Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

"Senior Brother Shen, yesterday's rain was incredible! I haven't seen such heavy rain in all these years."

The next morning, the sky had cleared up.

In clinic number eight, Feng Hao brewed Shen Han a cup of hot goji berry tea, and Shen Han was used to calling him "Senior Brother Shen."

"Luckily, I patched the roof a few days ago."

Shen Han smiled and said.

Actually, he was more impressed by those two lackeys from last night than by the torrential rain. Without a doubt, it wouldn't be long before he faced them head-on.

"Senior Brother Shen, a patient has arrived."

"Okay, let's get to work."

During this period, the number of patients in Clinic No. 8 increased day by day, and Huang Tie even thought about finding another apprentice to help.

"Phew, why are there so many gynecology clinics?"

At 9:00 AM, Shen Han finally found a chance to catch his breath.

Swish!

Suddenly, a medical book appeared in his arms.

Shen Han understood that this was because his clone had finished studying the medical book and then thrown it out of the bronze mirror.

He hurriedly opened the panel.

Mirror owner: Shen Han

Cultivation level: None

Exercise: Breathing Technique (Mastery)

Martial Arts: Basic Fist Techniques (Perfect)

Skill: Medical Skills (Perfect)

The medical skills have finally been perfected!

Shen Han was delighted and closed his eyes.

Sure enough, as if his mind had been infused with hundreds of years of medical experience, his mastery of medical principles was already superb, and his diagnosis and treatment of various typhoid fevers naturally showed a state of complete understanding.

For him now, no matter what the illness is, as long as he hasn't completely died, there is a possibility of reviving him, which is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying ability.

"Heaven is helping me..."

Shen Han touched the bronze mirror and instructed his clone to practice the breathing technique.

Having mastered the basic fist techniques and medical skills, there was no need to continue practicing. He instructed his clone to dedicate all his time to cultivating the techniques and to strive to break through to the Skin Refining Realm!

"Old Huang, help!"

Just then, an urgent voice came from the entrance of the clinic.

It turned out to be the guard captain, Zhan Chaoyang.

He and a young man, one in front and one behind, carried a bamboo stretcher and rushed into the clinic, their brows covered in sweat.

On the stretcher was an old man with white hair.

The old man's eyes were white, his body was convulsing, and he was foaming at the mouth; he was already unconscious.

"Guard Zhan, what's going on?"

Huang Tie hurriedly got up and squatted down next to the stretcher.

Seeing this, the other patients all consciously made way, as everyone could see that the old man was on the verge of death.

Zhan Chaoyang's eyes were filled with anxiety: "Old Huang, this is my maternal uncle, Chi Qingshan. I don't know why he suddenly fell ill today, so my brother Chi Ping and I rushed over to ask you for help."

As Huang Tie listened, he reached out to take Chi Qingshan's pulse.

Chi Ping stood to the side, watching eagerly.

A moment later, Huang Tie withdrew his hand.

The consultation room was completely silent; everyone stared at Huang Tie, waiting for his conclusion.

"Xiao Feng, brew a Rejuvenating Soup right away!"

Huang Tie gave the order with a stern face.

Feng Hao immediately did as instructed.

Before long, the Rejuvenating Soup was ready, and Huang Tie added several more medicinal herbs to it.

"Pry his mouth open and force-feed him the medicine!"

After a flurry of activity, the group managed to force-feed the Rejuvenating Soup to Chi Qingshan.

"Oh no... the medicine is leaking out!"

But to everyone's surprise, the entire Rejuvenating Soup spilled from Chi Qingshan's mouth, covering the ground.

"Old Huang, what should we do?"

Zhan Chaoyang cautiously inquired of Huang Tie.

Huang Tie sighed, "I wanted to use the Rejuvenating Soup to wake Old Man Chi up, but in this situation, it's very difficult."

"father!"

Upon hearing this, Chi Ping burst into tears.

He knelt down in front of Huang Tie with a thud: "Doctor Huang, please save my father..."

Huang Tie couldn't bear it: "Alas, this old man is powerless to help."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Everyone shook their heads and sighed. Even Physician Huang was helpless; this old man Chi was beyond saving. After all, even a doctor isn't omnipotent.

"Old Huang, let me give it a try."

A clear voice rang out; it was Shen Han.

Everyone turned to look.

Feng Hao was immediately shocked. "Senior Brother Shen, although your medical skills have progressed rapidly, this is a critical moment with a slim chance of survival. You can't joke about this!"

"Xiao Shen, don't be a hero."

Huang Tie waved his hand.

He said this because he didn't want Shen Han to take the risk.

Saving someone who's already on the verge of death, with so many people watching, could easily cause Shen Han's confidence to crumble and draw criticism if he's not careful. Shen Han is still young; there's no need for him to suffer such a ordeal. Steady progress is the right path.

"Don't worry, Mr. Huang."

But to everyone's surprise, Shen Han smiled gently and walked over anyway.

Zhan Chaoyang stared intently at him without saying a word.

Huang Tie was stunned: "Xiao Shen, you..."

"Having studied under Master Huang for so long, it's time for me to test my skills."

Shen Han squatted down and opened Chi Qingshan's eyelids.

Then, he directly instructed, "Young Master Chi, don't cry, hold down your father's upper body."

Zhan guards you down.

Brother Feng Hao, pry open Old Man Chi's mouth and use a bamboo stick to pull out his tongue.

"it is good."

The group did as instructed.

Now that things had come to this, Huang Tie stopped interfering with Shen Han. He stepped back two paces and watched quietly.

Shen Han quickly finished examining Chi Qingshan's tongue.

"How is it, Doctor Shen?"

Chi Ping said anxiously.

"Where did your father go yesterday?"

"We took advantage of the heavy rain to work in the fields."

"The matter is basically clear. Your father accidentally ate some kind of poisonous herb while working in the fields. The toxin blocked his blood and qi, which is why he is in this state, and medicine is ineffective."

"Huh? Then... what should we do?"

"Don't panic. Although the medicine won't work, I can use acupuncture to improve your father's blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

Shen Han opened the drawer and took out a silver needle.

Huang Tie was shocked. "You can use silver needles?"

Feng Hao also found it unbelievable. Senior Brother Shen, you haven't used silver needles at all these days!

Noisy!

The silver needle was inserted into the Baihui acupoint on the top of Chi Qingshan's head.

Shen Han moved his fingers, and the silver needle moved slightly.

The needlework techniques resulting from perfect medical skills naturally reach the pinnacle and attain a state of perfection.

In the consultation room, everyone stared intently.

A moment later, Shen Han pulled out the silver needle.

"puff……"

Chi Qingshan coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Afterwards, his eyes returned to normal, and his complexion gradually became rosy.

"Dad, how are you feeling?"

"I need water..."

"Give."

Chi Qingshan drank two whole bowls of water and finally sat up from the stretcher.

"A miracle doctor!"

The entire audience was stunned.

This was a person whom even Dr. Huang had declared dead, yet Shen Han saved him with just one silver needle!

The crowd discussed it animatedly, praising it highly.

Several patients even wanted to act as matchmakers for Shen Han.

"Thank you, Doctor Shen..."

Chi Ping was about to kneel down and kowtow.

Shen Han quickly helped him up, and said with a smile, "Young Master Chi, please don't flatter me. Your father hasn't fully recovered yet. Let me prescribe another medicine for him, and he'll be completely fine in a couple more days."

"Thank you, thank you..."

After obtaining the herbs, Chi Ping helped Chi Qingshan slowly leave the clinic.

Zhan Chaoyang walked up to Shen Han and exclaimed, "He has a bright future!"

"Well done!"

When the apprentice performed a miraculous feat, Huang Tie was overjoyed.

After Feng Hao cleaned up the bloodstains on the ground, the clinic returned to normal, and people came in droves to see the doctor. Of course, with Chi Qingshan's "miracle cure" as a precedent, even more people took the initiative to ask Shen Han to take their pulse.

The last patient didn't leave until noon.

"Finally, we can eat."

Shen Han picked up the rice bowl.

Just as we were about to start eating, a graceful woman's figure quietly appeared at the entrance of the clinic.

The woman wore a white gauze dress, looking as ethereal as a fairy.

She wore a thin silk scarf over her head and gave a slight bow to Huang Tie and the other two: "Excuse me, is Dr. Lu Qiling from clinic number ten not here?"