Ultimate Village Doctor

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Early the next morning.

Long Xiaoshan got up from his bed, feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

Looking at Chun Tao, who was still deep in sleep, Long Xiaoshan tenderly kissed her forehead and got out of bed without making a sound.

Long Xiaoshan stepped out of the small building, reflecting on yesterday's battle with Yu Cheng, which had been incredibly enlightening. Although Yu Cheng was no match for him, his strength was not weak, especially when he burst forth in power, almost reaching the Profound Level.

Had his Longevity Art True Qi not been more robust than Yu Cheng's Inner Strength, the outcome of their fight might have been uncertain. Now, as he contemplated the battle, he absorbed much experience from it.

After all, the combat between martial artists is different from that of ordinary people.

Becoming a truly supreme warrior, Long Xiaoshan still had a long way to go.

Long Xiaoshan found a flat surface and practiced a set of punches, and after finishing his routine,

"Dragon Head," a voice came.

Long Xiaoshan turned his head and saw Zhou Yushan, dressed in a Zhongshan suit and looking like a university professor, with Patriarch Hai standing behind him, folding his hands and smiling, "President Zhou."

"A moment in the spring night is worth a thousand gold, Dragon Head, you are up so early," Zhou Yushan said with a slight smile.

"It's a habit," Long Xiaoshan said, "You're up pretty early as well, President Zhou."

"Haha, I'm getting old, my sleep isn't great," Zhou Yushan said.

"It's not that your sleep isn't great, it's that your brain is sick," Long Xiaoshan said with a glance.

"..." Zhou Yushan's face darkened.

Even Patriarch Hai, standing behind him, had a flash of anger across his face and a vein bulging on his forehead; if not for the fear of Long Xiaoshan's formidable strength, he would have taken the opportunity to teach him a lesson.

"Dragon Head is joking,"

Zhou Yushan laughed dryly twice, barely holding back his anger.

As the richest man in Hechuan, even the mayor was extremely polite to him; nobody had ever dared to humiliate him to his face before.

"Your brain really is sick," Long Xiaoshan said again.

"Shut your mouth!"

Patriarch Hai bellowed angrily, "Even if you are the Dragon Head, you cannot insult people like this. Besides, Yushan is so much older than you. Could it be you think you can do whatever you want just because of your martial strength?"

"Uncle Hai!" Zhou Yushan's face changed dramatically, and he quickly held back Patriarch Hai, apologizing to Long Xiaoshan, "Dragon Head, Uncle Hai meant no harm, please don't blame him."

Zhou Yushan knew that martial artists were decisive killers.

Moreover, from yesterday's battle in the arena, it was clear that Long Xiaoshan was no kind-hearted soul; he was merciless in killing.

He feared that Long Xiaoshan might rise in fury and commit murder then and there.

Uncle Hai had been helping the Zhou Family since he was young, a protector who had shielded him from numerous assassinations. Without Uncle Hai, he might have died several times over; thus, though officially a servant, he regarded Uncle Hai as close as kin.

Seeing Uncle Hai curse Long Xiaoshan, Zhou Yushan was extremely anxious.

Although Uncle Hai possessed the strength of the Early Huang Stage, he probably could not withstand even a single finger from Long Xiaoshan.

"A gentleman can be killed but not insulted. Yushan, don't plead for me. Even if I die today, I will not bow to him," Zhang Hai shouted.

Long Xiaoshan touched his nose.

Looking at one with a flushed face and neck, and the other in fearful earnest,

Long Xiaoshan shook his head and sighed, "When I said your brain was sick, I meant there has been a pathological change in your brain's blood vessels. Have you been experiencing frequent pains in the left side of your brain lately? Struggling to sleep, and occasionally suffering from dizziness?"

Zhou Yushan was stunned, "How do you know that?"

"I can tell," Long Xiaoshan replied.

Zhou Yushan was shocked. This issue had indeed plagued him for some time now, but he had suffered from migraines since he was young and they were incurable – just more frequent of late.

That Long Xiaoshan could pinpoint his symptoms with one look astonished Zhou Yushan greatly.

"You should get it checked out properly. If you delay any further, I'm afraid your life won't be long,"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

After Long Xiaoshan spoke, he turned and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Zhou Yushan stood still, his face unsettled, as Patriarch Hai said, "Yushan, could that young man be tricking you? He's so young, how could he diagnose your brain issues with just a glance?"

Although Zhou Yushan thought the same, watching Long Xiaoshan's retreating figure, he still felt a bit uneasy.

Never mind, it wouldn't hurt to get a check-up for some peace of mind.