"No, that's not it. I hope you are a martial artist from the Mountain and Sea Realm because I have a wish that only a martial artist from the Mountain and Sea Realm can help me with," Shen Qian said with a wry smile.
"Let me guess, does someone in your family have a terminal illness?" Liu Changqing thought for a moment, as if he understood something.
“That’s right, my mother had some health problems when she moved here from Lucheng…” Shen Qian explained.
"Hmm, it is a bit troublesome."
Liu Changqing nodded and pondered, "Organ failure is not a true terminal illness, but treatment requires a large amount of life force. To achieve this, certain rare pills can also be used, but as far as I know, there are no alchemists of this level in Jingcheng."
"In addition, you have another misconception."
"What?" Shen Qian was taken aback.
"It's true that martial artists from the Mountain and Sea Realm can cure diseases, but only those who are proficient in medicine can do so. Not every martial artist from the Mountain and Sea Realm can cure terminal illnesses. At least among the martial artists from the Mountain and Sea Realm I know, there is no one like that." Liu Changqing shook his head.
"Is that so?" Shen Qian murmured. "But I see that both hospitals in Jingcheng have martial artists from the Mountain and Sea Realm listed on their names. It shouldn't be too hard to find them, right?"
"Out of more than a dozen hospitals in the entire Jingcheng, only two have a registered Mountain and Sea Martial Artist. Isn't that considered difficult to find?"
Liu Changqing sneered, "If you really looked into it, you would know that it's just a nominal title. Neither of those two martial artists from Jingcheng are from there. Every year, countless people line up with money, but in the end, very few actually get a turn."
Shen Qian fell completely silent. He had cherished this wish for countless years, thinking it would soon be fulfilled, but it turned out to be so close yet so far.
"However, the teacher should have a solution."
Liu Changqing's words reignited hope before the sinking.
"Marquis of Jingcheng?"
Shen Qian suddenly looked up. Yes, if Marquis Jingcheng were willing to help, what would this difficulty be?
Like countless other people in Jingcheng, Marquis Gao Wenyuan of Jingcheng...
It is also the living god in Shenqian's heart.
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