CHAPTER 990: CHAPTER 990: IF YOU’RE SO SKILLED, GO HEAL SECOND YOUNG MASTER JUN’S LEGS

"Are you talking about that drunkard?"

"Huh? How do you know?" Qing Yi felt more and more that this person was a bit strange.

Even though he’d just arrived a couple of days ago, it seemed like he knew a lot about Wu Garden.

"...I heard it from Xiao’ai."

"Oh." Qing Yi nodded and continued, "Even though he’s called a drunkard, he rarely gets drunk. He learned medicine from his master since childhood, and he’s even more skilled than many old doctors in the big hospitals."

"Indeed, his qualifications are pretty good. Next time we meet, I could give him a few pointers."

After all, he did save his life. If it weren’t for his unsuitable status, he could have considered taking him as a disciple.

But that drinking habit really needs to change.

The last time he saw him, he could tell that the drunkard’s health was failing, with issues in his liver, spleen, and lungs.

He left for his old home without saying a word. Maybe he went to treat himself, not telling Qing Yi and the others probably just to keep them from worrying.

Feng Liyan had guessed correctly, but the drunkard’s situation was far worse than he imagined.

Feeling Qing Yi’s gaze fall on his face, Feng Liyan turned his head to look at him.

"What’s up?"

This kid, what kind of look is that?

"Hehe..." Qing Yi pulled the corners of his mouth, laughing insincerely a couple of times, then said, "I can’t believe you’re such an elegant and deep person, yet you’re pretty professional at bragging."

"What do you mean by that?" Feng Liyan raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Giving the drunkard pointers, why don’t you say if Hua Tuo and Bian Que were around, you’d consider taking them as disciples and have them call you master. Aren’t you afraid the drunkard will drag you into the operating room and dissect you for such big talk?" Qing Yi made a cutting gesture.

Feng Liyan laughed and didn’t mind.

"What, ran out of words after bragging too much?"

"What else is there to say?"

"Of course, say that you were wrong, shouldn’t brag. I’m telling you, the drunkard saved Xiaobai’s life."

"Alright, alright, I was wrong, shouldn’t have bragged." Feng Liyan obligingly agreed with Qing Yi, not arguing with him.

"Tch, I think you’re still a bit unconvinced."

"Hey, you kid, why do I always feel like you don’t quite like me?"

"How could I not? You look so pleasing, how could I dislike you?" Qing Yi scoffed.

"And you, you don’t look that much older than me, yet you always act all serious, calling me ’kid,’ and sometimes even talk like a scholar."

Watching Qing Yi’s endless chatter, Feng Liyan’s smile grew clearer, reaching even his eyes.

In his heart, he thought, if I tell you that this Medicine King is already 1,300 years old, would you just jump?

Feng Liyan found the image amusing just thinking about it.

"Heh..."

"What are you laughing at?" Qing Yi was puzzled by Feng Liyan’s sudden laugh.

"Nothing." Feng Liyan curbed his smile a little.

"If you’re really that capable, why don’t you heal the legs of the second young master of the Jun Family?" Qing Yi casually mentioned.

"Second young master of the Jun Family? Who?"

Another Jun Family member?

"Third Young Master’s cousin, the second young master of the Jun Family, born with a leg ailment, he’s been in a wheelchair for over twenty years, consumed who knows how many medicines and gone through so much without results, even the drunkard can’t help." Qing Yi shrugged, feeling a touch of sympathy and pity.

"That bastard’s brother? No thanks." Feng Liyan indicated he had no time to waste.

"Tch~"

Qing Yi didn’t expect such an unreliable-looking person as Feng Liyan to be more skilled than the drunkard, so he didn’t bother to say more unnecessary words.