Chapter 57: This Is the True Divine Doctor

Tang Xuan took out a pouch of silver needles.

Just seeing this, Liu Hao let out a mocking laugh.

"Traditional Chinese medicine?"

"Hahahahaha, you actually intend to cure a crippled disabled person using traditional Chinese medicine? What a joke."

"If I were you, I would just kneel down to me and not waste any time."

Tang Xuan did not even raise his head.

As Tang Xuan continuously applied the needles, the old beggar furrowed his brows.

"Doctor, why am I feeling a bit of pain?"

Tang Xuan smiled and said, "Pain is precisely what you should feel. Pain means sensation is returning."

The old beggar was stunned.

"Right, sensation!"

"I actually have sensation!"

"I can actually feel pain!"

The old beggar roared with excitement.

The onlookers were completely dumbfounded!

Although they were not doctors, they knew all too well what the ability to feel pain meant for a disabled person.

Liu Hao wore a sneering expression.

"Old beggar, stop pretending to act. How much money did he give you?"

"Aren't the two of you just putting on a mutual performance?"

"Whether it hurts or not, besides you, none of us know."

"Since you claim to be cured, you need to stand up first."

Prompted by Liu Hao's words, the onlookers snapped back to reality.

"That's right, whether it hurts or not, we can't feel it; it's all up to what he says."

"What if this is all an act? We wouldn't even know."

"Unless the old beggar stands up, he hasn't been cured."

Tang Xuan gave a faint smile.

This fellow certainly knew how to manipulate public sentiment.

However, what he intended to do was far more than just making the old beggar feel pain.

Tang Xuan did not practice medicine in the traditional sense.

Yet, the endless stream of Yellow Dragon Qi within his spiritual consciousness allowed him to cure any illness whatsoever.

Let alone a disability lasting over a decade, he could even heal congenital full-body paralysis.

This was not medical science; this was immortal art!

As time ticked by, the crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger.

Even those standing on the outer perimeter could not see what was happening inside and could only rely on the word-of-mouth accounts passed back from the inner circle.

"Someone actually wants to cure that old beggar?"

"No way."

"The old beggar has been crippled for over ten years and is completely beyond repair. How could he possibly be cured?"

"Just some ignorant young man who doesn't know his limits, insisting on making a bet with Liu Hao."

"He even hung up a sign proclaiming himself the peerless miraculous doctor. Young people these days are truly arrogant."

After about ten minutes, Tang Xuan began to withdraw the needles.

Liu Hao sneered disdainfully. "Why aren't you continuing? Ready to give up?"

"Someone like you, who treats traditional Chinese medicine as some kind of divine art, is truly hopelessly stupid."

"Do you think traditional Chinese medicine can cure every disease under the sun?"

Liu Hao held a deep-seated prejudice against traditional Chinese medicine; in his view, Western medicine reigned supreme.

Tang Xuan made a shushing gesture, signaling Liu Hao to shut his mouth.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is not a divine art; it is an immortal art."

"Hahahaha."

Liu Hao burst into belly-laughter.

Yet his laughter abruptly cut short.

The old beggar shakily stood up. Although his stance was still unsteady, his legs were clearly infused with strength.

"How is this possible!"

"Holy crap, the crippled beggar stood up!"

"Am I hallucinating? An old beggar crippled for over a decade can actually stand up and walk?"

The old beggar wore a look of utter disbelief.

He supported his legs with both hands and tentatively took a few steps forward.

"I can walk!"

"I can walk!"

"Hahahahahaha, I can actually walk."

The old beggar laughed toward the sky like a madman.

"I'm healed."

"I am healed."

"I'm actually healed."

The onlookers kept rubbing their eyes with their hands, unable to believe the scene unfolding before them.

Had they not all known that this old beggar had been crippled for over a decade, they would have certainly believed this was a staged conspiracy between the two.

"A miraculous doctor, a true miraculous doctor."

"This is the real miraculous doctor."

"He actually managed to cure someone crippled for over ten years."

The woman wearing the duck-tongue cap was likewise filled with disbelief, her features even draining of color in shock at what she witnessed.

Such an incredible feat had actually occurred.

The crowd began to surge with excitement.

"Miraculous doctor."

"Miraculous doctor."

"Miraculous doctor."

They began to shout, each of them expressing genuine admiration for Tang Xuan's medical skills.

"You are the true miraculous doctor of Junyang City."

"Liu Hao doesn't amount to a hill of beans."

"Liu Hao, hurry up and bow to him."

Witnessing this, Gan Kun took a deep breath.

Master Tang's move had instantly established his reputation and fame throughout Junyang City.

Yet he could not understand why Tang Xuan chose to do this.

To practice medicine and save the world?

How could someone of such formidable power ever care about the life and death of ordinary mortals?

Unless... he was entirely unlike other powerful beings.

Tang Xuan walked up to Liu Hao.

Liu Hao was already frozen in place.

He never expected that Tang Xuan could actually pull it off.

He desperately wanted to claim that all of this was fake, a deliberate scam orchestrated by Tang Xuan.

Yet such words would find no believers, even if spoken aloud.

Because the old beggar was a familiar figure to everyone in Junyang City; his crippled legs could never be faked.

"Bow."

Hearing Tang Xuan's command, Liu Hao's eyes flashed with boundless hatred.

He was the miraculous doctor of Junyang City, the undisputed figurehead of its medical community, only to have his thunder stolen by some unknown punk.

"In your dreams."

Dropping those three words, Liu Hao turned to leave.

Gan Kun immediately blocked his path.

"Liu Hao, you're a grown adult for crying out loud. Don't tell me you're planning to renege on your own words?"

Liu Hao glared coldly at Gan Kun.

"I advise you not to push things too far. I know who you are, but I am not afraid of you."

"My status in Junyang City and the influential figures I know surely don't need to be spelled out for you."

With a backer like Tang Xuan, Gan Kun had nothing to fear.

"Push things too far?"

"If Master Tang hadn't cured this old beggar, would you have let him off the hook?"

Naturally, Liu Hao would never have let him off; he would have made Tang Xuan pay a heavy price.

Gan Kun continued, "You wouldn't have spared him, so what's excessive about simply making you bow?"

"This was nothing more than a wager between the two of you."

"Everyone judge for yourselves, shouldn't he honor the terms of the bet?"

Gan Kun incited the onlookers to join in the clamor.

The crowd instantly surged with fervor.

"He should!"

"Liu Hao, don't even think about running away."

"Hurry up and bow, stop making a fool of yourself."

"A wager is a wager; you can't just refuse to acknowledge it."

Pressured by the collective force of the crowd, escaping unscathed was virtually impossible for Liu Hao.

He stared fixedly at Tang Xuan.

"Do you really expect me to bow? Do you have any idea what the consequences of offending me will be?"

Tang Xuan maintained an aura of serene detachment.

"Forget about bowing; even if you were to kneel before me, I could easily bear it."

Liu Hao clenched his fists so tightly he wished he could strip Tang Xuan of his skin and tendons.

"Hurry up and bow."

"Stop wasting everyone's time."

"If you don't bow, we won't let you leave."

Liu Hao bent at the waist and bowed toward the sign of the peerless miraculous doctor.

"Young man, we will meet again."

"If there's one thing I am not afraid of, it is being threatened."