I attained immortality through meditation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

"He's just a patient, maybe a bit eccentric. You stay here and keep an eye on this little guy for me, make sure he doesn't run around."

He pointed to the little white dog on his shoulder.

Little White cooperated by letting out a "woof".

Su Mei had no choice but to nod.

"Then hurry back."

Zhao Zian followed Accountant Sun to the front hall.

"Master, that fluctuation of spiritual energy is just ahead."

Xiao Bai's voice rang out again.

"He's very strong, much stronger than you. He's concealed his aura."

Zhao Zian's steps remained unchanged.

Is it strong?

He had expected this.

Upon arriving at the entrance of Jishetang, Zhao Zian saw the waiting stranger across the threshold.

The man was around thirty years old and had a tall, upright figure.

He did not wear a crown, but simply used a wooden hairpin to bind half of his black hair, leaving the rest loose over his shoulders.

"You must be Zhao Zi'an, Doctor Zhao?"

"That's me."

Zhao Zian met the other person's gaze calmly.

"This gentleman looks unfamiliar; he doesn't seem to be from town. But is he feeling unwell?"

"Master! Be careful! He's testing you! His spiritual energy is swirling around your body, very subtly!"

Xiao Bai's anxious voice exploded in Zhao Zi'an's mind.

Zhao Zian felt a chill run down his spine.

"I'm not sick."

The man said calmly.

He withdrew his probing spiritual power, his doubts deepening.

There really is nothing there.

Zhao Zian's body was completely empty.

Could that blazing power of the sun be just some treasure that happened to erupt here, or a passing expert?

"Not sick?"

Zhao Zian feigned surprise.

"That gentleman is looking for me..."

The man remained silent for a moment.

"I've only heard that there's a miracle doctor in Willow Creek Town who can cure all diseases, bring the dead back to life, and heal flesh and bones. Out of curiosity, I've come to pay him a visit."

"A miracle doctor?"

Zhao Zian quickly waved his hand.

"Sir, you flatter me. I only know some rudimentary medical skills and make a living by relying on a few prescriptions passed down from my ancestors. As for the so-called 'bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones,' those are just rumors spread by the villagers out of kindness, and they should not be taken seriously."

This demeanor left the man puzzled.

so perfect.

He reacted exactly as an ordinary doctor would.

But the more perfect it is, the more suspicious it seems.

"Dr. Zhao, excessive modesty is arrogance."

"Sir, you think too highly of me. If I truly possessed that ability, I wouldn't be stuck guarding this tiny Jishetang pharmacy; I would have long ago gone to the county seat or the capital to enjoy a life of luxury, wouldn't I?"

Zhao Zian spread his hands, adopting an extremely humble posture.

The man in the blue robe looked at him silently.

He had seen too many pretenses in this world.

Some people hide their greed beneath a facade of righteousness, while others conceal their cowardice within a blustering facade.

And what is the disguise of this Zhao Zian in front of us?

The man in the blue robe cast his gaze upon the bustling street.

They focused on an old man carrying a load on his shoulders.

The old man's face was weathered, and he was breathing unsteadily with each step.

Yes, that's him.

A wisp of spiritual energy silently dissipated and coiled around the old man.

"Well……"

In the middle of the street, the old man stopped.

The color drained from his face at a visible speed, turning bluish-purple.

The carrying pole in his hand crashed to the ground.

"Oh dear, Uncle Wang!"

"What's going on!"

"Help! Grandpa Wang has collapsed!"

Exclamations erupted from all sides.

The man in the blue robe withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhao Zian.

"Dr. Zhao, the illness is right before my eyes."

"To save them, or not to save them?"

"Is he a miracle doctor or a quack?"

"Master! It was him! I can feel it! He used his spiritual power to trigger that old man's old illness! What a treacherous method!"

Xiao Bai's cry echoed in Zhao Zi'an's mind.

Zhao Zian ran out of the shop.

"Make way! Make way, everyone! I'm a doctor!"

He pushed through the crowd and rushed to the old man's side.

The pulse is disordered, rapid and weak, a sign that the patient's life is in danger!

Looking at the old man again, his eyes were closed, his lips were purple, and he had stopped breathing.

"This is...this is cardiac arrest!"

"He's dead! Grandpa Wang is dead!"

Zhao Zian reached into his robe and found a blue cloth needle pouch in his hand.

He picked up three silver needles.

The man in the blue robe stood not far away, watching coldly.

What he wanted to see was not these few needles, but how Zhao Zian would activate his spiritual power after these needles.

With just a sliver of light, he can lock onto it!

However, he felt nothing.

Zhao Zian's body was still completely empty.

Is he really just an ordinary person?

With just a few silver needles, how could he possibly save a dying person whose heart meridian had been sealed by his own spiritual power?

That's wishful thinking!

Zhao Zian placed his index and middle fingers on the end of the silver needle that had been inserted into the Tanzhong acupoint.

The vital energy of longevity flowed into Grandpa Wang's body through the silver needles!

The whole process took less than a breath!

There was no leakage of spiritual energy from the outside world.

The man in the blue robe frowned.

He felt the wisp of spiritual energy he had left in the old man's body disappear.

How is that possible?

He clearly didn't sense any spiritual energy fluctuations!

"Cough...cough cough!"

Grandpa Wang opened his eyes and began to breathe heavily.

"He's alive! He's alive!"

"My God! He's really alive!"

"A miracle doctor! Dr. Zhao is truly a miracle doctor!"

They don't understand spiritual power or how to fight.

All they saw was a dying man who had stopped breathing being brought back to life by Doctor Zhao's acupuncture!

This is a miracle!

Zhao Zian pulled out the silver needle.

He gave instructions to Grandpa Wang's family who had rushed over.

"Quickly, carry Grandpa Wang back and let him rest. I'll write a prescription later and have someone send it to you. Remember, avoid getting angry these next few days, and eat a light diet."

Grandpa Wang's family was extremely grateful to him.

Zhao Zian returned to the entrance of Jishetang.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

The chaotic street was quickly restored to its original state.

Only the man in the blue robe remained standing in the same spot.

If before it was a test and doubt, now it is an overwhelming sense of gravity.

"Your technique is very skillful."

Zhao Zian smiled wryly.

"Sir, you're making fun of me again. Saving lives and healing the wounded is a doctor's duty. There's no such thing as being skilled or not; it's just a matter of practice makes perfect."

He's still pretending.

Even now, he still faces himself with that mortal face.

"Is it interesting to pretend to be an ordinary person?"

The man in the blue robe took a step closer.

I'll ask you one more time.

"Last night, that torrent of blazing solar power that shot into the sky, didn't you... notice it?"

The power of the blazing sun!

A torrent!

Zhao Zian's heart sank.

really!

They really came for Xiaobai!

Last night, Xiaobai devoured the Crimson Flame Fruit, triggering a surge of spiritual energy.

Although Xiaobai managed to conceal it with illusion magic in time, this guy still managed to capture the energy in that instant!

"Last night? East of the city?"

He shook his head.

"Sir, what are you talking about? What energy torrent? I don't know. It was quite windy last night, was there some thunder somewhere? But it didn't rain."

This acting is so natural.