Fang Yu smiled faintly, indifferent to the sarcasm, and walked in.
Gu Zhenxiong, worried that Fang Yu might be offended, quickly stepped up to him and said in a low voice,
"Mr. Fang, I’m truly sorry! You had to encounter such a thing."
Fang Yu responded,
"One cannot be blamed for not knowing!"
They had just entered the Purple Sun Hall when another maid rushed out in a fluster.
"It’s not good! It’s not good..."
Gu Zhenxiong barked, "What’s the matter, to be in such a panic?!"
"The Sect Master... The Sect Master has fainted..."
Everyone was shocked!
This was a matter of great importance.
All faces turned pale with change.
"Follow me!" Ping Wenfu commanded with a wave of his hand, striding towards the inner hall.
Fang Yu also quickened his pace unwittingly.
Gu Zhenxiong could no longer care about propriety and quickly said, "Mr. Fang... It was the Sect Master’s dying wish to see you!"
"Okay!"
Fang Yu’s reply was simple.
Following Ping Wenfu and others, they arrived at the inner hall of the Purple Sun Hall.
Upon entering the room,
they saw an elderly man with white hair lying quietly and peacefully on a large bed, his eyes slightly closed.
Ping Wenfu, unable to restrain himself, shed tears as he exclaimed, "Sect Master! You can’t be in trouble!"
He rushed to the bedside in one swift step, grabbing the wrist to take the pulse.
After a moment,
Ping Wenfu looked hollow, clinging tightly to the Sect Master’s aged right hand.
After a silence,
Fang Yu also arrived at the bedside, his gaze falling on the Sect Master’s wrinkled face, letting out a soft sigh.
Other Taia Sect disciples dared not witness this scene.
Unable to hold back, Gu Zhenxiong asked,
"Doctor Ping, how is the Sect Master’s condition?"
This wasn’t only a concern for the Gu brothers, but also for all Taia Sect disciples. The Sect Master’s health was crucial to the future of the Taia Sect. If he were to pass away... who would take charge of the Taia Sect?
One by one, the elderly passed away.
How many are left now?
Ping Wenfu, as if he hadn’t heard, was immersed in grief.
Struggling to calm his emotions.
Gu Zhenxiong asked again, "Doctor Ping, the Sect Master..."
Before he finished,
Ping Wenfu shouted, "Everyone get out! Get out!"
Silence fell over the room.
They all looked at Ping Wenfu in surprise, not knowing why he suddenly erupted in anger.
He was not one to easily lose his temper, nor was it common for him to burst out like that.
Looking at the Sect Master with his eyes firmly shut,
everyone had a bad premonition.
After a long while,
his voice grew deep:
"While the Sect Master still has some consciousness left, I want to speak with him privately... I’m afraid I may never get the chance again."
"So, please, all of you go out, okay?"
The younger disciples stepped back several paces.
How could they possibly refuse such an emotional plea?
Gu Zhenxiong let out a deep sigh, turned his head unwillingly, and walked away.
However—
Fang Yu still remained in place, calmly observing everything.
"Mr. Fang?"
Gu Zhenxiong’s call caught Ping Wenfu’s attention.
Ping Wenfu turned and glanced at Fang Yu, speaking indifferently, "Today, I really am not in the mood to argue with you. Please leave!"
"Mediocre medical skills, yet not a modest temper."
"You..."
This comment infuriated Ping Wenfu, his anger surging to his heart.
At this critical juncture, Fang Yu was still causing trouble.
The disciples really couldn’t stand it, and one after another, they drew their long swords.
"Although the Sect Master’s condition is very critical, it’s not fatal!"
Fang Yu added, "Ping Wenfu, it’s been over a thousand years, and you haven’t made any progress! During all this time, have you not seriously studied medical skills?"
"You, you..."
"If you want the Sect Master to live, I suggest you get out of the way! Don’t delay my treatment."
With that, he took a quick step to the Sect Master’s side.
Seeing this scene.
Gu Zhenxiong fiercely slapped his forehead.
He had nearly forgotten that Mr. Fang was once a great Doctor.
Even though now he had changed his appearance, his voice, his personality... his skills still amazed everyone.
"Put down your weapons!" Gu Zhenxiong ordered.
The young disciples reluctantly sheathed their weapons with dissatisfaction on their faces.
Ping Wenfu, shocked and alarmed, said: "What are you going to do?"
"Nonsense, of course, I’m going to treat the illness!" Fang Yu grabbed the Sect Master’s wrist.
Ping Wenfu just tried to stop him but was repelled by an unseen force, stumbling back repeatedly.
What’s going on?
In the blink of an eye, Fang Yu had already finished his diagnosis and said:
"His qi and blood are deficient, his body is aging, huh? Why is there heat toxin in his body?"
Upon hearing this.
Ping Wenfu’s face changed dramatically and said, "You’ve diagnosed it?"
"Nonsense... even with your mediocre medical skill, you know; let alone me."
Fang Yu didn’t want to continue crushing him, "Help me hold him steady... I’m going to apply the needles!"
"What?!"
Gu Zhenxiong immediately added: "Doctor Ping, Mr. Fang is the head of traditional Chinese medicine at Hua Hospital, master of the Taiyin Divine Skill, his expertise is ineffable!"
"Traditional Chinese medicine?"
Hearing about acupuncture, Ping Wenfu flew into a rage, "Nonsense, this is sheer folly! Gu Zhenxiong, have you taken the wrong medicine today?"
However...
While they were arguing.
Fang Yu had already grasped three Golden Needles.
With a single motion of his hand.
Wham!
The powerful Inner Essence shattered the Sect Master’s clothes!
The old, withered skin was revealed.
Fang Yu was quick, he swiftly inserted three Golden Needles into the Danzhong acupoint, the philtrum, and the temple.
"Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles!"
"All the evils and madness originate from illness, thirteen acupoints needles should recognize, first, needle the ghost palace, then the ghost faith, none will not respond."
Hearing this mnemonic.
Ping Wenfu’s brows furrowed deeply, and he shouted, "I order you to stop treatment! Stop immediately! Or... I will make sure you have no place to be buried!"
Just as he was shouting.
Fang Yu raised his palm and struck him with a powerful Palm Power, sending him stumbling back repeatedly.
"Watch closely!"
Again, three Golden Needles descended.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Leaving behind trails of afterimages in the air.
Buzz, buzz—
The Golden Needles vibrated at a high frequency.
"The Twisting Needle Technique? It’s actually the Twisting Needle Technique!" Ping Wenfu said.
"You do have some discernment!"
"So what if I do? You don’t understand the illness that the Sect Master suffers from! I’ve said before... if I can’t cure it, no one else can."
Upon hearing this.
Fang Yu gave him a disdainful glance and said:
"What you mean is, you’re hoping I won’t be able to cure the Sect Master?"
"You, don’t twist my words!"
"Ping Wenfu... Watch closely." Fang Yu’s voice suddenly turned serious.
His hands moved again, and once more, afterimages were left in the air!