Chapter 117: The Plague God's Physique
In the video, the white haired elder Sun Zhongjing walked leisurely through a vast forest, his movements natural and at ease. Despite the rough, thorn covered terrain, he moved swiftly, his physique completely unlike that of a man over 150 years old.
[Judging by the environment, this should be a spirit beast forest, right?]
[No way he's an ordinary person.]
[Exactly. If he were, how could he be strolling so casually through a forest full of spirit beasts?]
[And seriously, what kind of 150 year old man can still move this fast?]
The comment section buzzed with discussion.
Carrying his medicine basket, Sun Zhongjing casually picked herbs in the dangerous forest. Strangely, the spirit beasts nearby completely ignored him, as if they couldn't even see him.
After he gathered his herbs, the screen flickered, transitioning to a bustling city.
Some sharp eyed viewers quickly recognized it.
[Wait, isn't this Heaven Dou City?]
[Oh? This place isn't far from my home.]
[Hold up I just saw myself walking past in the background…]
[Why are we suddenly in Heaven Dou City?]
The video then focused on a clinic
The sign read "Medicine King Hall."
The plaque looked brand new, clearly indicating the clinic had only recently opened. Yet, the number of patients flooding in was overwhelming.
This was a clinic personally founded by Sun Zhongjing, and though he was the only doctor, his reputation had spread rapidly due to his unmatched medical skills.
He had already become renowned across Heaven Dou City!
Because of his clinic's name, people started calling him the Medicine King.
Inside the clinic
A patient sat nervously before the white haired, youthful looking elder.
"Doctor… how is my condition?"
Sun Zhongjing glanced at him once just once and immediately understood the patient's ailments down to the finest detail.
With a kind smile, he said, "It's a minor issue. Take one bottle of medicine and you'll recover quickly."
He then casually opened a drawer filled with medicinal bottles, grabbed one at random, and handed it over.
"Thank you, doctor! Thank you!" The patient took the bottle as if it were a precious treasure, without even questioning whether the medicine was real.
After all, everyone in the city knew that the Medicine King only needed one glance to accurately diagnose any disease.
And his medicines?
One bottle. One cure.
At first, many doubted his abilities.
But after countless successful treatments, his reputation skyrocketed
By now, no one questioned him anymore.
[This is insane!]
[He doesn't even ask the patient about their symptoms? He just looks at them and knows?]
[This feels like some kind of scam…]
[And every illness is cured with just one bottle of medicine? This sounds so fake.]
[If this weren't an official question and answer video, I'd think this was staged.]
The audience couldn't believe it.
In the video, patients continued flooding in, yet Sun Zhongjing never once misdiagnosed a single case.
It was beyond miraculous.
As night fell, the clinic finally closed.
Sun Zhongjing did not rest.
Instead, he began processing the fresh herbs he had gathered.
With just a wave of his hand, hundreds of medicinal herbs floated into the air
Then, before anyone could react, the herbs began to dry up, shrinking as colorful liquids seeped out.
He was directly extracting their medicinal essence, skipping the traditional boiling process entirely.
Once all the essence had been extracted, he carefully mixed and refined them into various medicinal formulas.
Finally, with another flick of his hand, the floating liquid gently poured itself into rows of empty bottles, forming hundreds of completed medicines in mere minutes.
[What the ?!]
[Did he just make medicine… using spirit power?!]
[How the hell did he separate and combine so many herbs so perfectly?]
[This is absolutely terrifying!]
[He's inhuman!]
[I… I feel like I'm watching a god work…]
Some experienced pharmacists in the audience were completely floored.
But before Sun Zhongjing could put away the medicine
He paused.
Then, he looked towards the entrance of his clinic.
"A guest is coming," he murmured.
Unhurried, he neatly stored away the bottles before walking to the front of the clinic and sitting down to wait.
A moment later
A dark figure flashed by.
A man appeared in the middle of the hall.
And the audience immediately recognized him.
[Huh?! Why is Poison Douluo visiting this clinic at night?]
[Don't tell me… he's here as a patient?!]
[No way! A Titled Douluo visiting a mere civilian doctor? This is ridiculous!]
[Hahaha, imagine a legendary poison master needing help from a random healer.]
The chat erupted with laughter.
Meanwhile, in reality, Dugu Bo watched the video with an incredibly serious expression.
The others might be mocking
But he knew himself.
Over the years, he had secretly visited countless doctors, always in disguise, always threatening them into silence.
At first, he sought help from spirit masters.
But when even they failed, he turned to real physicians, hoping for a miracle.
The Medicine King's reputation would have definitely caught his attention.
If this clinic had existed back then, he absolutely would have visited in secret, just as the video showed.
In the video
Sun Zhongjing sat calmly, watching Dugu Bo with an expression of mild surprise.
His eyes scanned him carefully, then he suddenly shook his head, as if feeling… pity?
Dugu Bo immediately grew irritated.
For a mortal to dare look at him this way
Unacceptable!
But before he could act
Sun Zhongjing smiled faintly and spoke his first words.
His voice was calm and steady
Yet, his words struck like lightning.
"Young man…"
"You are sick."
Silence.
Dugu Bo's killing intent vanished instantly.
His mind went blank.
His anger faded.
In its place
A single, overwhelming thought.
"He… he knows?"
(End of Chapter)
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