Chapter 320: Chapter 320

"If your skills aren't perfected, then go study. Here's a medical book—take a good look at it."

These words rang out in everyone's ears like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, making everyone here feel angry. Although Doctor Sun said his skills weren't perfected, this was just a humble way of speaking.

Even so, he wholeheartedly made efforts for everyone, letting people feel his medical ethics. This was already enough to make people support his medical skills. This was more beloved than those called divine doctors who didn't save people.

The level of medical skills, high or low, couldn't constitute the foundation for a doctor to be respected by people. Medical ethics was the foundation—something many doctors had forgotten, pursuing only medical skills while forgetting medical ethics.

How Doctor Sun's medical skills were wasn't the issue. He had medical ethics—respectable medical ethics. Therefore, when someone said his skills weren't perfected, it would cause public anger.

They saw a young man. The youth wasn't particularly handsome, but he was decent enough to look at. At the same time, the youth didn't have gorgeous clothes, but they were ordinary. Although such a youth wasn't ordinary, he wouldn't attract too much attention, at least not in appearance.

The words this youth said made people move him from the category of unremarkable people to very annoying people, associating him with some dandy young masters who liked to belittle others to show off.

Soon, everyone felt somewhat strange. This youth was holding a book in his hand and handing it to Doctor Sun.

What did this mean? Did he really think Doctor Sun needed to read medical books? This was making things difficult for Doctor Sun, slapping his face, and also slapping theirs.

So everyone's anger grew even greater, and they all prepared to take action. But at this moment, something that left them somewhat stunned happened.

"This, this is..." Doctor Sun instinctively took the medical book and instinctively glanced at it. He was immediately attracted by this medical book and showed an expression of disbelief.

Although they didn't know what medical book this was, everyone could be certain this medical book wasn't simple. If that were the case, then what this youth said before would need to be reconsidered.

If before everyone felt this youth was belittling people, now it was genuine help given to Doctor Sun. The flavor had completely changed.

This youth was naturally Xiaoyao. Seeing that this Doctor Sun had good medical ethics, he casually gave him a medical book he was carrying. This medical book was naturally not simple—otherwise he wouldn't carry it with him.

This was a copy of a peerless medical book he had obtained from Medicine Immortal Ridge. The original was naturally still at Medicine Immortal Ridge. He had already studied it thoroughly and it didn't have particularly valuable retention value, so he might as well give it to this Doctor Sun before him.

"It's just a medical book. It can't help you too much. If you want to improve your medical knowledge, you still need to read more medical books. You must also read ordinary ones—fundamentals are very important." Xiaoyao said casually. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novｅlfire.net

"This is too precious..." Doctor Sun felt he couldn't accept this.

Xiaoyao waved his hand and said, "For me, this book's value is already in my mind. The book itself has no value. Giving it to you has more value than keeping it in my hands. I hope you can demonstrate this value."

Doctor Sun was still uncertain, but in the end he accepted this medical book. He seemed to promise Xiaoyao's words—to bring out the best value of this medical book and study various medical books to interpret the contents of this book.

While he was exploring this medical book, his own medical skills became increasingly sophisticated. Although he didn't become that kind of top-tier existence, he wasn't far from it, becoming a famous divine doctor on the continent. Moreover, he was a divine doctor with both medical skills and medical ethics.

At this time, no one would know this. No one would think that because of Xiaoyao's one medical book, such a divine doctor praised by later generations was created.

At this moment, Xiaoyao only crouched in front of that old man, took out needles and quickly inserted them into several of the old man's acupoints. Naturally, there were also some techniques involved, but no one present could understand them.

Doctor Sun now only had relatively good medical ethics—his medical skills were really still far behind. He couldn't understand Xiaoyao's techniques, let alone others.

"What are you trying to do? What did you do to my father."

Seeing Xiaoyao's actions, the old man's son immediately pounced forward. When Xiaoyao hadn't stated what he was doing, he wouldn't think Xiaoyao was treating his father. He would only think Xiaoyao was harming his father. This reaction was also very normal.

"I'm treating your father. Weren't you begging someone to save him? Do you regret it?" Xiaoyao gently pushed the old man's son aside. Although he wasn't impressive in front of those Emperor Level martial artists, he could still easily handle ordinary people.

At the same time, in this small place, not to mention civilians, even experts rarely had those above General Level. So Xiaoyao could be considered a very impressive expert here.

However, at this moment, no one would notice his strength—they only cared about what he said.

He was saving people? Could he cure such injuries?

Although everyone hoped someone could cure that old man, in their understanding, such injuries could only be treated by divine doctors. Obviously, divine doctors wouldn't appear in small places like theirs. At the same time, they found it hard to believe that a youth of Xiaoyao's age could possess such sophisticated medical skills.

Therefore, when Xiaoyao said he was saving people, they all expressed doubt.

"Are you saving my father?" The old man's son asked blankly, somewhat unable to react. He hadn't thought about whether Xiaoyao would possess such medical skills. For people in such small villages, their thinking was relatively simple. He would only believe or not believe—there was no should or shouldn't.

"Mm." Xiaoyao nodded and continued treating the old man. For him, the old man's injuries weren't very difficult—not much of a challenge.

"Then please save my father. Whatever you want, I can give you." The old man's son immediately knelt toward Xiaoyao. He chose to believe, perhaps with a bit of grasping at straws flavor.

"What I want is very simple. I'll ask you some things later—I hope you still remember. But now I'll first cure you people. Consider it advance payment for your answers." Xiaoyao didn't discuss matters from twenty years ago at this moment, because this wasn't urgent—at least not more urgent than human lives.

"Mm mm, whatever you want to ask, if I know I'll definitely tell you, as long as you can save my father." The old man's son said and prepared to kowtow to Xiaoyao. However, his head couldn't touch the ground—he didn't even have a chance to bend down.

Xiaoyao blocked the old man's son with one hand and said indifferently, "Get up. I don't like others performing such grand ceremonies—I can't accept it."

Xiaoyao was indeed saving people, but this ceremony was too grand. Even if he really gave someone life-saving grace, he felt he couldn't bear such ceremony.

Xiaoyao knew what the old man's son wanted to say and immediately interrupted: "If you don't get up and waste time with me , your father will have to suffer a bit more."

"Ah, good, I'll get up first and thank you later." The old man's son immediately bounced up. He didn't want his father to suffer more.

"Give your father this pill, and I'll go check on others."

After Xiaoyao finished treating the old man's injuries, he gave the old man's son a pill, then went to continue saving others. It was just a small effort anyway—he didn't mind making a few more small efforts. Of course, he cared even less about the time.

Moreover, Xiaoyao was now here to find people for information. Anyone from the small mountain village might have clues. One more person meant one more opportunity. He wouldn't let the people here have problems and would do his utmost to restore them, preferably so they could speak now.

Of course, being able to speak now was somewhat difficult, but Xiaoyao could make the people here recover in the shortest time. Anyway, whoever recovered first he'd ask first, and the later ones could be put off—it wouldn't affect things too much.

Next, Xiaoyao quickly treated all the injured on scene. Whether seriously or not seriously injured, he treated them all. Serious ones naturally needed treatment, and not serious ones could be treated casually without taking much time.

For Xiaoyao, these were just minor injuries with no difficulty at all. But for others it was different—they had been treating them for a long time, and some had even felt there was no hope.

Now, everyone looking at Xiaoyao had dazed expressions. This showed the shock Xiaoyao brought them. They somewhat couldn't believe what happened before their eyes. Even if he could cure them, shouldn't it take time? This was too fast.

What Xiaoyao gave them wasn't just medical skills that could cure people, but also speed so fast it seemed magical, as if what was before him was just a cold, not serious injuries.

They didn't know that in Xiaoyao's eyes, these injuries were basically about the same as a cold—just examination plus treatment, with no particular difference.

"Son, am I still alive?" The old man woke up, very surprised that he could see the sky again. He thought he was definitely going to die this time.

The old man's voice awakened some people from their daze, and the old man's son was naturally one of them. After hearing his father's voice, he nodded and answered.

"Yes, Dad, you're still alive. How do you feel now? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"

After hearing his son's words, the old man moved his body and felt his body's reaction, saying strangely, "My body feels very comfortable. Am I already dead? Otherwise, why don't I feel the pain?"

The old man was very suspicious because the death-like pain he had before was gone. This was too strange. Even if he survived, this pain should still be there. How could it be gone?