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Chapter 86 Trouble is brewing, but the doctor is spared (Third update, please continue reading)

"What insidious internal energy!"

Sensing the wisp of insidious true energy mixed with powerful energy, Gu Shaoan narrowed his eyes and his internal energy surged suddenly within his body.

It should be noted that Gu Shaoan's internal energy had been tempered by two types of Nine Yang Skills, making it extremely refined.

Although it has not yet transformed its internal energy into true qi, in terms of purity, it is by no means weaker than the true qi in the bodies of ordinary martial artists who are born with or without qi.

With twenty-two years of accumulated skill as a foundation and a degree of extreme yang energy, how could this wisp of yin and cold true energy possibly withstand it?

It almost instantly dissolved the hidden internal force that had invaded the fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Shaoan channeled his internal energy through his fingers into the little beggar's body, directly dispersing the two strands of true energy containing special power.

As the true energy of the plaster spread, the little beggar suddenly felt the raging pain in his body drop sharply, and even felt a warm sensation emerge in his body.

Then, Gu Shaoan raised his hand and used his internal force to forcefully suppress and seal the three types of internal force in the little beggar's body into his acupoints. Suddenly, he stood up, turned around, and struck out with his palm from behind the little beggar.

"puff--"

Under Gu Shaoan's palm strike, the little beggar could no longer suppress his anger and suddenly turned his head to spit out a small mouthful of dark red blood.

The blood clot fell to the ground, faintly emitting a foul and chilling stench, causing those nearby to gasp and retreat in alarm.

On the other hand, the little beggar felt light all over after spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The pain that had been stabbing my body subsided very quickly.

After slapping out the little beggar's pent-up energy, Gu Shaoan wrote down a prescription, then reached into his robes and pulled out a medicine bottle and a wax pill.

"The wax pills can be taken internally to dissolve the remaining true qi and residual energy in your body and repair your internal organs. The medicine in the bottle is a top-quality wound medicine. Crush it and apply it externally. After you are out of danger, get the medicine according to the prescription. After seven days of conditioning, you will be able to recover as usual."

Gu Shaoan's tone was normal, but he spoke a few minutes faster than when he was treating other patients.

[Accurate pulse diagnosis, Proficiency +5, Achievement Points +2]

[Accurate prescription, Proficiency +10, Achievement Points +5]

[Resolve internal injuries, Proficiency +30, Achievement Points +5]

It was clearly not an ordinary illness, and the little beggar had given Gu Shaoan significantly more proficiency and achievement points.

Seemingly understanding the implication in Gu Shaoan's words, the little beggar's gaze, which had been wandering around, finally returned to Gu Shaoan.

Looking at that handsome but obviously childish face, the little beggar's eyes flickered slightly, and he was momentarily lost in thought.

A few breaths later, the little beggar, having regained his senses, nodded heavily to Gu Shaoan.

"The kindness shown today will be repaid tomorrow."

After solemnly saying this, the little beggar picked up the prescription, wax pills, and elixirs that Gu Shaoan had placed on the table, quickly ran to the side, and soon disappeared into a small alley.

After the little beggar left, Zhou Zhiruo said with some uncertainty, "Junior brother, that girl seems to be in trouble."

Upon hearing this, Gu Shaoan nodded slightly, indicating, "We are here to provide free medical services. Just focus on prescribing medicine and treating patients. The rest is none of our business."

Just as Gu Shaoan and the others refocused their attention on the free clinic, neither Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Yan, nor Gu Shaoan noticed that a gaze was secretly shifting away from them.

After treating a few more people, Gu Shaoan looked up at the sky.

After estimating the time, Gu Shaoan slowly stood up and said to the remaining people, "Everyone, it is getting late, and we still need to return to our sect. From now on, I will come to Jiading Prefecture to provide free medical consultations for one day on the fifteenth of each month. If anyone needs help, please come here to wait."

After saying this, Gu Shaoan ignored the pleas of the others around him to stay, and after leaving his belongings at the wonton shop with Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, he led his horse out of the city.

Indecisiveness leads to disaster.

There are over 100,000 permanent residents in Jiading Prefecture.

As the news spreads throughout the day, more and more people will come specifically for the "free medical consultation."

Gu Shaoan was all alone, and if this continued, he wouldn't be able to do anything else each day.

With limited manpower, this is all Gu Shaoan can do.

As the sun sets, it paints the outlines of the Emei Mountains in a deep golden-purple hue.

Just ten miles from Mount Emei, the three dismounted and strolled slowly along the mountain path, enjoying the beautiful evening scenery.

Although they were quite tired from today's free clinic, the three of them were young and energetic. In addition, the good deed of providing free medical services made Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan, who were doing good deeds for the first time, feel particularly satisfied.

Even on the way back to the mountain, it did not feel tired at all, but instead chirped like a lark.

Gu Shaoan then summoned his own control panel.

[Secondary Profession: Physician (Advanced) - Current Proficiency: 1430/100000]

Current Achievement Points: 308

In one day, not only did my proficiency in the physician's secondary profession increase by a thousand points, but I also gained three hundred achievement points.

The number of achievement points alone is equivalent to what Gu Shaoan usually earns in ten days.

The harvest was undeniably bountiful.

Unfortunately, like today's free clinic, once a month is just right.

Otherwise, one's energy and focus will inevitably go astray, affecting one's cultivation.

About ten miles from the gate of Mount Emei, at a bend in the mountain road with steep cliffs on both sides and lush trees, the sound of dense and rapid hoofbeats suddenly came from behind, shattering the tranquility of the mountains.

"Tap tap tap—!"

The sound of horses' hooves echoing on the hard mountain road reverberated through the valley, clear and distinct, yet carrying a distinct sense of urgency.

Gu Shaoan frowned slightly, his hand holding the reins tightened imperceptibly, but he did not stop walking. He simply turned slightly to the side, his gaze calmly directed towards the direction from which the sound of hooves came from behind him.

Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan also looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Looking out, one could see that about twenty feet away, dust was rising as five strong horses galloped towards them like a whirlwind.

Watching the five people urging their horses to gallop at full speed, Gu Shaoan narrowed his eyes and pulled the two women beside him back a few steps.

Suddenly, Gu Shaoan grabbed her hand, and Yang Yan was startled for a moment. But when her view was blocked by the horse in front of her, Yang Yan immediately realized that Gu Shaoan intended to pull them back.

They used two horses as a barrier to block the three of them.

"Senior Brother Gu is indeed cautious."

After a sigh of relief, Yang Yan seemed to finally feel the warmth coming from her hand.

Looking down at Gu Shaoan holding her hand, Yang Yan's eyes flashed, and she was momentarily lost in thought.

Soon, in just a few breaths, the group of people galloping away on horseback in the distance were closer to Gu Shaoan and his two companions.

Gu Shaoan could now clearly see the appearances of the five people.

They were five men of different builds, all dressed in tight-fitting gray-black outfits.

They all looked to be in their thirties.

What is striking is that each of them carries a long, narrow, heavy, dark wooden box on their backs, resembling a zither case, but more ancient and sturdy than an ordinary zither case, exuding an unsettling sense of heaviness.

This caused Gu Shaoan's mind to race as he tried to deduce the identities of the five people by examining the instrument cases they carried.

A few breaths later, when the distance between the two sides was less than two zhang, the horses under the five men still did not slow down.

As Gu Shaoan raised his eyes, the moment his gaze met the eyes of the group, he sensed their intent and their eyes, as if they had found prey, confirmed his target. Gu Shaoan's expression hardened.

"No, these guys are coming for us."

Sensing something was wrong, Gu Shaoan pulled Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan back a few steps, while his inner strength circulated rapidly in his dantian, and his right hand was already resting on the hilt of his sword, ready to strike.

Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan noticed Gu Shaoan's reaction and realized that something was wrong.

The lightheartedness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a more serious expression.

Almost as soon as Gu Shaoan and his companions became wary, the five men on horseback pulled on their reins, instantly surrounding them and blocking their path. The horses neighed and snorted as they came to a stop.

The leader of the five was a middle-aged man of medium build, with a sallow complexion and sharp eyes like a hawk.

He looked down at Gu Shaoan and the other two with a gaze as cold as an icicle. When he saw the small but clear Emei emblem on Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo's clothes, his eyes paused slightly, a hint of barely perceptible apprehension flashing across them, but it was quickly replaced by anxiety and a trace of ruthlessness.

"Young man, can the three of you set up a free clinic outside the west gate of Jiading City today?"

The questioning was aimed directly at Gu Shaoan.

Faced with the question, Gu Shaoan remained calm and said in a clear voice, "Indeed, may I ask what advice you gentlemen may offer?"

As he spoke, Gu Shaoan glanced at the hands of the five men and noticed that although they had not drawn their weapons, their knuckles were thick and their veins were prominent on the backs of their hands. In particular, the calluses on their fingertips and palms were unusually thick, indicating that they were people who had been dealing with musical strings or some kind of special weapon for many years.

As his thoughts raced, Gu Shaoan had already guessed the identities of these people.

Looking across the martial world, the only sect that carries a guqin (a seven-stringed zither) with them when traveling, and whose members have calluses from years of practice, is the Tianlong Sect, a force active in the Xinyang Prefecture area of ​​the Great Wei.

"Hmph! Enough with the nonsense!"

Just then, a man with high cheekbones and a sinister look standing next to the sallow-faced man shouted, "Speak! Did that brat surnamed Huang come to see you for treatment? Where did she go?"

His tone was filled with undisguised impatience and hostility, and the violin case on his back rose and fell slightly with his rapid breathing.

A girl surnamed Huang? Gu Shaoan knew perfectly well what was going on, and the first person he thought of was that little beggar in the city.

"That girl surnamed Huang, from the Tianlong Sect, is on the hunt."

Combining the scattered pieces of information, Gu Shaoan had a sudden inspiration.

Gu Shaoan's mind raced, but his face remained calm, even revealing a perfectly appropriate hint of confusion.

"I have treated nearly a hundred patients today, men, women, young and old. May I ask what the 'young lady surnamed Huang' you are referring to looks like? How old is she? What are her characteristics?"

His words were watertight; he admitted to seeing the patient but blurred the specific individual among the vast number of patients. This was the safest way to protect himself and make excuses.

"Bullshit!" The gloomy man had a fiery temper. Seeing that Gu Shaoan was not cooperating, he flew into a rage and pressed down on the clasp of the violin case behind his back.

"Don't try to fool me. That little bitch is covered in injuries and dressed like a beggar. I've already asked her; she asked you to treat her half an hour ago. Tell me, where is she now?"

Gu Shaoan's expression remained unchanged: "Since you have already inquired, you will naturally know that we are providing free medical consultations today. When facing patients, we do not ask about their identity or where they came from; we simply take their pulses and prescribe medicine. If you are looking for someone, you have indeed come to the wrong person."

The cunning man's face darkened slightly, clearly dissatisfied with Gu Shaoan's answer.

At this moment, a relatively short, shrewd-looking man among the five leaned close to the yellow-faced leader's ear and spoke in a low voice, but it still reached Gu Shaoan's ears clearly with his five senses.

“Senior Brother Ma, we are less than ten miles from Emei. Judging from the emblems on their clothes, they are indeed Emei disciples. If we take action by force, it might cause some trouble if the Emei sect finds out.”

"What are you afraid of!" Another man with a goatee and carrying a zither case sneered. "Didn't you hear the message from the hall master? The Heavenly Demon Zither and the Heavenly Dragon Eight-Tone Chart are probably in that little bitch's hands. If she gets away, or if the things fall into someone else's hands, you and I will both be skinned alive when we get back."

"They're just three greenhorn brats from Emei. We've already dealt with those people who were questioning us in the city. Even if we kill them, who will know it was us? Besides, that kid's reaction was too calm. He must know something. Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. Let's capture him and interrogate him first."

Gu Shaoan heard it clearly.

Based on the information revealed in their conversation, Gu Shaoan was basically certain of the beggar's identity.

Huang Xuemei, the Six-Fingered Demon of the Qin, ten years later.

"The fact that Huang Xuemei is here and is being hunted means that something has just happened at Tianlongmen and that Mr. Six Fingers of Tianlongmen is dead."

But soon, after learning that the group had dealt with the people who were questioning him in the city, Gu Shaoan's eyes flashed.

At the same time, the yellow-faced leader surnamed Ma, listening to his companion's words, replaced the last trace of concern on his face with ferocity. His eyes locked onto Gu Shaoan like a venomous snake, and his voice rose coldly: "Boy! Honestly confess about that little bitch, or your identities as Emei disciples won't be enough to save your lives!"

Gu Shaoan frowned and said, "As I have already said, today's trip was just a free clinic, and I did not have much interaction with that beggar. Many people in the city who receive medical treatment can testify to that."

After a pause, Gu Shaoan continued, "Furthermore, according to the rules of the martial arts world, 'the calamity does not extend to healers.' This is a universally accepted belief in the martial arts world, and is observed by both the righteous and the wicked. Do you gentlemen intend to do such a despicable thing in public and break this rule that has been passed down for thousands of years?"

Martial artists are human, and human beings are susceptible to injuries and illnesses.

Injuries to martial artists often involve internal energy, unique martial arts techniques, or poisons, unlike injuries to ordinary people.

Once injured, even ordinary doctors and physicians cannot cure the injury.

Therefore, physicians who can heal martial artists are rare in the martial arts world.

No one can guarantee that they will not suffer internal injuries or poisoning one day in the future.

Furthermore, those skilled in medicine in the martial arts world often have extensive connections. When the time comes, they can easily summon a bunch of experts to hunt you down. Wouldn't you be afraid?

Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, no one will casually harass a healer.

Over time, the principle of "not punishing doctors" has become a generally accepted rule.

Some time ago, it was heard that Granny Jin Hua had killed Hu Qingniu and his wife, the physicians of the Ming Cult's Butterfly Valley. The Ming Cult was shaken, and tens of thousands of disciples searched everywhere for her. Some masters who had previously owed Hu Qingniu and his wife favors also went around looking for Granny Jin Hua.

This left Granny Jin Hua feeling like a stray dog, forcing her to flee overseas.

This matter is common knowledge.

This is also why Gu Shaoan discovered that the beggar still attacked even after his body was infused with true energy.

Upon hearing this, the man surnamed Ma said with a disdainful look, "The rules of the martial arts world are for the living. Once you're dead, there are no rules at all. Besides, what kind of doctor are you, a little kid?"

"I'll ask you one last time, will you tell me or not?"

He threatened him sharply, his murderous intent fully revealed.

The other four also stared at Gu Shaoan with hostile eyes.

However, the two men who had just been encouraging the man surnamed Ma couldn't help but glance at Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Yan beside Gu Shaoan, a hint of excitement flashing in their eyes.

Clearly, the previous encouragement was not so purely motivated.

Faced with the other party's undisguised killing intent and threat, Gu Shaoan took a deep breath.

"Since you insist on pressing me for an answer, then I..."

As he spoke, Gu Shaoan's face showed a hint of helplessness and a momentary fear, as if he was genuinely frightened by the way the others were acting, which made the five people in front of him sneer inwardly.

However, just as he uttered the word "I", Gu Shaoan suddenly sprang up.

Without warning, without any unnecessary movements, the immense internal energy within his body instantly erupted to its peak. With a slight shift in his footing, true energy flowed into his toes, and his figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, not retreating, but charging straight ahead, his target the Tianlong Sect disciple surnamed Ma on horseback.

With his lightness skill fully activated and his powerful internal energy propelling him, Gu Shaoan's step was incredibly fast. Before his afterimage had even faded, he had already covered a distance of ten feet. The air seemed to be torn open by his sudden acceleration, producing a sharp, short tearing sound!

The Tianlongmen disciple surnamed Ma and his companions never expected that this seemingly handsome and refined young man, who had always been arguing with reason, would dare to suddenly launch an attack despite being surrounded and pressured by the five of them.

Even more unexpected was the incredible speed he possessed!
Startled and enraged, the Tianlong Sect disciple surnamed Ma reacted swiftly, stomping his right foot as he prepared to use his lightness skill to retreat.

On one hand, it was premeditated, and on the other hand, it was completely unprepared.

Not to mention that the distance between the two sides was only about ten feet.

Almost the instant the Tianlongmen disciple surnamed Ma's right foot touched the ground, Gu Shaoan had already closed in to within three feet of him.

The right hand, which had been resting loosely on the hilt of the sword, transformed into a blurry shadow at this moment.

"Chong-"

A clear and resonant sword cry, like the roar of a dragon and the cry of a phoenix, suddenly tore through the twilight in the mountains.

Under the dim sunlight, a stunningly beautiful glint of snowflakes bloomed and then brushed across his neck.

Immediately afterward, Gu Shaoan's feet did not stop. His figure spun sideways like a ghost. Using the momentum from rushing forward, drawing his sword, and killing someone, his sword movements were as smooth as flowing water. After a wonderfully exquisite twist of his wrist, he...

The chilling sword blade drew a sharp, unparalleled arc in mid-air, grazing the neck of the hot-tempered, ruthless man who had been the first to shout, before piercing the throat of the third person beside him.

The tip of the sword emerged from the force of the impact, with an inch of the tip protruding from the outside.

But in an instant, it quickly retracted as Gu Shaoan drew his sword, making a "hiss" sound and sending a spray of blood blooming in the air. The blood was bright red and, under the sunlight, it had a bewitching beauty.

(End of this chapter)