Chapter 498 Miss Lin, can you handle being a third-generation disciple of Emperor Ying? [1st Update]
There is an unwritten rule in the field of ancient medicine, but it is recognized by all the most renowned ancient doctors.
When treating the same patient at the same time, only one ancient doctor can treat them.
Ancient medicine originated more than 300 years ago and has since developed into many different schools, which are quite different from the oldest ancient medicine.
The ancient physician is over eighty years old and does not belong to any ancient medical family.
However, because of his exceptional medical skills, he held a very high position and reputation in the field of ancient medicine.
The ancient divine physician holds an apprenticeship ceremony every year in the ancient medical community, but he is proud and has always adhered to the idea of "better to have none than to have bad ones", so he has not accepted any apprentices yet.
The only younger generation she was close to was Lin Qingjia.
He promised to come to Ozhou to take a look, and it was indeed because of Lin Qingjia.
“The Ancient Divine Doctor.” Lin Qingjia’s expression changed, knowing what the Ancient Divine Doctor was thinking, and she immediately stopped him, “There are no rules for the ancient medical community here in O Continent.”
Unlike the older generation, she wouldn't underestimate the four major conglomerates of O Continent.
The fact that the four major conglomerates of O Continent could use external forces to give their mercenaries the cultivation of ancient martial arts practitioners was already terrifying.
How bad could the medical skills of a doctor be that the Bevin family personally went to invite?
However, the world's medical techniques are indeed lagging behind those of ancient medicine.
She had also met several medical professors who were hailed as the world's top doctors, but their medical skills were far inferior to those of ancient doctors.
Ancient medicine could use internal energy and acupuncture to expel the deepest impurities from the human body, which is what martial arts dramas call "washing the tendons and marrow," but modern medical technology cannot do that.
Lin Qingjia's gaze fell on Ying Zijin, with a hint of contemplation and inquiry.
"Since I'm here, then the rules must be my rules." The ancient physician's eyes were cloudy, yet a sharp glint flashed within them. He stared directly at Ying Zijing, who was drinking tea. "Since you're going to treat patients with me, I'd like to ask you a question."
Do you know what "The Origin of Ancient Medicine" is, what "Golden Needle Acupuncture Points" is, and what "Thirteen Ghost Needles" is?
"Or have you read 'Principles of Ancient Medicine,' 'Taiyi Divine Needle,' and 'Five Dragons Needle Method'?"
Upon hearing these familiar names, Ying Zijing put down her teacup, finally looked up, glanced at the ancient physician, and said indifferently, "I don't know, I haven't seen him."
She genuinely didn't know when these very basic ancient medical methods became something worth discussing in detail.
It seems that ancient medicine is indeed quite weak nowadays.
"You don't even know these things, yet you want to treat patients with me? I may be incompetent, but I know all of these things." The ancient physician sneered coldly, "Let me tell you this: you can only choose one person to treat you."
Evan was getting impatient and wanted to tell the ancient doctor to shut up.
But because Ying Zijing was sitting there, he was so afraid that he couldn't lift his legs and could only stand there trembling.
Evan just wanted to faint.
Only Rita calmly blew on the Chinese tea that Ying Zijing had brought her, took a sip, and then scoffed, "What, you think you can call the shots just because you're NOK's number one poison master? Who do you think you are?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression instantly changed, his calm demeanor shattering into shock: "The number one poison master?"
Evan wiped his sweat, his legs trembling, before he spoke: "Uncle Tyler, Rita invited him; it's all over the NOK forum."
The middle-aged man had been in the ancient martial arts world these past few days and hadn't paid attention to outside news, so he was completely unaware of the upheaval on the NOK forum.
The ancient healer frowned, clearly displeased: "What is NOK?"
He didn't want to come to O continent.
Not only did he have nothing of value, but he also carried around a dark, unremarkable translator, which was completely out of character for him.
Lin Qingjia was also surprised: "A poison master? And ranked number one?"
She did know about NOK and those hunter rankings, but she hadn't paid much attention to them.
In the ancient martial arts world, only the Xie family cares about this, because the Xie family has many enemies.
The NOK Hunter Ranking also represents the military strength of the O Continent, since there are very few Chinese people on the list.
"I know, then hurry up and apologize." Rita had a terrible temper. She tossed the silver gun in her hand and sneered, "Miss Lin... you've been exposed to modern high technology, yet you don't know that the First Poison Master wiped out an S-class mercenary group in a second yesterday?"
"Oh, you don't understand. Let me put it another way: more than twenty ancient martial arts practitioners with fifty years of cultivation."
"You all should see if you can do it."
Lin Qingjia and Doctor Gu only brought one team of guards with them when they came to O Continent this time, and they were all guarding outside.
The ancient divine doctor possessed superb medical skills, but he knew absolutely no ancient martial arts and had no cultivation whatsoever.
But that doesn't mean he's unaware of the ancient martial arts cultivation levels.
The ancient healer's expression finally changed, and he exclaimed, "What?"
Ying Zijing adjusted her black robe, said nothing, and got up to walk straight outside.
This startled even Evan and the middle-aged man.
The number one poison master!
They had no idea what this big shot was like. What if he angered them and drove them away, only to turn around and wipe out the Bevin family?
The Bevan family is not afraid of assassins, sharpshooters, or martial artists; their only fears are poison masters and hypnotists, two types of hunters capable of group attacks.
It's impossible to guard against.
"I'm sorry, it was our fault." The middle-aged man hurriedly caught up, his posture very humble. "Sir, please don't take it to heart. They didn't know your strength. Ignorance is no excuse."
These words were transmitted completely to the ears of the ancient divine physician through a simultaneous translation device. His face turned pale, but he couldn't utter a single word.
He casually wiped out an S-class mercenary group; killing him was a piece of cake.
“Miss Lin, I never expected my niece to actually invite the First Poison Master.” The middle-aged man paused, then looked at Lin Qingjia, his tone tactful, “If we can’t coexist peacefully with the First Poison Master, we’ll have no choice but to…”
The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, but Lin Qingjia knew what it meant.
If they leave, it's them who leave, not the First Poison Master.
They don't deserve it.
Lin Qingjia frowned and whispered, "Dr. Gu, difficult and complicated illness."
Their primary purpose in coming here this time was not to treat the Bevin family's illness, but to study the poison in the Bevin family head's body.
The ancient healer had never suffered such humiliation, yet he had no choice but to accept it.
He could only suppress his anger and choose to back down, gritting his teeth: "It was my fault, I apologize."
But the ancient physician remained disdainful.
What kind of poison master is that? Is he stronger than their ancient medical ancestors?
Ying Zijing stopped and turned around, her voice cold and distant: "Just this once."
These four words sent a chill down the middle-aged man's spine. He then apologized profusely, saying, "Yes, definitely, there will never be a second time. This way, please."
Ying Zijing did not follow him, but walked side by side with Rita.
The middle-aged man felt somewhat embarrassed and confused.
Why was Rita able to hire the top poison master?
Lin Qingjia pursed her lips and followed.
The ancient healer looked unwell, but he had no choice but to start walking.
The group arrived at the private hospital room of the Bevin family head.
The head of the Bevin family lay on the bed, his face pale, with a ventilator hanging beside him.
Rita lowered her voice: "Your medicine is very effective; my father's breathing is much better."
Ying Zijin nodded.
The middle-aged man bowed again: "Sir, please."
Lin Qingjia's expression became more serious.
The four major financial groups of O Continent and the three great families of ancient martial arts are equals, but in front of this number one poison master, the middle-aged man was able to adopt such a humble posture.
It seems they really underestimated the hunters' strength.
Ying Zijin sat down and did not use the golden needles. She simply pressed a few acupoints on the head of the Beiwen family and looked at his facial features.
The ancient physician watched coldly, secretly sneer.
That's it?
It's clearly the work of an amateur.
Still want treatment?
He watched as this top poisoner killed his patients.
Just then, a cell phone rang.
Rita looked up, coldly: "Who didn't turn off their phone? Looking for trouble?"
"I'm sorry." Lin Qingjia stepped outside the ward to answer the phone. "Father, it's me."
Lin Jinyun said something on the other end, and Lin Qingjia's expression changed: "Then..."
After a pause, she added, "Okay, I'll go back as soon as I'm done with things here in Ozhou. Please take good care of Mom, Father."
She hung up the phone, her lips pressed tightly together.
**
At this time.
In the ancient martial arts world, there is the Lin family.
Lin Jinyun looked at An Roujin, who was hugging her knees and trembling on the bed, and took a deep breath: "I told you to protect Madam properly, what are you doing?"
The two guards knelt on the ground, terrified: "Master, spare our lives!"
Even if they said that An Roujin deliberately sent them away, it wouldn't make a difference.
If it wasn't protected properly, it simply wasn't protected properly.
"The Lin family rules cannot be violated." Lin Jinyun said calmly, "Abandon your cultivation and leave."
The two guards were ashen-faced and trembling.
Their cultivation periods are all over fifty years, and it has not been easy for them to have reached this point.
But there's nothing we can do.
Lin Jinyun wanted to talk to An Roujin, but An Roujin just muttered to herself, facing the corner of the wall, her expression shifting between terror and madness.
He really is no different from a madman.
He reached out his hand, but had no choice but to give up.
The Grand Elder sent someone to summon him.
Lin Jinyun followed the guards.
"Jinyun, this is a list of the female relatives of various families." The First Elder placed a booklet in front of him. "Take a look and see if there is anyone you like. We will send betrothal gifts and ask for their hand in marriage as soon as possible."
He arranged for Lin Jinyun to marry An Roujin because he wanted to make Lin Qingjia a member of the Lin family.
Apart from her face, An Roujin has no other features that make her worthy of the position of matriarch of the Lin family.
But beauty is the lowest level of existence in the world of ancient martial arts.
With the ability, it's within easy reach.
Now that An Roujin has become so insane, why not divorce her?
"Elder," Lin Jinyun's expression darkened, "you're going too far. You're breaking Qingjia's heart. She's made many contributions to the Lin family, and this is how you treat her mother?"
Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder indeed fell silent.
After a long pause, he said calmly, "Then let's wait for Qingjia to come back before we talk about it."
The First Elder was pleased with An Roujin's transformation; he had long wanted to replace the matriarch of the Lin family.
They deserved it.
I don't know who did this good deed, but they solved a long-standing problem for the Lin family.
Lin Jinyun stood up: "Jinyun takes her leave."
After leaving the Grand Elder's room, Lin Jinyun's expression turned grim. She summoned a team of guards and said, "Investigate who harmed the Madam. Once you find out, bring them back immediately."
This is clearly a slap in the face to the Lin family; they absolutely cannot be let off the hook.
The Lin family doesn't cause trouble; they only focus on development. But which ancient martial arts master hasn't taken a life?
The guards clasped their hands in greeting: "Yes, Master."
**
Here at Bevin Castle.
Five minutes later, Ying Zijing finished her examination.
really.
Just as she had guessed, the poison that the head of the Beiwen family was poisoned with was similar to the poison that Old Master Fu had been poisoned with.
They are probably both products of alchemy.
Ying Zijing pondered for a moment, then named a few more medicinal herbs: "These."
Rita immediately wrote it down: "I'll go buy it."
The ancient healer was about to say that these were not even medicinal herbs, but when he met Rita's cold gaze, he swallowed his words.
“Master Taylor, we would also like to see Master Bevin’s illness,” Lin Qingjia said. “Of course, you can decide who treats him.”
"Tch." Rita scoffed lightly upon hearing this. "Then you'll need treatment too."
"Why not?" The ancient physician stroked his beard, still arrogant. "I am a disciple of Master Yuxuan."
O Continent has limited understanding of the ancient medical field; at most, they know the current situation, but they know nothing about the history of their ancestors.
So when this name was announced, the members of the Taylor and Bevan families were completely baffled.
Lin Qingjia smiled and offered an explanation: "My master and the ancient divine doctor were both disciples of Grandmaster Yuxuan, who in turn was a disciple of the Fu family's ancestor."
"The ancestor of the Fu family was the foremost physician in ancient times, but he hasn't appeared in a long time."
Upon hearing the last sentence, the middle-aged man suddenly realized: "Miss Lin is truly remarkable, possessing such an impressive lineage."
Ying Zijing looked up and glanced at the ancient physician, seemingly lost in thought.
This is...her third-generation disciple?
(End of this chapter)
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