The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine - Chapter 573 - Chapter 573: Chapter 573: Healing Wounds

Chapter 573: Chapter 573: Healing Wounds
 

Faced with Ying Chong’s provocation, Ying Xiao found it hard to retaliate.

Yes, during the Martial Meetings, in terms of martial power, Ying Xiao’s line was always inferior to Ying Chong’s line.

That’s because the existence of Ying Qingfeng at the level of a young master was considerable. Moreover, within Ying Chong’s line, aside from Ying Qingfeng, the other clansmen were not weak either. Overall, they were slightly stronger than the clansmen from Ying Xiao’s line.

In past Martial Meetings, Ying Xiao could still put on a show relying on Ying Aotian. But this year, Ying Aotian was disabled amid calamity, which added insult to injury.

Ying Xiao involuntarily looked at Huang Xiaolong. He noticed his son-in-law looking indifferent, a lack of fighting spirit in his eyes, and murmured to himself, ‘My son-in-law is a rare and unique individual. He definitely possesses some hidden skills, at least he’s an ancient martial arts Grandmaster. However, he probably can’t contend with Ying Qingfeng. Well, it’s better to concede at the Martial Meeting than let my precious son-in-law get hurt by my elder brother Ying Chong’s line.’

“Dear nephew Aotian, during past Martial Meetings, you held high spirits, only slightly inferior to my son Qingfeng. But this year, you can only struggle to survive.” Ying Chong provocatively mocked Ying Xiao and then started to ridicule Ying Aotian.

Ying Aotian, being an extremely ambitious person endued when his wounds were poked in public, leaving his eyes burning and heart bleeding. “Uncle, Aotian will never forget your ‘great kindness’ in leaving me in this state. I probably can’t exact my revenge in this life, but even if I become a vengeful spirit in the next, I’ll haunt you forever.”

Ying Aotian voiced a curse.

“A piece of garbage still dares to talk back?” Ying Qingfeng sneered. “Cousin Aotian, face the reality. We, the Ying family, are an ancient martial arts family. Us feeding a waste like you is only a waste of food. Are you not ashamed? If I were you, I would have already left the family. You really have no shame!”

“You!” Ying Aotian’s face turned black.

“Hahahaha~~~” At this time, Huang Xiaolong released a roar of laughter.

All eyes turned to Huang Xiaolong once again.

“Well… my uncle here was struck by a poisonous attack, which resulted in his entire body’s True Qi entangled with the deadly poison, stagnant like dead water.” Huang Xiaolong joked lightly. “However, I promised my dear uncle that I’d cure him of this poison, restoring his cultivation to its former glory… and I’ll do it today.”

Huang Xiaolong spoke lightly, as if curing Ying Aotian was just a trivial matter to him.

“Son-in-law! Can Aotian’s poison injury be healed?” Ying Xiao trembled with excitement.

Ying Aotian himself was somewhat choked up. “Brother-in-law… you… can you really?”

The Elder Group and the Family Head comPletely excited.

Keep in mind, the Ying Family is one of the top ten ancient martial families. The younger generation in the family only has Ying Qingfeng to stand out, which isn’t enough. The more geniuses, the better.

Ying Aotian, as the second genius of this generation, was subordinated to Ying Qingfeng. Being disabled caused a great loss to the family, which can hardly be compensated.

If Huang Xiaolong could cure Ying Aotian, it would be a great achievement!

“The old man declares a temporary pause in the Martial Meeting!” The Family Head looked directly at Huang Xiaolong. “Firstly, let our grandson-in-law cure Aotian!”

“Grandpa, is it necessary? Even the elder from the Bian family has personally diagnosed and treated the poison injury of cousin Aotian. It’s incurable, there’s no need to waste time, is there?” Ying Qingfeng complained.

At this moment, Bian Muyan also stood up. “Elders of the Ying family, hear me out. I’ve been studying medicine since I was a child, and I am fairly talented in the medical arts. I’m particularly proficient in treating internal and poison injuries. I’ve observed brother Aotian’s complexion… I’m not going to hide it, the poison that hit brother Aotian has seeped into his roots, it’s… indeed incurable. In this life, he can only live an ordinary life.”

At this remark, a solemn silence enveloped the scene.

Bian Muyan, the leading prodigy of the Bian Family, a mischievous, extraordinary gentleman, a divine medical practitioner, stated that Ying Aotian couldn’t be healed. Therefore, naturally, he couldn’t be healed.

After pausing for a while, Bian Muyan looked down on Huang Xiaolong with disdain. “How are you going to heal him? Can’t you see the poison has already infiltrated into Brother Aotian’s core bones, meridians, Dantian, entangled and solidified utterly with his True Qi? To heal him, all True Qi has to be abandoned, and various types of pills need to be consumed before martial arts can be practiced again after several years. However, it is unknown whether he can become a grandmaster again when he resumes practice, as he will do so with a crippled body.”

“Hehe, you’re absolutely correct,” Huang Xiaolong surprisingly admitted to Bian Muyan’s statement. “If my elder brother-in-law was treated within three hours of being wounded by a poisonous attack, the toxin could have been removed with the help of acupuncture and medication implemented by nationally renowned healers. However, he missed the best time for treatment, and it was too late since he sought medical help after several days. Currently, my elder brother-in-law’s True Qi is entangled with poisonous gases, the poison and his strength inseparable, deep into his bone marrow… healing is impossible. Even the long-lost divine acupuncture skills would be useless.”

“It seems you have some understanding of medical principles,” Bian Muyan proclaimed arrogantly. “However, since you know that it’s too late to make a difference, why do you keep saying that you can cure Brother Aotian? Are you mocking us?”

In fact, Huang Xiaolong’s statements were contradictory.

On one hand, he vowed to cure Ying Aotian before the Martial Arts Conference. On the other hand, he stated that Ying Aotian had missed the best time for treatment and healing was impossible.

Whispers of private discussions could be heard from surrounding audience members and the Elder Group.

Like an echoing silence, Ying Aotian’s heart also plummeted, but being a broad-minded person, he managed a smile at Huang Xiaolong. “Brother-in-law, if it can’t be cured, so be it. Maybe this setback was predestined.”

“Hahaha~~~ I was talking about other people not being able to heal you. Acupuncture, medication, they all are useless in curing you. But I can heal you,” Huang Xiaolong laughed.

“Hmm~~ family head, today I want to treat elder brother-in-law, do I have everyone present here cooperate fully?” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes flicked a crafty smile.

“Yes! For Aotian is the cornerstone of our Ying family, with a bright future, but currently suffering a disaster. If he could be healed and his abilities restored, our Ying Family is ready to pay any price!” The Family Head’s voice thumped vigorously. “Son-in-law, what type of cooperation do you require from the clan members? Just say it!”

“Good, this is good! Now, I need the Ying Chong branch to cooperate with me in healing elder brother-in-law.” Huang Xiaolong looked teasingly at Ying Qingfeng and others.

“Outrageous! How can we cooperate? We don’t even understand medicine!” Ying Chong instantly shook his head.

“Er.. don’t worry, I won’t get you into trouble. What are you afraid of? It’s just a little cooperation.” Huang Xiaolong said earnestly. “Unwilling? Do you wish my elder brother-in-law to live a disabled life forever? There’s no need, we’re all family. Why do this? Don’t you have a conscience?”

The faces of Ying Chong and his clan members turned ugly under Huang Xiaolong’s provocation.

“Son Chong, cooperate with our son-in-law,” the Family Head ordered.

“Don’t worry, if it can’t be cured, he’s just bluffing,” Bian Muyan murmured.

“Dad, let’s cooperate with him, let’s see what he can do.” Ying Qingfeng sneered dismissively, then spoke loud enough for Huang Xiaolong to hear. “Okay, if you want our clan to cooperate with you, we can. But what if you can’t cure Ying Aotian? Hmm… how about this, if you can’t cure him, the scroll of the Six Meridian Divine Sword belongs to our clan for safekeeping. If other branches want to practice, they must obtain father’s consent. How about it? If you agree, everyone in our clan will cooperate fully!”

Ying Chong’s eyes sparkled. “Good son! Truly a matchless strategist!”

“Father, the scroll of the Six Meridian Divine Sword will be ours!” Ying Qingfeng murmured low.