I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

"By the way, Elder Luo, Senior Brother Ziyun has arrived." The disciple seemed to remember something and bowed to report.

"oh."

A flicker of indifference flashed in Luo Xun's weathered eyes. He waved his hand and said:

"Arrange a few patients for him."

"Anyway, he's just here to cross the border during this plague."

"I can't help Zihe."

"Yes." The disciple nodded in agreement and was about to leave the room.

Just then, a long report came from outside.

"Report—"

A disciple stumbled in, his face beaming with joy:

"Elder Luo!!"

"Great news!!"

Oh?

A glint flashed in Luo Xun's eyes.

He immediately looked up, squinted at the disciple, and asked in a deep voice:

"But Zihe has found the source of the plague?!"

This matter is extremely important to their medical sect.

Finding the source means being able to study the origin of the plague.

Identifying the source of the infection means that we can treat it accordingly.

In this way, there is no need to refine pills to prolong the lives of patients, nor to waste the spiritual energy within the disciples of the Medical Sect.

The plague can be cured using only common medicinal herbs!

"No..." the disciple quickly shook his head.

"Hmm?" Luo Xun frowned, then asked thoughtfully:

"If it's not Zihe, could it be Zixin?"

"Well, Zixin may be a bit impulsive... but when it comes to finding the root cause, it's often easier to find someone with an impulsive personality."

At this point, he looked up at the disciple and asked:

"Where does the root of the problem lie?"

"It's not Senior Brother Zixin either..."

The messenger was sweating profusely: "It's Senior Brother Ziyun!"

"Ling Ziyun?!" Luo Xun's expression froze slightly.

He then turned his head to the side and said calmly:

"This boy comes from the capital and is my senior brother's personal disciple, so it's not surprising that we were able to find his origins."

"Tell me, where does the root of the problem lie?"

The disciple who came to report shook his head and said:

"It's not like we've found the root cause..."

"The root cause hasn't been found?!" Luo Xun narrowed his eyes, his voice rising:

"It's neither this nor that, what exactly are you trying to say?!"

At this point, his face had turned grim. He looked at the disciple with hostility and narrowed his eyes, saying:

"Are you perhaps toying with me?!"

Unable to withstand the pressure, the disciple collapsed to his knees with a thud.

"Senior Brother Ling, he..."

"He...has come up with the recipe!"

"A remedy to cure the plague using only ordinary herbal decoctions, without the need for miraculous medicines!!!"

"..."

Unable to withstand the pressure, the disciple spilled everything that had happened in the courtyard.

Without finding the root cause, they directly created a prescription?!

Luo Xun suddenly stood up.

The teacup fell to the ground with a "thud" and shattered into several pieces.

…………

The front courtyard of the Qingzhou branch of the Medical School.

Luo Xun, the fourth elder of the Medical Sect, stood under a tree.

I watched as the patient, who was on the verge of death, was helped to sit up and drink the second bowl of medicine.

The dark spots on my face are fading at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Ling Ziyun stood beside him.

After a long while.

Luo Xun let out a long sigh, then turned his head with a complicated expression and looked at Ling Ziyun, asking:

"What kind of remedy is this? How can it cure this plague?"

Ling Ziyun wiped the sweat from his forehead, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said:

"Uncle-Master, it's not the plague, it's snake venom."

"I prepared the herbal decoction according to the method of detoxification."

"Snake venom?" Luo Xun's gaze sharpened.

He stood frozen in place for a long time.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses and murmured:

"That's it... poison... no wonder we haven't been able to find the source for so long, it wasn't a plague at all..."

Then, he quietly looked at Ling Ziyun:

"Very good, it's very good that you thought of this."

"I will report this to my sect and record your merit."

Ling Ziyun scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said:

"Actually, it wasn't me, was it?"

"It was... a friend who reminded me."

Luo Xun frowned, and he subconsciously asked:

"What friend?"

Ling Ziyun's expression turned serious.

Under the moonlight, one could even faintly see a hint of faith on his face:

"Cheng Laiyun".

"A very capable friend."

"The reason I came up with the idea that it was a poison rather than a plague was all because of a casual remark he made."

Luo Xun nodded slowly.

He naturally knew that flashes of inspiration often came from a casual remark made by someone else.

They didn't investigate further.

He simply asked casually, "Which school does this person practice at?"

Ling Ziyun scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed:

"He was originally just an ordinary person, but later he was noticed by Senior Sister Xu Jiayin and taken in by the Mo Sect."

"The Mo Sect?" Luo Xun frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Cheng Laiyun was mentioned.

Ling Ziyun felt he had endless things to say, and he began to speak eloquently:

"Moreover... he awakened a mental supernatural power. The Mo Sect treasures him very much..."

"Most importantly, didn't I just teach my sect a few days ago a method to establish a connection with a patient's blood type without expending spiritual energy?"

"He taught me that method too."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Luo Xun's expression froze on his face.

He stared at Ling Ziyun for a long time.

After a long while, his lips moved, he took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

"You said..." His voice was a little hoarse.

"Did he teach you the methods for blood testing and transfusion?"

"Yes."

"Was it his idea to devise an antidote?"

"Yes."

"Or... a mental ability?"

"Yes."

Luo Xun closed his eyes.

The surrounding medical disciples remained silent, none daring to utter a sound.

Luo Xun opened his eyes and took a deep breath:

"And then, he was taken in by Xu Jiayin of the Mo Clan?"

"And you even watched Xu Jiayin bring him into the industry??"

Ling Ziyun nodded seriously: "Yes, that's right."

"Phew~"

Luo Xun opened his mouth.

The way he looked at Ling Ziyun was as if he were looking at an unintelligent dog.

While the medical practitioners weren't exactly ruthless in their actions, they were still capable of anything.

But they won't easily give away good things to others.

You did study under me, Luo Xun, for two years, after all.

Why can't I learn it?!

What a waste!

Foolish disciple!

After a long silence, he reached out expressionlessly and gently squeezed Ling Ziyun's shoulder, saying:

"I wonder how your cultivation has progressed lately."

"Come here, your martial uncle will test your cultivation."

Ling Ziyun's hair stood on end.

He blinked, looking at Luo Xun in front of him with a blank expression:

"Uncle Luo, what's wrong...?"

"Ah! Ah!!"

"It hurts! It hurts!!"

"Spare me!!"

...............

Under the moonlight.

Ling Ziyun dragged her tired body back into the house.

He lay on the bed, utterly despondent, staring at the ceiling.

The candlelight illuminated his face, making it appear shifty and uncertain.

Luo Xun returned to his room expressionlessly, looking at the burning furnace in front of him.

These two, uncle and nephew, were in different states of mind.

He uttered these words slowly and deliberately, squeezing them out through clenched teeth:

"You've intercepted my medical genius!"

"Xu Jiayin!"

"You're not a human being!!"