Medical University Affiliated Hospital, Treatment Room.

This was the eleventh day Su Fan treated Li Guanyun, who was originally high paraplegic, and he could already sit on the hospital bed.

His hands and feet could already tremble slightly.

This, in ordinary patients, would already be another medical miracle.

However, Li Guanyun is not an ordinary patient; he is a Martial Arts Grandmaster with a deep foundation.

Even though he was paraplegic, his muscles had not atrophied or degenerated because his qi and blood were abundant.

After Su Fan gave his all to treat him, he also recovered very quickly.

At this moment, Li Guanyun was sitting on the bed, his face full of excitement.

Although they had already secretly negotiated with a national doctor sage to ask him to help treat Li Guanyun.

But the other party asked for a very high price and was not forthcoming.

Su Fan was different. Not only was his medical skill superb, but at this extremely critical time, he became their ally.

Unlike another national doctor sage, Su Fan did not make an excessive demand in this matter.

This made Li Guanyun and the other two Martial Arts Grandmasters have a good opinion of Su Fan.

It should be known, that adding flowers to the brocade is easy, but providing help in need is difficult!

Su Fan's help to them was undoubtedly the sentiment of providing help in time of need.

One silver needle after another continued to fall onto Li Guanyun's arms from Su Fan's hands.

While giving Li Guanyun acupuncture, Su Fan casually asked a question: "Why doesn't Mr. Li change back to the Wu surname?"

Li Guanyun replied without hesitation: "There are two reasons; one is to motivate myself not to forget the shame of the past."

"Another reason is that we haven't yet overthrown Wu Guangliang and others."

"When the old man regains control of the hidden Wu family, that will be the time for the old man to change back to the original surname."

Hearing this, Su Fan nodded slightly and did not continue the topic.

Instead, he said: "Mr. Li has a solid foundation, and within about twenty more days, you should almost recover gradually."

Li Guanyun sighed upon hearing this: "Divine Doctor Su is truly a rare genius seen once in a hundred years!"

"Not only is your martial arts profound, but your medical skills are also remarkable."

"In this year's Chinese Famous Doctors Competition, Divine Doctor Su will surely win the title of national doctor sage."

Su Fan smiled without saying much.

Because his goal was not just to win the title of a national doctor sage but to challenge the achievement of the four consecutive championships.

Which are the Sea Selection Champion, City-Level Champion, Provincial Champion, and National Champion.

Such a doctor will obtain an honor higher than that of a national doctor sage, being called the Number One Divine Doctor of China.

After finishing giving Li Guanyun acupuncture, Su Fan left the treatment room, allowing Li Guanyun to rest well.

At the same time, in the secretive Kuta Monastery, Dalai Master walked into his meditation room.

Dalai Master was approximately forty-five or forty-six years old, a middle-aged man who rarely smiles.

Martial artists have longer lifespans than ordinary people, so being forty-five or forty-six is no different from ordinary people being twenty-five or twenty-six.

When Dalai Master arrived at his meditation room, Mingfei immediately came forward to help him undress.

Shortly, he was only wearing casual clothes and sat cross-legged.

Fine beef and lamb, along with strong liquor, were soon served.

The secretive Kuta Monastery has no taboos, with the only precept being not to fall into the demonic path.

The definition of demons is very clear—all enemies of the monastery are demons; all opponents of the monastery are demons.

As Dalai and his Mingfei ate, his junior apprentice Dama walked in.

Dama pressed his hands together and saluted to Dalai.

Dalai did the same, pressing his hands together, and returned the gesture.

After Dama sat down, he straightforwardly asked: "What matter does Senior Brother want to discuss with me?"

Dalai picked up a piece of lamb with his hand and put it in his mouth.

At the same time, he looked at Dama and said: "My cultivation has reached a critical point, and I don't want to leave Kuta Monastery."