Peerless Medical Emperor

Chen Qingdi sealed the pores all over his body. For him, this was a simple feat.

"Sigh, another one down."

Patriarch Zheng shook his head helplessly.

But when he glanced at the perfectly composed Chen Qingdi, he couldn’t help but see him in a new light.

’To remain so calm at a time like this... he’s clearly no ordinary person.’

Moreover, Patriarch Zheng had seen it clearly. Chen Qingdi was standing very close to Young Master Zheng. He must have noticed when the green mist billowed out, yet now, he was completely unharmed.

’How did he protect himself?’ Patriarch Zheng was quite curious.

Even Situ Xian now looked at Chen Qingdi, sensing that there was something unusual about him.

"Quick, drag Zhuge Yunduan out of here."

Zheng Shifang said to the Zheng Family servants at the door.

A few servants entered and quickly dragged Zhuge Yunduan out.

"Young man, do you still want to give it a try?"

Zheng Shifang glanced at Chen Qingdi.

This very situation had already scared off several famous doctors.

He thought Chen Qingdi might be scared off as well.

But to his surprise, Chen Qingdi simply nodded.

"I can give it a try."

Chen Qingdi nodded, his expression serene.

"Do you really want to try?"

"Do you even know what this illness is?"

Situ Xian asked, looking at Chen Qingdi.

"I do."

Chen Qingdi nodded without hesitation.

Hearing this, Situ Xian and Zheng Shiyan were both stunned.

This was the first time in a very long while that they had heard anyone claim to know what the condition was.

"Really?"

Zheng Shifang shook his head at Chen Qingdi, his face full of disbelief.

"Yes, really."

"This condition is recorded in ancient medical texts. It can be treated,"

Chen Qingdi said.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of excitement appeared on Zheng Shifang’s perpetually calm face.

"Did you hear that, Mr. Situ Xian? My son can be saved!"

Zheng Shifang looked at Situ Xian, his face beaming with joy.

Situ Xian was also shocked. He turned to Chen Qingdi with a serious expression.

"Young man, are you speaking the truth?"

"Do you truly have a way to save Young Master Zheng?"

Situ Xian, however, remained calm as he watched Chen Qingdi.

"I do."

"It’s recorded in the ancient medical texts. This illness is called Green Spore Disease."

"It requires the Sixteen Immortal Needles to be treated,"

Chen Qingdi explained.

"And even after that, a series of follow-up treatments will be required for a full recovery."

"After all, the disease is already in its late stages. If I had arrived any later, it might have been untreatable."

"I wonder if my saying this helps you understand the gravity of the situation."

Chen Qingdi looked at Situ Xian and Zheng Shifang.

After listening, the two of them quickly nodded.

"I have heard of the Sixteen Immortal Needles."

"It is one of the dozens of Divine Needle Skills from the ancient medical texts, all of which have long been lost to time."

"Could it be, young man, that you know this lost Divine Needle Skill?"

Situ Xian stared at Chen Qingdi in utter disbelief.

"I do."

Chen Qingdi said nonchalantly.

Hearing Chen Qingdi say this, Situ Xian was even more astounded.

He could see that Chen Qingdi wasn’t old, not even thirty at most.

’To know the Sixteen Immortal Needles at such a young age...’

The Sixteen Immortal Needles required an injection of powerful True Energy as a prerequisite, placing extremely high demands on the practitioner.

’One must be at least in the Guiyuan realm.’

’And doctors who had reached the Guiyuan realm were exceedingly rare.’

"Are you a Martial Artist as well?"

"To perform any Divine Needle Skill, regardless of the specific technique, requires a powerful True Energy to drive it,"

Situ Xian said, looking at Chen Qingdi.

"I am."

Chen Qingdi nodded gently.

"Truly, the student surpasses the master. This time, I have truly witnessed an outstanding member of the younger generation."

Situ Xian was shocked, but also very pleased.

"You really know the Sixteen Immortal Needles?!"

Situ Xian still couldn’t quite believe it.

"I do."

Chen Qingdi nodded.

"If you truly know a lost Divine Needle Skill, then perhaps Young Master Zheng really can be saved,"

Situ Xian said.

Given who Situ Xian was, if he said there was a chance, then there truly must be a chance.

Therefore, upon hearing these words, Zheng Shifang, who had already lost all hope of curing his son, saw a glimmer of it once more.

"If you can truly save my son, I will honor every single one of my previous promises to you,"

Zheng Shifang declared.

"No problem at all,"

Chen Qingdi said with a smile and a nod.

"This room is too small, and your son’s body is covered in a pathogenic mist."

"The mist is toxic."

"And highly so."

"We should move your son outside."

"It will make it easier for me to perform the acupuncture, and besides, your son can’t remain bundled up like this. We need to let the toxic mist around him disperse properly,"

Chen Qingdi said.

"But if we move my son outside, won’t the vast green mist spread everywhere? That would be difficult to manage."

"It would pose a huge risk to everyone nearby,"

Zheng Shifang said.

"It’s no matter. I have my own methods. Since I am a Martial Artist with the strength of the Guiyuan realm, I can easily create a simple barrier to contain the green mist,"

Chen Qingdi replied.

"Very well."

Zheng Shifang could only nod in agreement.

"Old Su, are you there?"

Zheng Shifang called toward the door.

"I am."

A voice quickly answered from outside.

"If you’re there, get in here. Quickly,"

Zheng Shifang ordered.

Steward Su quickly trotted inside.

"What is it, sir?"

Steward Su asked.

"Call a few servants and have them carry the young master outside,"

Zheng Shifang commanded.

"Yes, I’ll see to it at once,"

Steward Su said.

With that, Steward Su departed.

More than ten minutes later, Steward Su returned with several Zheng Family servants.

They were all dressed in matching hazmat suits and wore gas masks, thoroughly prepared for the task.

The servants lifted Young Master Zheng and carried him outside.

In a corner of the backyard, a bed had already been prepared. It was surrounded by dense green plants, which might help block some of the green mist.

After Young Master Zheng was brought to the backyard, Chen Qingdi and the others followed.

As for Zhuge Yunduan, he had simply been dumped in the courtyard.

He had only inhaled a small amount of the green mist. It was poisonous, but not fatally so. He would wake up on his own soon enough, so no one paid him any attention.

Everyone’s primary concern now was Young Master Zheng’s condition.

Having heard that someone might be able to cure him, many of the Zheng Family servants ran over to get a look at the person who dared to make such a claim.

’If he fails, he probably won’t even make it out of the Zheng Family’s gates alive.’

After all, Patriarch Zheng doted on his son, as was evident from all the measures he had taken.

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