My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 105: Treating Illness with Mystical Skill
"A practitioner of National Medicine must be at least in their forties or fifties to be considered skilled."
This guy is only in his twenties, practically an intern, yet they’re calling him a Divine Doctor? It’s too unbelievable.
Many people were hesitant. Even those who had initially considered giving it a try now hoped someone else would test the waters.
"If no one else wants to go, I’ll be first."
Bai Yumei stepped into the consulting room.
"I’ve had this condition since I was young. It’s been getting progressively worse, and I’ve seen doctors both at home and abroad with no improvement. Today, I’m just here to try my luck!"
Clearly, she didn’t really believe in him either. But if this illness couldn’t be cured, her acting career would be over. So, no matter what, she had to give it a try. She was treating it as a last-ditch effort.
Of course, no one objected. They were more than happy for someone else to act as their guinea pig.
Yang Qi glanced at Bai Yumei. Her complexion was an unhealthy kind of pale that even a thick layer of foundation couldn’t conceal. She lacked vitality, had dark circles under her eyes, and the light had gone out of them. It was clear the illness had tormented her terribly.
"Mr. Yang, don’t worry about me. My life is almost over anyway," Bai Yumei said. "Whether you can cure me or not, I won’t blame you. Everyone here can be my witness."
"So young and already wishing for death?" Yang Qi shook his head. "I know you don’t trust my medical skills, but that’s fine. If I can’t cure an illness, I won’t attempt to treat it. Since I dared to ask you to come over, I naturally have the ability to provide an instant cure!"
The people in line looked on with disdain.
Such confidence! Or maybe it’s just arrogance! It’s as if the complex diseases others can’t cure are nothing to him. So many have failed, what makes him think he can succeed? What an arrogant attitude. He isn’t afraid of eating his words with all that big talk. Such a boast. Let’s see how he’ll clean up this mess when he fails. Even the renowned Divine Doctor Chen Guo wouldn’t dare make such a claim.
Ye Qianqian, standing to the side, was also nervous. I never knew Yang Qi could treat patients! The pharmacology we studied isn’t clinical medicine at all. Frankly, she was breaking out in a cold sweat for him just standing there.
Bai Yumei smiled. "Then I’m in your hands, Mr. Yang. No matter what, I believe you!"
She had met plenty of people in the complex world of the entertainment industry. She could see clearly whose words could be trusted and whose could not. There were no impurities in Yang Qi’s eyes, only pure confidence.
Yang Qi smiled. Since the woman trusted him so much, he couldn’t let her down. After casually asking a few questions about her condition, he began to take her pulse. Reading the pulse with Spiritual Energy was far more accurate and much faster than conventional methods.
After a moment, he stood up. "Lie down on the bed!"
"Mhm!" Bai Yumei nodded.
She had seen countless doctors of both National Medicine and Western medicine and had undergone numerous examinations. She had grown accustomed to it all. But this very fact made her seem all the more pitiful. The amount of suffering she had endured just to seek treatment was immense.
Yang Qi had basically pinpointed Bai Yumei’s problem. In Western medicine, her condition was called depression. Although modern medicine has many antidepressants, their effect is often minimal. It must be acknowledged that National Medicine also lacks a truly effective solution for this. This was precisely why Bai Yumei had never been cured. The more untreatable her illness seemed, the more severe her depression became. The more severe her condition grew, the more it affected her health.
If this continues, forget her acting career. I’m afraid one day, she might end her own life. Many stars have died this way.
"What are you standing around for? If you can’t treat her, then stop pretending!"
"Exactly! I think this ’Divine Doctor’ title of yours is just an empty reputation!"
"A disease that neither National Medicine nor Western medicine can fix? You think you can?" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
These comments were clearly from competitors mixed in with the crowd. People in the same trade are rivals. That statement couldn’t be truer. Seeing this clinic become so popular had made them jealous, so they came to cause trouble.
Yang Qi couldn’t be bothered with them. While it couldn’t be solved by medicine, it could be solved by mystical skills.
After activating the Dragon God Technique, Yang Qi could clearly see a mass of black energy accumulated in the woman’s head. This energy was affecting her mood and emotions, making her abnormal. The Dragon God Technique naturally contained a method for treating this illness: clearing out the black energy.
Humans have an inherent ability to self-heal. Everyone has this type of black energy, but most people can eliminate it on their own. Patients with depression are different. Their bodies cannot automatically clear the black energy. As it gradually accumulates, it becomes a major problem.
Yang Qi took out a Silver Needle. He inserted it with a single, smooth motion.
The Silver Needle was a full twenty centimeters long. The sight of it made the onlookers’ skin crawl.
"Don’t do anything reckless! I heard someone died from an acupuncture needle!" one person shouted.
Yang Qi’s expression remained unchanged. The Silver Needle shot out, accurately piercing the woman’s Jingming acupoint. Of the twenty-centimeter needle, only about five centimeters remained visible. The crowd gasped in shock.
Ye Qianqian also jumped in fright. She clapped a hand over her mouth, frozen in place. Her heart hammered against her ribs as if it would burst out of her chest. The scene was simply too perilous. She was terrified that Yang Qi would accidentally kill someone. That would be the end. But she didn’t dare say a word for fear of distracting him.
The Wolf King and the others were also witnessing such a scene for the first time and were utterly astounded.
Yang Qi’s hand was perfectly steady. Bai Yumei felt no pain at all.
Then, the crowd witnessed a bizarre phenomenon. Wisps of black vapor began to seep out from the Silver Needle and flow into Yang Qi’s body. Although this was dark energy, it was still energy, and it could promote the growth of Yang Qi’s cultivation. He naturally wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
"Qi!"
Ye Qianqian didn’t dare to blink. The people beside her were even more silent, afraid that speaking would cause a fatal mistake.
After a long moment, Bai Yumei suddenly moaned in relief, a slight blush rising on her cheeks.
Once all the black vapor was cleared away, Yang Qi withdrew the needle. He could feel that his cultivation had improved significantly. Although he hadn’t achieved a breakthrough, he wasn’t far from it. Treating patients was exhausting, but the benefits were plentiful. Ultimately, his own cultivation was still too low. Treating Bai Yumei had consumed half of his Spiritual Energy.
After sterilizing the Silver Needle, Yang Qi put it away.
Bai Yumei sat up, feeling a sense of ease she had never experienced before. In the past, the world had always seemed gloomy, and her daily thoughts were filled with despair. But at this moment, she saw that the world was full of color. She had rediscovered its beauty.
"I have removed the root of your illness," Yang Qi said. "Right now, your body is just weak. I’ll write you a prescription for some nourishing herbs, and you’ll be fine. Qianqian, go prepare the medicine."
He wrote out a prescription and handed it to Ye Qianqian.
"Okay!" Only then did Ye Qianqian recover from her shock. Preparing medicine was no problem for her. The pharmacology she studied covered both herbal and modern medicine.
