"Half an hour to completely cure all twenty of these patients?"
Upon hearing this, Nong Cuiru raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Hahaha, young man, what a boast! Not even Bian Que reborn or Hua Tuo returned to life would dare claim they could completely cure twenty patients in a re half hour!"
"That's right, Granny Nong is right."
"Is this new dical God sleep-talking?"
"Yeah, how could he say sothing so outlandish?"
"Half an hour, all twenty of our illnesses, cured? My God!"
'I thought his dical skills were decent, but who would have guessed he'd make such an outrageous claim? It's just...'
After Nong Cuiru's remarks, the twenty patients present also began murmuring amongst themselves.
It was simply a fool's dream!
The ever-observant Ma Long ca to Jiang Xinghai's side. "Mr. Jiang, before this is set in stone, you should take back what you said. We can just wait the six months for the patients to be cured by the dicine. That's the safest option."
"Brother Xinghai..." Feng Lulu was torn, a hint of anxiety in her voice.
Lin Liping just watched Jiang Xinghai quietly, saying nothing.
Others didn't know how miraculous Jiang Xinghai's dical skills were, but she did.
Her breasts had been very asymtrical, but after just three days of his massages, they had not only regained their perfect shape but had also gone up a cup size!
But she also knew very well that Jiang Xinghai had only used acupuncture and massage to help her.
She had never experienced his dicinal treatnts, however.
Furthermore, a third of these twenty patients had chronic illnesses.
A complete recovery in half an hour seed impossible.
"I believe in Mr. Jiang."
Just as the crowd was buzzing, Xue Zhong calmly stepped to Jiang Xinghai's side.
He recalled how Shen Zhengye's Dantian had been destroyed. After Jiang Xinghai's treatnt, he was now completely healed.
The Dantian, after all, was an organ developed through cultivation. Strictly speaking, it was part of the reproductive system.
And yet, Jiang Xinghai had healed it.
That was why Xue Zhong had unwavering faith in Jiang Xinghai's dical skills!
"Old Xue, you believe he can cure these twenty patients in half an hour?" Nong Cuiru looked at him in astonishnt.
"The world is a vast place, full of wonders."
Xue Zhong smiled reasonably. "Think about it. There are still many places on land humans have never set foot on, and at least eighty percent of the ocean remains unexplored. Imagine if so kind of miracle were to suddenly appear—it would be perfectly normal, wouldn't it?"
"Well..." Nong Cuiru clicked her tongue, montarily speechless.
"As for Mr. Jiang's confidence in curing all these patients within half an hour... it might seem impossible," Xue Zhong continued eloquently, "but until we see the results, who can say for certain that it can't be done?" His every word conveyed his faith in Jiang Xinghai.
"Fine, we'll give him half an hour."
Nong Cuiru was nearly speechless. With a flick of her wrist, she glanced at the ti, then looked at the utterly unruffled Jiang Xinghai. "It's 4:15 in the afternoon. I'll give you forty-five minutes. If you can cure these patients by 5:00 sharp, I, Nong Cuiru, will not only sign off imdiately but will also recomnd you to beco the head of the Ten National dical Saint Hands!"
The head of the Ten National dical Saint Hands!
That was an absurdly prestigious title!
Xue Zhong's eyes lit up with delight. "Excellent! If Mr. Jiang can cure these patients in half an hour, his dical skills would undoubtedly be above all Ten Saint Hands. He'd secure the top spot, no question! For him to be the head of the Saint Hands would be perfectly reasonable. No one could object! When that ti cos, I too will strongly recomnd Mr. Jiang be instated as the head of the Ten Saint Hands of the National dical Hall!"
A stir went through the crowd, but everyone remained silent.
'In just a few short monts, the conversation had already escalated to the head of the National dical Hall's Ten Saint Hands.'
"I don't need that empty title."
At that mont, Jiang Xinghai lit a cigarette and waved his hand dismissively.
'Empty title?'
'He doesn't need it?'
'Just how much disdain does he have for the position of head of the Saint Hands?'
Xue Zhong and Nong Cuiru were the first to look utterly astonished.
"I don't understand where you get the audacity to be so arrogant! Do you really think a draw against ans you can look down on everyone? Do you have any idea what significance the title 'head of the Saint Hands' carries? Do you even grasp the concept? 'Don't need it'? In my opinion, you are utterly clueless!" Nong Cuiru was truly furious now.
She had painstakingly honed her dical skills for over sixty years, relying on a legacy passed down through her family for generations, just to earn her place among the Ten Saint Hands of the National dical Hall!
And the head of the Ten Saint Hands was the overall leader of the National dical Hall!
It was a crucial position with a direct line to the Imperial City's highest official, and it had remained vacant for five years!
Not a day went by that she, Nong Cuiru, didn't dream of taking that seat for herself!
But reality was a cruel thing.
She simply wasn't qualified enough!
"Enough talk. Let's get started."
Just then, Jiang Xinghai stubbed out his cigarette. A halo of light, invisible to the naked eye, began to suffuse his hands.
This was the True Qi of a Cultivator and the energy of a dical Cultivator. When the two intertwined, they produced this unique, special power.
Not even the two National dical Saint Hands, Xue Zhong and Nong Cuiru, could perceive it with their naked eyes.
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