Romantic Medical Immortal

Jin Peng looked incredulous. He was the only child of a medical family, raised under starry-eyed admiration, and now the chief disciple of Elder Lan, with countless people trying to curry favor with him. And yet, this woman actually slapped him in public.

At this moment, Yang Cheng sneered and said, "I advise you not to keep provoking her. Otherwise, if she beats you crippled or dead soon, I won’t stop her."

He had long noticed that kid harassing Cheng Qiyue but didn’t care because, with Cheng Qiyue’s strength, even ten such men wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

Listening to Yang Cheng’s words, Jin Peng became even angrier. He raised his hand to hit back but was caught by Cheng Qiyue, who then grabbed his arm and flipped him over her shoulder.

"Ah!! Ouch! It hurts so much."

Jin Peng screamed miserably, lying on the ground and wailing.

"You guys are too much, to hit someone in front of everyone. Isn’t there any law left?"

Elder Lan roared. Although it was Cheng Qiyue who hit Jin Peng, he glared fiercely at Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng felt a bit helpless; these old folks were deliberately targeting him. Being too outstanding naturally invited jealousy.

No choice!

"With age, your vision goes bad; didn’t you see your apprentice bothering my person first? He deserved to be hit for being indecent first."

Yang Cheng scoffed coldly, angering Elder Lan into puffing his beard and glaring, unable to speak for a while.

At this point, a few self-proclaimed righteous people stood up and said, "Young man, that’s not fair. Jin Peng only wanted to make friends. That girl hitting someone just like that is too domineering."

"No idea why Patriarch Jiang insists on keeping these two; it truly insults our identity."

"If it weren’t for the Jiang family’s reward, I wouldn’t have stayed!"

Listening to the ridicule around her, Cheng Qiyue furrowed her brows. Not skilled at arguing, she raised her eyes to look at Yang Cheng.

From the moment they entered, they’d been mocked by these people. Yang Cheng felt arguing with them was a waste, but now he couldn’t hold back.

"Indeed, when the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked. This disciple looks lustful, bothering my woman. I reckon you old ones are all old lechers too!"

"I suggest everyone look in the mirror. Your faces full of jealousy and lust, and yet you claim to be esteemed doctors! I feel ashamed for you."

Then Yang Cheng looked at Elder Lan, pointing at his nose, "Old man, I see black circles under your eyes and lifeless eyes. You must have kidney deficiency. Is there a beautiful young wife at home?"

"Have you heard the poem: An eighteen bride with an eighty groom, grey-haired facing red makeup, together under the mandarin duck quilt at night, one pear flower tree pressing the crabapple?"

"You!"

Just as he finished speaking, Elder Lan clutched his chest in rage but was unable to refute because Yang Cheng’s words were true; he did have a beautiful wife over thirty years younger.

When he married her, many in the industry said he was like an old cow eating young grass, questioning his character. But due to his solid medical skills, this minor flaw was ultimately overshadowed.

Now, being publicly mentioned by Yang Cheng, Elder Lan’s face turned red with embarrassment, wishing he could dig a hole to hide.

"Yo! Seems I guessed right. You really married a young bride, no wonder your disciple is equally shameless, turns out it’s an inherited thick skin!"

Yang Cheng laughed loudly.

The people around were stunned; they hadn’t expected him to leave Elder Lan no dignity. Although his words were the truth, they were too harsh.

"You... you little brat!"

Elder Lan couldn’t help but curse, coughing violently afterward.

"Master!"

Several disciples immediately gathered around him, offering tea and soothing him, finally calming him to sit in the chair, panting.

"You old beast!"

Yang Cheng suddenly spat out, almost causing Elder Lan to faint.

"Stop! How dare a junior insult their elder, do you even deserve to be a doctor?"

Jin Peng roared, assuming a superior stance.

"Just now when he disrespected age and insulted me, why didn’t you speak? So, it’s only allowed for officials to set fires, not for commoners to light lamps!"

Next, Yang Cheng took on all the scholars, blasting anyone who attempted to advise or accuse, to the point of feeling dry-mouthed.

At this time, Jiang Heping came out and stopped the farce.

"Everyone, stop arguing. Who wants to go in and try next?"

His expression was weary, his eyes full of disappointment. Just as Yang Cheng was arguing, over a dozen doctors had already gone inside, but without exception, all had failed.

Moreover, those who came out looked numb, drenched in sweat, being escorted to rest in the courtyard next door.

At this moment, half the people in the yard remained, all feeling quite apprehensive, unable to comprehend why treating Miss Jiang resulted in such drastic changes.

Those highly confident in their medical skills had already tried, leaving the others to retreat.

After a moment of silence, Elder Lan finally spoke slowly, "I’ll go!"

"I’ve practiced medicine for forty years, and I’ve seen countless obscure diseases. Unlike some people, so arrogant at such a young age, they still haven’t learned through adversity and will suffer in the future."

The words weren’t explicitly named, but everyone knew they were aimed at Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng was indifferent and even made a face at Elder Lan, showing complete disdain.

He was sure this old fellow wouldn’t cure Miss Jiang because the force inside her was strong and would inadvertently absorb one’s Essence Qi.

That old guy was already suffering kidney deficiency and fatigue; likely, he wouldn’t endure long even by just sitting in the room.

Jin Peng and a few others supported Elder Lan as they entered, staying by his side to assist him.

At this time, Yang Cheng activated his X-ray Vision and saw Elder Lan extending his hand to feel Miss Jiang’s pulse, her wrist delicate like jade bamboo.

Moments later, Elder Lan frowned slightly, puzzled.

Jin Peng immediately produced a Silver Needle and handed it to Elder Lan, but he didn’t know the proper way to use it.

"Patriarch Jiang, when did Miss Jiang’s illness start? What happened before she fell ill?"

Actually, Elder Lan couldn’t diagnose the illness clearly. In his forty years of practice, it was the first time he encountered such a bizarre condition.

However, he didn’t want to concede easily and be ridiculed by that young man, so he sought more information from Jiang Heping to probe with the needle and see if any effects arose.

"Three years ago, she suddenly fell ill. Before falling ill, she had been to the amusement park. Not sure if she caught a cold. Anyway, I’ve brought Yu to many hospitals, but none found the cause."

Jiang Heping’s face was full of sorrow, looking at his increasingly frail daughter, feeling helpless.

Elder Lan’s face grew solemn, his aged hand holding up the Silver Needle, starting to administer acupuncture to Miss Jiang. He thought perhaps the girl’s body was too weak, infected by some influenza virus, so decided to treat her accordingly first.

Seeing this outside, Yang Cheng couldn’t help but frown, realizing this old man was indeed a quack!