"Hmph, don't think you can look down on everyone just because you have a little strength. There are always people better than you, don't you know? My Holy Court has been producing many geniuses since ancient times, and there are countless miraculous doctors and master doctors. Even we can't cure Uncle Jian's injury, and you actually speak such arrogant words. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if they get out?" Elder Jin snorted disdainfully and began to withdraw the needles.
Mu Hanyan was too lazy to bother with such a person and ignored him.
"Thank you very much." Jian Wuchen said politely.
"No need to thank me. I can't cure you anyway. I'm just helping to clear your meridians so that you can move normally like a normal person. If you really want to be cured, you can ask this old friend for help. Haven't you heard others say that your injury may not be uncurable? Hehe, you are so arrogant. It's a good opportunity for me to see through your words." Mu Hanyan didn't argue with Elder Jin, but he thought that Mu Hanyan knew she was in the wrong, so he ridiculed her even more.
"Elder Jin, since you want to see my medical skills so much, then I will let you see them." Mu Hanyan did not have such a good temper. After hearing his repeated sarcasm, she became a little angry.
Although she was not sure that Ye Yanran and herself could cure Jian Wuchen's injuries together, there would be some benefit, and the effect should be no less than Elder Jin's golden needle technique. If he wanted to see it, then let him see it.
"Let me teach you a lesson. You actually opened a dyeing factory. Humph, then I'd like to see your medical skills! If you lose face, don't blame me for being harsh and disrespectful to an elder." Elder Jin became even more furious when he saw that Mu Hanyan dared to retort.
After hearing what he said, Mu Hanyan wanted to laugh even more. This old man really had no self-awareness at all. Has he ever spared anyone with his mouth? When facing herself, has he ever been polite at all?
"Forget it, why bother making a fuss over an old man's injury? Elder Jin, you are the elder after all, why bother making things difficult for a junior?" Jian Wuchen saw that the two were at loggerheads, and reluctantly stepped forward to persuade them.
"Hmph." Elder Jin was proud of his status and felt that it was not a big deal to win an argument with a junior. He snorted arrogantly and turned away.
"How can this person be so extreme and narrow-minded?" Mu Hanyan was too lazy to argue with him for Jian Wuchen's sake, but still shook her head and said.
"I can't blame him for this. His grandfather and I were once fellow apprentices. Although he was a generation older than me, we were of similar age, so we became close friends, almost like brothers. In the great battle with the Temple, both sides suffered heavy casualties and were forced to retreat. Unfortunately, the Jedi Storm erupted at that time, and his grandfather and several other Saint Court masters were trapped in a desperate situation. I was seriously injured and unconscious at the time, so I couldn't help.
When his father grew up, he became a deacon of the Holy Court. One time, while on a mission, he was severely injured by members of the Temple. While deacons may seem prestigious to outsiders, they are numerous within the Holy Court and naturally overlooked. Upon his return, he didn't receive the best possible care, developing hidden dangers and ultimately failing to improve. He ultimately died of depression. Unfortunately, I had been traveling extensively during those years, searching for a cure, and was unable to offer any assistance.
Elder Jin was still young at the time, not yet fully acquainted, and he blamed me for everything. He believed that since I was as close to his grandfather as a brother, I shouldn't have stood by and watched him die. Then, when his father was seriously injured, I failed to intervene, leading to his father's death. He considered me heartless and ungrateful, and he held a deep grudge against me.
His temperament has become extreme and stubborn, and no one can persuade him." Jian Wuchen said with a wry smile.
Only then did Mu Hanyan realize that Elder Jin had such a background. No wonder he called Jian Wuchen his uncle but showed him no respect.
"Don't blame him. Although his temper is a little extreme, his character is not bad. His medical skills are superb and he can be called a master. If he hadn't healed me from time to time over the years, my hand would have been completely disabled." Jian Wuchen continued.
"Yeah." Mu Hanyan nodded.
As the saying goes, when people leave, the tea gets cold. Mu Hanyan could imagine the sadness of Jin Qisheng's helplessness since he was a child. His grandfather died, his father was disabled, and his only supporter, Jian Wuchen, had his right arm disabled. He probably had no status in the Holy Court. What's more, he had been traveling abroad for many years. Jin Qisheng had no relatives at all. He was probably looked down upon like himself in his childhood. It was normal for his temperament to become a little extreme.
Come to think of it, she actually felt a little sympathetic towards Elder Jin.
"Okay, I'm leaving first." Jian Wuchen was obviously a little bored when talking about the past.
"Wait, Uncle Wuchen, I haven't healed your wounds yet." Mu Hanyan grabbed Jian Wuchen.
Although Jian Wuchen only mentioned that her grandmother had pestered him to become her apprentice when they were young, he didn't say whether she ultimately succeeded. However, Mu Hanyan could tell from the way he spoke of her grandmother, with the familiarity of an elder towards a younger one, that she must have learned a great deal from him. Even if they weren't master and disciple in name, they still had a bond. In that case, she should have called him Grandmaster. Since there was a chance to heal his injuries, Mu Hanyan certainly wouldn't stand idly by.
"Are you really going to heal me?" Jian Wuchen looked at her strangely. He had thought she would give up after seeing Elder Jin's medical skills, but she was even more determined than before.
"If I'm not mistaken, my grandmother can have her current level of cultivation with the help of seniors. As a junior, I must try my best." Mu Hanyan did not hide anything and said firmly.
"Haha, it was not in vain that I taught that little girl several sets of skills. Well, then you can try it." Jian Wuchen laughed.
Mu Hanyan was right in his guess. He had indeed taught his grandmother some skills.
Despite her laughter, Mu Hanyan could tell Jian Wuchen was simply fulfilling his own wish, letting her try. He didn't actually hold out much hope. It was no wonder Mu Hanyan was able to heal an injury that generations of divine doctors at the Holy Court had been unable to. If it had been someone else, even she wouldn't have believed it.
"Yanran." Mu Hanyan didn't care and waved to Ye Yanran.
"I'm coming." Ye Yanran ran over in small steps, chewing on a glutinous rice cake that she got from somewhere. Her cheeks were bulging, and she obviously choked when swallowing it, and rolled her eyes.
Mu Hanyan also rolled her eyes. She had never realized before that this female thief was actually a big foodie.
"Come and take a look at Uncle Wuchen's injuries." Mu Hanyan said.
"What's wrong with this injury?" Ye Yanran looked at Jian Wuchen's right arm with a confused look on her face.
Mu Hanyan then remembered that although she had the innate magical power of Tianlin's healing ability, she actually knew nothing about medicine. It would be really difficult for her to treat injuries.
"Forget it, just use your Tianlin Divine Healing." Mu Hanyan was too lazy to waste time and said directly to Ye Yanran.
"Oh, okay." Ye Yanran wiped her mouth and began to sing.
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