Peerless Little Immortal Doctor

"You've been eliminated!" As expected, Song Ze announced bluntly.

"It should have been this way long ago, letting that idiot disgrace traditional Chinese medicine!"

Song Ze's announcement really satisfied everyone, allowing the elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctors at the scene to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Be quiet!" Just then, the aged Song Lingzhen suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on Xia Liu.

"Master, what's going on?" Song Ze asked his master dumbfounded, completely unable to understand what was happening.

Having accompanied Song Lingzhen for many years, Song Ze felt his master's change even more.

Was the master excited because of the young man being assessed?

Like Song Ze, everyone else in the audience didn't understand either.

Song Lingzhen's gaze was too direct, his eyes were locked on Xia Liu—could he have seen something?

After the crowd quieted down, Song Lingzhen had Song Ze help him walk over to Xia Liu: "Young man, may I know your name?"

"Xia Liu."

"Where were you three years ago?"

"It's been too long; I've forgotten. I should have been wandering around Europe and America." Xia Liu thought for a moment; he really had forgotten.

Three years ago was precisely when he achieved the Minor Achievement of the Five Elements Mantra.

In a moment of impulsiveness, he snuck out while the old man wasn't paying attention and then started wandering through different countries in Europe and America.

Provoked by Song Lingzhen's question, Xia Liu grew even more certain that he had met him before.

But after a moment of recollection, he still could not remember.

"I know now! It was you!" Song Lingzhen suddenly became emotional, shouting and grabbing Xia Liu's hand with all his strength.

This...

Song Ze by his side was so scared that he couldn't utter a word.

Not just him—the audience's eyes widened in shock.

A prominent figure in the Huaxia traditional Chinese medicine community was showing such great emotion.

Not only that, he was also grabbing the hand of a young man spouting nonsense!

This was one thing, but him, who is he? Could this young man be an Immortal descended to the mortal world?

"Divine Doctor Song, don't fret; are you perhaps mistaking me for someone else?" Xia Liu said, unable to hold back a mix of tears and laughter.

What kind of impression had he left on this old man that made him so agitated?

"Divine Doctor Xia, please don't say that; in front of you, I'm not even worth a hair," Song Lingzhen said bitterly.

Whoosh!

Song Lingzhen's words once again shocked everyone.

He actually referred to Xia Liu as a Divine Doctor!

This was as absurd as a mute speaking or a blind man giving directions.

Amazing! Amazing! Amazing!

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Song Ze thought his master had gone senile and hurriedly tried to pull him away.

But he didn't dare to use too much force, and in the end, it was of no use.

"Divine Doctor Xia, you must have forgotten, three years ago, a wealthy man in France spent two hundred million U.S. dollars to invite famous doctors from around the world to his home," Song Lingzhen had still been able to walk and practice medicine at the time, so he went to France as a representative of Huaxia.

The cause of the event was the tycoon's wife contracting one of the terminal illnesses, cancer.

Moreover, it was a certain death sentence—leukemia!

Not many doctors went to the tycoon's house, because only those with international influence matched the tycoon's status.

That day, a light rain began to fall around the mansion, and everyone felt a dark cloud hanging over their hearts. Continue your journey on empire

For if the wealthy man's wife were not treated soon, she would die.

But no one had a solution, for it was leukemia!

Afflicted with such a condition, the only thing awaiting her was the Grim Reaper.

Just as everyone had given up hope, a black figure suddenly appeared.

Song Lingzhen vaguely remembered that the person was dressed in black, wearing a hat that concealed his face.

Upon appearing, the black-clad figure's first question was, "Will I really get two hundred million dollars if I cure her?"

What struck Song Lingzhen the most was that the man had spoken in the Huaxia language.

Because the wealthy man did not understand, Song Lingzhen even had an assistant translate.

After comprehending the black-clad figure's question, the rich man nodded frantically.

Then, with a casual wave of the black-clad figure's hand, a fine cloth floated in the air, and when that fine cloth landed on the table,

Only then did those present realize that silver needles had been embedded in the cloth.

And at that moment, those silver needles were all inserted into the body of the wealthy man's wife.

In less than ten minutes, the black-clad figure withdrew the silver needles, and the wealthy man's wife awoke, spitting out a mouthful of black blood before running straight into her husband's arms.

In the end, the black-clad figure took the money and left through the window, leaving behind many shocked onlookers.

"France? The wealthy man?" After receiving a hint, Xia Liu thought carefully.

All eyes in the room were intently fixed on Xia Liu, eager for his response.

"Are you talking about that woman with leukemia?" Xia Liu remembered. At that time, his skills in acupuncture had achieved minor success, and his inner spirit energy needed to be expended, so he just happened to pass by that castle, went in for a look, and left with two hundred million dollars.

"Wow! It really was you! Divine Doctor!" Upon hearing Xia Liu mention that woman, Song Lingzhen couldn't stand still any longer.

He grabbed Xia Liu's arm tightly again, and if not for Song Ze holding him back, he would have certainly knelt before Xia Liu.

Leukemia, cured in just ten minutes.

This was something not even Hua Tuo could achieve if he were alive.

"Master! Don't get too excited, take care of your health!" Song Ze was nearly scared to tears, for Song Lingzhen's body had become very weak with age.

He could pass away at any moment, and seeing him so excited, Song Ze was understandably anxious.

Xia Liu finally understood that Song Lingzhen had been in that castle back then.

No wonder he felt he had seen him somewhere before; who could remember so many people after just a quick glance around the room?

"Master, what exactly happened? Please tell me," Song Ze sneaked a few glances at Xia Liu, finding nothing particularly special about him and asked out of curiosity.

"Ze'er, do you remember my trip to France three years ago? The Divine Doctor from Huaxia I spoke of when I returned, that's the man you see before you, why aren't you paying your respects!" Song Lingzhen had brought a female disciple with him at that time, and upon his return, he shared all the details with his disciples.

Now, as Song Lingzhen declared Xia Liu to be the Divine Doctor from the castle in France, his legs went soft with shock.

"Divine Doctor Xia!" Song Ze helped his master up, bowing his head deeply.

This scene caused a commotion among the onlookers.

What was happening, what was going on!

If it had been Song Lingzhen's failing eyes before, what about Song Ze?

Could this young man whose language was hard to understand really be an unparalleled Divine Doctor?

They were baffled, utterly baffled.

But the doctors who had formerly looked down on Xia Liu now bowed their heads in respect.

If even doctors like Song Lingzhen and Song Ze called him a Divine Doctor, where would they find the face to speak ill?

"Divine Doctor Xia, with you here today, Huang Zhongcai's illness is definitely curable!" Song Lingzhen said excitedly, looking at Xia Liu with renewed hope.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

A Divine Doctor who could cure leukemia in ten minutes would surely find Huang Zhongcai's strange illness a piece of cake.

"I'll try my best, but Elder Song, just call me by my name. I'm not any Divine Doctor, just a common rural practitioner," Xia Liu replied.