Chapter 398: You Are No Match for Me

Chapter 398: You Are No Match for Me

Based on this analysis, the idea Wang Daozhong was playing at might not just be a matter of Cai Wenque.

On the surface, he had brought his own renowned physician from his side, but in reality, he would not honestly pin his hopes on his own physician being able to cure Yang Jingxiu. During these past few days, he might have already bribed all the renowned physicians who came to see the illness. No matter who cured him, the favor would belong to him when the time came.

And the favor really would be his, because his Wang family’s Zhenhai Sword was also supposed to have a problem. They had studied it and shared what they gained with these renowned physicians. When the time came, no matter who found a solution, they only needed to say it was "thanks to the guidance of Master Daozhong," and Old Yang would have to remember this immense debt of gratitude.

However, doing this was actually very malicious.

Yang Jingxiu was not willing to let others know that his family’s sword had gone wrong, so he used his own illness to put on a show, testing which doctor spoke more reliably before inviting that doctor to talk in private to formally treat the sword. But Wang Daozhong’s practice was actually selling Yang Jingxiu out, turning it into an open secret known to everyone...

These doctors putting on an act of examining Yang Jingxiu’s illness were probably all aware in their hearts that they were examining the sword spirit.

Of course, the renowned physicians wanted to earn a reputation for their high level of skill, so they mostly would not say it. As long as everyone did not say it, Yang Jingxiu would not know he had put on a show in vain.

No wonder Wang Daozhong faced Zhao Changhe, who had only studied medicine for a dozen or so days, as if facing a formidable enemy, because only Zhao Changhe present was not under control...

But Tang Wanzhuang thought about it and still rejected her own judgment... things were not that simple.

The Yang family was said to be in decline, but that was only reflected in the fact that their top-tier cultivation had not produced anyone on the Heaven Ranking. The forces below were not weak at all. They might continue to weaken in the future, but that was not now. Facing a top-tier aristocratic family of the same level as your Wang family, wasn't it a bit ridiculous to pull this kind of stunt? What if some doctor did not dare to deceive the Yang family and had already said the matter in private?

In that case, before Wang Daozhong had even started anything, he would have already deeply offended Old Yang first. Even if he succeeded, he wouldn't get any thanks. This shouldn't be.

It was unlikely to cast such a wide net to bribe all the renowned physicians... but if he had only targeted and sought out Cai Wenque, the scope seemed too small. In case Cai Wenque could not treat it, wouldn't it be completely meaningless? Unless the Wang family had a certainty that it could definitely be cured... but why didn't they act themselves to earn the favor, and instead passed it through Cai Wenque's hands?

It was only possible that this solution which could definitely cure it was not a good solution. The Wang family was using Cai Wenque so that once something went wrong, they could keep their hands clean.

This inference should be the correct answer...

While Tang Wanzhuang was pondering, over there Zhao Changhe had already put on an act of checking the pulse, and then glanced at Wang Daozhong: "Since Mr. Wang believes it cannot be said publicly and should be told to Senior Yang in private, then this junior will say it in private."

Wang Daozhong: "..."

Yang Jingxiu said faintly: "Neither is necessary, just speak directly."

Let's see what kind of flowery words you can say, I don't believe you can expose the matter of the sword...

Zhao Changhe said: "Senior's illness is due to dual factors. First, the divine soul is weary of the physical body, believing that what it does does not meet expectations, and has the intention of retreating. It is a bit like schizophrenia, two personalities..."

A wave of stifled laughter erupted all around: "Young Master Zhao has only studied medicine for a few days? Please don't talk nonsense here."

From where could anyone see that Yang Jingxiu had soul-loss disease? The man was hale, hearty, and perfectly fine.

On the contrary, Yang Jingxiu himself was breaking out in a cold sweat: "Young Master Zhao, please sit down for a moment and look at the opinions of the other renowned physicians."

He didn't know whether it was worse for word to get out that the sword had a problem, or worse for word to get out that he, Yang Jingxiu, was mentally ill.

What a ghost, this young lad who had really only studied medicine for a dozen or so days could actually see the problem... This son-in-law wasn't married yet, surely the Cui family wouldn't tell him about their Qinghe Sword matter, right? Could it be that his medical skills were truly divine and he saw through it?

Zhao Changhe didn't care either. Amidst the jeering of a group of renowned physicians, he sat swaggeringly to one side drinking wine.

Looking at his performance, Yang Jingxiu fell silent for a moment and sighed. This demeanor of being indifferent to either honor or disgrace showed that this lad had a great future...

Originally, in his heart, he didn't really want Zhao Changhe to meddle in this matter. After all, the situation with the sword spirit caused by someone secretly guiding it—who was that person? It was mostly your old man.

Who could let his son solve the problem without any qualms? In case you caused even more mischief and made what could originally be cured even worse, to whom could one go for justice?

But this person Zhao Changhe himself was really worth watching...

He was looking at Zhao Changhe, and Zhao Changhe was also looking at him. Watching the renowned physicians from various places step forward one by one to diagnose and examine, he also sighed secretly in his heart. The prestige of a top-tier aristocratic family was just this grand. To put it bluntly, even he himself was one of those who had rushed over eagerly to treat the man's illness, except that what could convince him was that it was for the sake of the common people... So this proposition was how awesome; once such a reason was found, any matter could convince oneself.

Actually, the words of the older sister Huangfu Qing were more to his taste: "If one can take control..."

This was the key.

Did you really think this master would eagerly deliver himself to your door to treat your illness, only to have you pick and choose? Who do you think you are?

Zhao Changhe glanced at Wang Daozhong, who was earnestly watching his Wang family's doctor check Yang Jingxiu's pulse, looking straight ahead.

If the Wang family themselves solved the problem of the sword spirit, would they only want to selflessly help the Yang family treat it, rather than wanting to take control?

However, judging from the performance of the dozens of renowned physicians in the courtyard, this world's medical path indeed had almost no involvement with the divine soul. What kind of chaotic nonsense were they talking about? Even the majority of people were saying Yang Jingxiu was not sick, making Old Yang very disappointed.

Medicine and martial arts were strongly related. If martial arts did not reach the divine soul, it was very normal for the medical path to have no breakthrough at this threshold. Perhaps only Cai Wenque, who had placed his body on the Earth Ranking, had studied this.

But the Earth Ranking was also not quite enough. Perhaps it required the level of the Heaven Ranking plus a profound understanding of the medical path to have a bit of a chance. What a pity that in this world's Heaven Ranking, no one studied medicine. Perhaps their understanding of the human body was stronger than that of doctors, but in reality, whether they had properly studied medical theory and pharmacology indeed still had a certain gap.

So what kind of role these renowned physicians before them could play didn't need to be mentioned. Unsurprisingly, they had all kinds of rare and strange opinions, finally arguing until their faces were red and ears were thick, not much different from the argument of renowned physicians seen in Xiangyang before...

Yang Jingxiu finally interrupted the argument: "Thank you all very much for traveling thousands of miles to diagnose for this old man. The opinions raised are also quite beneficial."

Everyone said: "We dare not, we dare not."

"Bugui, present a thank-you gift to all the doctors, and entertain them well for me."

Yang Bugui bowed: "Yes."

"King of Hell's Rival Mr. Cai, Doctor Lu of Langya, and..." Yang Jingxiu paused, saying with a strange expression: "Young Master Zhao, come with this old man to the back hall, shall we discuss in further detail?"

Everyone was in an uproar.

Zhao Changhe was also invited to diagnose again. Could it be that the schizophrenia he had nonsense-talked about just now still held a few parts of truth?

Zhao Changhe leisurely put down his wine bowl and stood up: "One who has studied medicine for a few days really dares not talk nonsense like you all, even daring to speak out about some wind evil entering the brain. Why don't you go get possessed? Useless trash."

Who said this kid had demeanor? It was clearly a case of revenge not lasting overnight.

The doctors who had ridiculed Zhao Changhe earlier had their faces turned purple from holding it in, and the way they looked at Yang Jingxiu was not quite right. Inviting this kid inside to diagnose again, did that meaning amount to admitting to schizophrenia?

Yang Jingxiu was expressionless. It was heard that the public reputation of people who came into contact with Zhao Changhe would become unfortunate. Was this something even men could not escape?

Yet he saw Zhao Changhe say: "Senior Yang, if this illness is to be treated, I recommend one person to go with me."

Yang Jingxiu said curiously: "Who?"

Zhao Changhe reached out to grab Cui Yuanyang's little hand: "My family's Yuanyang."

"Oh, right." Yang Jingxiu smiled: "Miss Cui is your fiancée..."

Cui Yuanyang's pretty face was flushed red, her head lowered in an expression of bashfulness, but that mouth could visibly be seen grinning almost to her ears, simply making it impossible to tell whether she was bashful or laughing.

Tang Wanzhuang and Huangfu Qing looked on expressionless, their fingers clenching until they cracked, and then they exchanged glances for a third time, turning their heads away simultaneously again.

Huangfu Qing transmitted her voice with gnashing teeth: "What did you just transmit to Zhao Changhe to say?"

Tang Wanzhuang said faintly: "What does it concern you? A temptress who serves people with her looks, when encountering proper business, do you feel that your brain is empty?"

"Yo, if you have the ability then don't serve people with your looks. Being touched once by him means you're not human."

Tang Wanzhuang actually responded very calmly: "In fact, even if serving people with looks, you are no match for me. What he thinks of constantly is how to obtain me, while you delivered yourself."

Huangfu Qing's eyes widened.

Fuck?

Yet they heard Yang Jingxiu say: "If Miss Cui is also coming, then simply let Brother Daozhong come in too. Everyone has similar problems, so we can pool our wisdom."

Zhao Changhe said: "Chief Tang can also participate and consult."

Yang Jingxiu said: "True, then please Tang..."

Huangfu Qing could no longer contain herself: "Do you all think this Empress is sitting here just to look pretty?"

Tang Wanzhuang almost didn't laugh out loud.

In fact, after thinking through certain things, who was angering whom? Wanting to anger you to death wasn't that easy, was it?