34: Chapter 34: Please come back!

34: Chapter 34: Please come back!

“Xiao Feng, no more talking!” The elderly man turned back to the youth and spoke a sentence, then turned his head toward Zhou Lao Yezi and said, “Lao Zhou, the young Divine Doctor’s composure is truly rare.”

“Qin Han is absolutely an extraordinary individual!”

After Qin Han changed his clothes, he came out and sat in front of the consultation desk, gesturing with his hand, “Sit!”

The elderly man sat across from Qin Han, cooperatively stretching out his right hand and placing it on the pillow, Qin Han was about to take the elder’s pulse when Xiao Feng behind him spoke up again.

“Wait a moment!”

Qin Han looked up somewhat surprised and spoke lightly, “What is it?”

“There are too many people here with prying eyes, better to go to the inner chamber!” Xiao Feng’s expression was stern as he looked at Qin Han and spoke, his tone carried an authoritative command, with no room for negotiation.

“There is no need!” Qin Han continued to reach out to take the elder’s pulse.

“No way!” The youth exclaimed lightly and reached out to block the hand that Qin Han was using to take the pulse.

Just as the youth thought he could easily block Qin Han’s hand, his expression changed dramatically.

Qin Han’s hand moved along an unusually tricky trajectory, easily dodging his hand and firmly landing on the elder’s pulse.

“You!”

The youth’s face reddened slightly, and he made another move, clearly increasing his force, his sharp movements accompanied by a whooshing sound as he struck at Qin Han.

Upon seeing the youth’s behavior, Number 3 rose to step forward but noticed Qin Han gesturing with his left hand from behind to stay still.

He reluctantly halted.

Zhou Lao Yezi was full of anxiety; he knew the youth’s skills well.

As the personal bodyguard to the elder, he was fiercely loyal, only his temperament was truly headache-inducing.

“Snap!”

When everyone thought Qin Han was at a disadvantage, suddenly a light sound was heard.

It turned out Qin Han had firmly grasped the youth’s pulse point, and without seeming to exert much force, he sent the youth flying away.

After landing, the youth rolled and stood up, undamaged but with a look of total shock in his eyes.

He was well aware of his own abilities—although he hadn’t used his full strength, it was more than an ordinary person could handle, not to mention his own weight of 170 or 180 pounds.

Thrown away just like that?

It wasn’t only the youth who was stunned; apart from Number 3, everyone was in shock.

Especially Zhou Lao Yezi and Zhou Wenfeng, they hadn’t expected Qin Han to also be a martial arts expert.

“Care to try again?” Qin Han said coolly.

The youth didn’t move and just said coldly, “Do you know who he is?”

“In my eyes, there are only patients.

Even if the emperor came, he would be no different from the common people in my eyes.”

“Good!

Good!

Good!

That’s the way it should be!

Young brother, you truly have the demeanor of a noble family.” The elderly man who had yet to speak suddenly spoke up loudly.

“Old sir, the trial is over, do you still want to treat your illness?

I don’t have much time to accompany you in playing dumb here.” Qin Han withdrew his right hand and looked at the elderly man indifferently.

“Treat!”

Qin Han once again placed his right hand on the pulse of the elder, and after a while, his brow furrowed slightly; although he quickly returned to a calm demeanor, the elder caught the fleeting concern.

“Young brother, it’s alright if it can’t be cured.

Even the Vice Sect Leader of the Holy Medicine Sect was at a loss; perhaps only the missing Sect Leader of the Holy Medicine Sect has a way.” The elder seemed to be quite accepting, showing no sign of disappointment.

“The other hand.” Qin Han did not respond to the elder’s words but asked him to switch to the other hand.

After placing his hand on the elder’s pulse for a while, Qin Han looked up and said to Number 3, “Number 3, you and Zhou Lao Yezi stay.

Everyone else, please step out for a moment.”

“Yes!”

The youth gave Qin Han a glance, then looked at the elder but did not move.

“If I wanted to kill him, ten of you here would be useless,” Qin Han said without even lifting his head.

“You!”

The elder nodded at the young man, who then left the room in a huff.

“Regret it?” Qin Han suddenly said something off-topic.

“What’s there to regret?

If I had to do it all over again, I would make the same choice,” the elder said with a smile, open and unapologetic.

Zhou Lao and Number 3 looked at the two men, puzzled by the riddle they seemed to be speaking in.

“Please go back!” Qin Han suddenly smiled.

“Xiao Qin, even you can’t do anything?” Zhou Lao stood up quickly from his seat when he heard Qin Han speak, his body trembling slightly.

“Xiao Zhou, this is fate!” The elder didn’t seem discouraged by Qin Han’s words and maintained a calm tone, as if he had already anticipated this outcome.

“Mr.

Qin, there’s really nothing that can be done?” Number 3 also spoke up with a hint of regret in his voice.

“Hmm?” The elder was surprised that Number 3 would care about his own health.

“I know you!” Number 3’s eyes were filled with complexity, and, surprisingly, his tone held a measure of respect.

“Oh?

No wonder; I thought so.

From the moment I walked in, I felt a familiar aura about you,” the elder nodded to himself, thought for a moment, and continued, “Young man, I won’t ask about your past, but I just want to say that no matter what wrongs you’ve suffered, for the sake of national interest, the country had to act this way.”

“I know, and I’ve never complained!” Number 3 said solemnly.

“You must have come from that military unit, right?”

“Yes!”

“Alas!

What a sin!

It’s a miracle you’re still alive,” the elder suddenly sighed.

“It’s all thanks to Mr.

Qin; otherwise, I’d be dead,” Number 3 said.

Now Zhou Lao was utterly confused.

It was Qin Han and the elder speaking in riddles before, and now it was Number 3 and the elder.

What was going on?

But he couldn’t bother with that now.

All he cared about was the elder’s health.

“Xiao Qin, Xiao Feng has a brash nature but a good heart, please don’t be angry with him over this,” Zhou Lao thought Qin Han was upset with Xiao Feng, not that he couldn’t heal him but that he wouldn’t.

“Ah!

Zhou Lao, do you really see me as someone so petty?”

Qin Han looked at Zhou Lao with a wry smile and gestured for Number 3 to pour some tea, then slowly said.

“When I said please go back, it wasn’t that I won’t treat him, but rather that I’m currently missing a few medicinal ingredients and items.

Once I have everything ready, I’ll treat the old gentleman.”

“What did you say?

It can be treated?

Xiao Qin, don’t fool me!” Zhou Lao jumped up, and Qin Han, worried he might fall, quickly said.

“It can be treated!

It can be treated!”

“Young man, can it really be treated?” For the first time, a ripple passed over the elder’s usually impassive face when he heard Qin Han’s words.

“In this world, there are few illnesses I cannot treat; it’s just that your disease is a bit troublesome, that’s all,” Qin Han said with a strong sense of confidence.

“Xiao Qin, what exactly is the old squad leader suffering from?” Zhou Lao couldn’t wait to ask.

By this time, Number 3 had already brought over the brewed tea, placed it down, and then stood behind Qin Han.

Qin Han glanced at the elder, and upon seeing no objection, took a sip of tea and said indifferently:

“Demonic energy has entered his body!”