligent, but the anxious Ye Wenjun actually started to think about it. With this thought, she became somewhat afraid and said, "Is it really that serious?"
It was just soreness before, but after Fang Yu’s words, amputation seemed necessary, which was too frightening. Ye Wenjun began to worry a bit.
Seeing that Ye Wenjun didn’t believe him, Fang Yu quickly took out his phone and pulled up the official website of Huaxia Hospital.
He found his photo under the famous doctors’ section in no time.
"See for yourself, am I lying to you?"
Ye Wenjun saw the photo on the phone screen, it indeed was Fang Yu, and the side description said, "Director of Traditional Chinese Medicine at Huaxia Hospital, Grandmaster of Taiyi Divine Needle, participated in treating the Jiangzhou epidemic, saved hundreds of lives with the Taixuan Finger Technique, called the contemporary authority on Chinese medicine and acupuncture! Teacher of Yanjing’s King of Acupuncture, Sun Qing!"
Seeing this bio, Ye Wenjun was secretly shocked.
She, of course, knew of King of Acupuncture Sun Qing, but she hadn’t expected Fang Yu to be his teacher. That was a bit outrageous. But, as a formal hospital, there was no reason for them to fake it!
Appearances can be deceiving?
Yet the person in front of her didn’t seem like someone so inscrutable.
"So... can it be cured?" Ye Wenjun asked timidly.
"Nonsense, of course it can be cured! Hurry over!!" Fang Yu spoke righteously.
Ye Wenjun finally moved over.
Fang Yu began treating her again.
"It will be over soon..."
...
Meanwhile.
Outside Ye Wenjun’s room, the maid, acting like a thief, was eavesdropping on the door.
She couldn’t help but feel joyful and turned to leave, pulling out her phone to report:
"Master, it’s done!"
...
About half an hour later.
"It’s alright now..."
Fang Yu directly lay down and let out a breath, "It’s really tiring!"
Ye Wenjun also sighed with relief, the heat dissipated, and her mind suddenly cleared up, without hesitation, she jumped down.
And rushed out of the door.
Soon, Fang Yu heard the sound of rushing footsteps.
Ye Wenjun secretly regretted!
This guy! Was it intentional?
"Is he that kind of person?!"
Ye Wenjun’s delicate eyebrows furrowed.
This can’t go on like this!
We need to establish some ground rules!
Thinking this, Ye Wenjun returned to the room.
However...
Right as she entered the room, she heard Fang Yu’s snoring.
Asleep?
Ye Wenjun paused, her gaze fell on Fang Yu.
His eyes were tightly closed, his expression serene...
He was sleeping very deeply.