After the divorce, my identity as a miracle doctor was exposed.

Inside the intensive care unit, the air seemed to freeze.

The old war god Chen Xiaotian was holding a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork, slurping it down like a refugee who hadn't eaten for three days. His eating manners were nothing like that of a dying man; he was clearly strong enough to kill an ox.

"This...this is impossible..."

Mo Wentian stood there, stunned.

His priceless, pure white, hand-embroidered Suzhou-style Tang suit was now stained with foul-smelling black blood—the blood Chen Xiaotian had just spat out. But he paid no attention to wiping it off, his eyes glued to the monitor.

Heart rate: 80.

Blood pressure: 120/80.

Blood oxygen: 99%.

All his health indicators are normal, just like a twenty-year-old young man!

"A final burst of energy before death! This is absolutely a final burst of energy before death!"

Mo Wentian suddenly realized what was happening and pointed at Lin Yu, screaming sharply:

"Don't be fooled by him! That finger strike he just made was a violent act that drained the old commander's last life force! It's killing the goose that lays the golden eggs! The old commander may seem energetic now, but he's actually at his limit and will soon..."

"belch--!"

Chen Xiaotian suddenly let out a loud burp, licked the bottom of the bowl clean, and wiped his mouth with a look of unsatisfied satisfaction.

"That feels so good! It feels fucking good! That huge rock that's been weighing on my chest for over a decade seems to have just disappeared!"

He was full of energy, his face was ruddy, and he even wanted to get out of bed and walk around.

Chen Weiguo and his generals looked at each other in bewilderment.

If this is a deathbed resurgence, then the duration of the resurgence is far too long.

Still trying to be stubborn?

Lin Yu sat on the edge of the bed, wiping his fingers one by one with a wet wipe, his expression nonchalant.

"Mo Wentian, the imperial physician of the capital, is known as 'Ghost Hands Bringing Back Spring.' I think it should be 'Ghost Hands Delaying Death.'"

"You! You little brat, what do you know!"

Mo Wentian, enraged, retorted, "I am a disciple of Medicine King Valley, and have practiced medicine for sixty years! Your unorthodox methods are completely contrary to medical principles! This is evil magic!"

"Evil magic?"

Lin Yu stood up and walked step by step toward Mo Wentian.

As he approached, an invisible sense of oppression enveloped the entire area.

"You used the 'Nine Needles to Rejuvenate' technique. The third needle was inserted into the 'Qihai' acupoint, 0.3 cun deep; the seventh needle was inserted into the 'Baihui' acupoint, 0.5 cun deep. Am I correct?"

Mo Wentian was taken aback: "You...how did you know? This is a secret I never pass on!"

"Because that's wrong."

Lin Yu sneered, a look of disdain that came from a grandmaster looking down on an apprentice:

"The fragment of the Taiyi Needle Classic records that the Nine Needles for Returning to Heaven emphasize 'returning to oneness after nine.' If you insert the third needle too shallowly, it will cause the flow of Qi to be obstructed; if you insert the seventh needle too deeply, it will damage the spirit and soul."

"So, every time you use this acupuncture technique, your right hand's web of thumb will experience excruciating pain for ten minutes, and your right arm will become numb on rainy days. Am I right?"

boom!

Mo Wentian was struck dumb, frozen in place, his face turning deathly pale.

He instinctively covered the web of his right hand.

Indeed! Just now, after the acupuncture treatment, his hand was shaking uncontrollably, and the pain was excruciating!

This is his biggest secret, even his personal disciples don't know it, they just think he's old and his hands are shaking!

How could this young man possibly see through it at a glance?!

"Who...who exactly are you?" Mo Wentian's voice trembled, and the contempt in his eyes finally turned into fear.

Lin Yu walked up to him and casually pulled out a silver needle from his expensive needle pouch.

"Watch closely."

"This is how the real life-saving needle is used."

Lin Yu turned around and flicked his wrist.

Om-!

The silver needle in his hand actually emitted a clear dragon's roar!

On the tip of the needle, a faint white aura was visible to the naked eye, pulsating and expanding, as if this was not a needle, but an unparalleled divine sword!

"Using qi to control the needle, causing it to emit a dragon's roar?"

Mo Wentian's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

This is a legendary realm! It's a "divine level of medical skill" that even the Medicine King and the Valley Master couldn't achieve!

Lin Yu ignored his kneeling.

He waved his hand casually.

call out!

The silver needle transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into Chen Xiaotian's brow.

"The final injection, to stabilize the soul."

As the needle was inserted, Chen Xiaotian's previously somewhat excited (signs of a final burst of energy before death) face instantly became calm. A visible wisp of black energy rose from the top of his head and dissipated into the air.

The old man's breathing became deeper and stronger, a true sign of life returning.

"Now, is there anything else to say?"

Lin Yu withdrew his hand and looked down at Mo Wentian, who was kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, Mo Wentian no longer had any airs of an imperial physician.

He trembled all over, frantically kowtowing to Lin Yu, banging his head on the floor with a loud thud.

"A miracle doctor! A miracle doctor! I was blind! I'm a good-for-nothing!"

"Is this the legendary complete manual of the Taiyi Divine Needle? Please teach me, senior! I wish to become your disciple, to serve you tea and water, and to serve you for the rest of my life!"

After saying this, the elderly man, who was over sixty years old and revered by thousands in Beijing, suddenly hugged Lin Yu's trouser leg and wept bitterly like a child.

That was the exhilaration of "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening."

However, Lin Yu simply pulled his leg out with a look of disgust.

"Will you take me?"

Lin Yu said calmly, "Your aptitude is too poor, you're too old, and your hands aren't steady."

"Serving me tea and water? You're not worthy."

The entire room fell silent.

Chen Weiguo and the other generals were dumbfounded.

A royal physician in the capital knelt down and begged to become an apprentice, only to be rejected because he was deemed too unqualified.

This world is crazy!

Standing in the corner, Su Qianxue was holding the heavy mahogany medicine box, feeling her very soul trembling.

She looked at Mo Wentian kneeling on the ground.

That was a big shot she never dared to dream of before! If the Su family could hire such an imperial physician, it would be like their ancestors' graves were emitting auspicious smoke!

But now, this important figure is begging to become Lin Yu's apprentice like a dog, and he's even been rejected!

"Even the imperial physicians aren't qualified to serve him tea and water..."

Su Qianxue looked down at herself.

"And what about me? Am I, this nanny... even less than a dog?"

An unprecedented sense of inferiority completely shattered the last bit of pride she held in her heart as the "eldest daughter of the Su family."

She finally understood that when Lin Yu asked her to be his nanny that day, he wasn't humiliating her, but rather "respecting" her.

"Mr. Lin!"

Chen Weiguo strode forward, gave Lin Yu a crisp military salute, his eyes filled with fervor and gratitude:

"I can't thank you enough! From this day forward, you are the benefactor of the Chen family! In Jiangnan Province, anyone who dares to harm you is harming the Jiangnan War Department!"

Lin Yu nodded, his expression remaining calm.

"No need for formalities. Just remember to settle the consultation fee."

"Also, don't let these quack doctors touch patients indiscriminately in the future; it's very troublesome to save them."

Mo Wentian knelt on the ground, so ashamed that he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground, but he didn't dare to say a word in rebuttal.

Lin Yu turned and walked outside.

He didn't stop as he passed by Su Qianxue:

"Mistress Su, you're leaving. What are you standing there for? Want to stay for dinner?"

"Ah? No... I wouldn't dare..."

Su Qianxue snapped out of her daze, hurriedly clutched her medicine box, and jogged after him.

Her back was bent low, like that of a true, humble servant.

In the corridor.

Those generals and doctors who were originally arrogant and haughty all automatically stepped aside when they saw Lin Yu coming, bowed and saluted, their eyes filled with awe as if he were a god.

Lin Yu walked straight through the crowd without looking to the side.

Sunlight streamed through the corridor windows, bathing him in a golden glow.

Su Qianxue followed behind, watching that figure from behind, and a strange impulse suddenly welled up in her heart.

If... if we hadn't gotten divorced...

Standing beside him now, enjoying this glory of being admired by all, isn't it yourself?

Unfortunately, no if.

She could only clutch her medicine box, stepping on her own shadow, and walk step by step into the deeper abyss.