Back when that ghost pretender got hit, if not for that strange doctor applying acupuncture, he wouldn’t have even made it to the hospital, let alone been discharged after only three days.
Then, when he went to cause trouble and extort money, there were three police reports filed, plenty of records, but the family just made a scene and accused people without ever getting physical.
In the end, unexpectedly, the dical hall’s doctor stood firm and just closed the clinic without compromising.
Then he checked and found records of the hospital offering a position to the dical hall doctor, but unfortunately, the doctor declined.
The hospital’s director visited multiple tis and couldn’t convince him, even resorting to contacting local law enforcent and personally reporting the extortion incidents, which are well-docunted. The hot-headed director really followed procedures...
Wen Yan looked over and saw that the doctor’s dical hall wasn’t far from his ho.
It seems this traditional doctor has quite a high level of skills, especially in ergency care and acupuncture, so Wen Yan noted the location.
No one would complain about having too many good doctors nearby.
Wen Yan doesn’t know much about acupuncture, but he knows about acupuncture anesthesia and has seen it used in practice. It’s suitable for patients who experience persistent post-surgical pain or have a tolerance to anesthesia to alleviate suffering.
Anyway, it’s not far, so maybe next ti during a stroll, he could drop by and have a look.
This doctor seems quite skilled, and once they get familiar, it would be easier to ask for advice.
Wen Yan’s cultivation has mostly been a matter of brute force, and he’s increasingly feeling the need for more knowledge to supplent his learning.
He wants to know whether the paths he’s blundered through have any connection to the body’s ridians. Of course, this would require seeking advice from several sources to see the differing viewpoints.
Wen Yan put away his phone, not too concerned about this matter. If there’s a skilled doctor nearby, great; if not, it’s no big deal.
He’s already scheduled to et with people from dicine King Mountain in the next couple of days.
After his cultivation and dinner, Wen Yan strolled out of the house as the sky grew darker, bringing Sparrow Cat along to fly in the sky and get so exercise.
He wandered leisurely under the avenue lined with hanging objects, where the streetlight glow was altered by the hangings to cast strange shadows unseen by ordinary people.
It was as if he was patrolling his territory, and as he passed, the Yin Qi was suppressed a bit.
Following the wooded path to the end of the hangings, he bought a grilled starch sausage from a street vendor and looked up to see Wei’s dical Hall in the distance.
At that mont, he felt sothing — a very faint but sohow familiar sensation that quickly vanished.
Wen Yan looked over to see a short-haired, thirty-sothing, ordinary-looking person standing at the entrance of Wei’s dical Hall.
He recognized imdiately that this was the doctor from the records.
At this mont, the doctor was looking northward, though it wasn’t clear what he was observing.
Then a neighbor approached him, and he led them into the dical hall.
Standing there, Wen Yan slowly chewed on the starch sausage, trying to recall that fleeting sensation.
No doubt, seeing that doctor triggered the familiar feeling, even if it was montary, it wasn’t an illusion.
Eating his sausage, like other locals out for a stroll, Wen Yan andered over to Wei’s dical Hall.
He watched Doctor Wei massaging an uncle’s arm, working from the arm up to the shoulder.
Wen Yan saw the neighbors gathering to watch the commotion, so he joined in.
Once he got closer, he heard Doctor Wei speaking.
"Sotis when the body experiences symptoms like cold invading or Qi and blood blockages, it’s actually self-regulating. When you feel sothing’s blocked or cold, quickly trying to clear it might not be beneficial. Early to bed and early to rise, light exercise, or so square dancing will do. No need to co to for this."
Doctor Wei helped the resident move their shoulder and arm, giving his conclusion after a few squeezes.
The resident trusted him, ntioning they hadn’t danced for several days while moving their shoulder.
Doctor Wei was accustod to the neighbors peeking through the windows. After a few days, people’s curiosity settled, and they no longer gathered around to watch.
The residents here originally ca from the sa village, and even now, it’s still like a village atmosphere; children roam freely on the ground, and generally, everyone’s pretty healthy.
But in just a few days, he’d treated three children with dislocated joints...
These neighbors knew fixing a dislocation was a simple affair, yet they never failed to watch.
Today, upon learning it wasn’t an adult’s dislocation, one by one, they reluctantly left.
After seeing off the patient with just a few suggestions and not charging any fee, Wei Jing looked up and noticed Wen Yan.
He had seen Wen Yan earlier. The restrained Yang energy within Wen Yan, the quietly burning fla in his chest, was as conspicuous in Virtue City as a beacon in the night.
Wen Yan was more eye-catching than that one-legged Demon King Bao who could only fly around on a bamboo broom.
In just a few days, Wei Jing understood why the Goddess of the Sea recomnded he co to Virtue City.
He’d never seen a city where hundreds of Evil Ghosts were hung on streetlights as decorations. Also, he hadn’t encountered a Demon King flying everywhere who seed to be working, and even acted as a doctor.
There was soone patrolling territory with killing intent so intense, even if they were separated by ten miles, he would still feel it.
There’s also a Dragon King in the West River taking strolls.
The demons in the West River are insane!
He saw a person fall into the water, get knocked out by a demon, and then brought ashore, leaving him completely baffled as to whether it was an accident or an attempt at self-harm.
Then a few river demons bickered over the incident.
In the Southern Virtue City, there were strange ghosts running shops.
Once, he even saw a pudgy Fox Demon wearing an oversized mask and glasses sneaking about, shopping for clothes.
Never in his life had he seen a womanly Fox Demon with charm like that!
In short, it was a chaotic dance of the bizarre and unusual.
Oh, and Virtue City has a permanently fixed big intersection.
Even after visiting so many places, none had made him feel so peculiar in just a few days.
Coming to Virtue City, really wasn’t unusual, not noticeable at all.
Even the locals weren’t bothered unless he was dislocating an arm.
Upon seeing Wen Yan today, obviously not an ordinary martial artist, Wei Jing remained calm and unfazed by the strangeness.
Seeing Wen Yan holding the grilled starch sausage, eating while observing, different from other neighbors who dispersed, Wei Jing naturally asked,
"Is there sothing uncomfortable?"
"Not really, just watching the fun."
"Ha..." Wei Jing couldn’t help but laugh. Wen Yan was so honest.
"My dical hall’s just opened recently. If you ever have issues, feel free to co by.
For typical care or herbal treatnts, I can help, but for anything serious, it’s best to head to the hospital."
"I do have a question I’d like to ask."
"..." Wei Jing was speechless, only being polite, yet Wen Yan took the chance seriously.
"Would you like to co in and sit? Is there sothing uncomfortable?"
"It’s not discomfort. I wanted to ask about sothing concerning ridians."
"Oh?" Wei Jing was a bit surprised. "Wait a mont."
Wei Jing went upstairs, opened a sealed box, and took out a book, which he handed to Wen Yan after coming down.
"This book is for you. If you’re interested, you can read it. As for more specifics, it’s hard to explain briefly."
Wen Yan looked at the book, noticing it was published over thirty years ago, priced at eighteen cents.
"My father wrote this, and it only had one print. I still have it, so you can have this one."
"Well... Thanks." Wen Yan accepted the book, glancing at a few sections, finding so areas strikingly familiar.
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