Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

The Medicine King Square is the venue for the past Hundred Medicines Conference, where semicircular stone seats were carved into the slope under the Medicine King Tower, along with spectators like Huo Wen’an, and Ying Family members who came to join in the fun, all seated to watch the competition.

Ying Ziyao also came today, dressed in a black coat, sitting in the row of stone chairs in front of Huo Wen’an.

In that row, all the representatives of traditional Chinese medicine halls, along with those respected and elderly doctors from the Ying Family were seated.

The entire crowd is both spectators and supervisors.

If any contestant cheats during the examination and is caught and reported successfully, they will be directly expelled from the venue.

Before the competition, as the host, the Ying Family naturally had to say a few words.

Speaking was not Old Madam Ying, but her eldest son, Ying Jinqiao’s father, whose name was Ying Zigeng. Xu Xingguang stared at the nameplate in front of Ying Zigeng, thinking that if his uncle-master hadn’t been expelled from the Ying Family, he should be of the same generation as Ying Zigeng.

On stage, Ying Zigeng graciously spoke, while the Ying Family contestants, unified in wearing dark gray doctor’s robes standing in line to Xu Xingguang’s left, began to speak quietly.

Their voices were very low, unheard by others but clear to Xu Xingguang.

A young female contestant with waist-length hair tied into a braid for convenience asked, "Is the doctor representative in the second row with a black coat actually Ying Ziyao?"

Ying Ziyao.

Xu Xingguang’s ears twitched as he heard a middle-aged man behind the woman nod and say, "Yes, that’s Uncle Ziyao. When he participated in the Hundred Medicines Conference, he was barely thirty, and I was just a child then."

The man continued, "He’s the only non-Clan member ever to make it to the top three in the Hundred Medicines Conference history." Pausing, the man awkwardly touched his nose and added, "That’s not quite right, Uncle Ziyao’s family was expelled from the Ying Family, but he carries the Ying Clan bloodline."

"Honestly, he’s still one of us in the Ying Clan."

A flash of sarcasm appeared in Xu Xingguang’s eyes.

Absolutely shameless, always sticking gold to their face.

The braid-haired woman fell silent for a while before speaking, "Though his roots lie with the Ying Family, I heard that when he was only two or three months old, his parents were removed from the family tree for wrongdoing. His parents died unexpectedly when he was very young."

"You could say, he’s been an orphan since childhood, without a bit of benefit or assistance from the Ying Family. How does his achievement have anything to do with our Ying Family?"

The girl shook her head and said, "It’s solely Uncle Ziyao’s own ability."

The middle-aged man frowned at this statement and merely said, "That’s due to the good Ying Family genes."

Ye Mingluo stood right behind Xu Xingguang to his right, separated by a contestant from the middle-aged man. Upon hearing these words, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Too bad it’s not raining today; otherwise, if there was puddled water on the ground, you could lower your head and see how swollen, hard, and ugly your face looks now."

"Elder Ying Ziyao was expelled from the Ying Family at birth, ate food from outside, and learned medicine outside. If he had become a world-class criminal, a murderer or arsonist, with your flattering looks, you would definitely call him genetically inferior, born wicked."

"But he achieves great things, becomes one of the top three, then the person expelled from the Ying Family becomes a high-quality gene male with Ying Family blood."

Ye Mingluo sarcastically stared at the middle-aged man’s suffocatingly red face, humorously remarked, "When his parents died, and he had to scavenge for food in the city’s corners, why didn’t any Ying Family members sharing the same blood go to claim him?"

Xu Xingguang gave Ye Mingluo a higher regard, secretly thinking: Though the disciple is rather mediocre, his speaking ability is powerful enough to rival a cannon.

The middle-aged man was left speechless by Ye Mingluo’s words, face red with veins bulging, stammering ’you, you, you’ for a long time, ultimately having no face to continue.

Those Ying Clan contestants standing alongside them all felt ashamed before others.

The uproar below was quite loud; on stage, Ying Zigeng frowned, paused his speech, glanced at the clamoring crowd, and with swollen eyelids drooping, his tone seemed to carry a smile but was actually colder, "Which contestant below is so eloquent? Would you like to come and say a few words?"

This was aimed at reproaching those disrespectful contestants.

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