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Wang Hao didn't pay any attention to the middle-aged doctor's nagging. He gave him an indifferent look and turned around to tell his mother to buy a clay jar of medicine to fry it. Mistress Yang looked at the middle-aged doctor and then looked at Wang Hao, not knowing what to do. At this moment, another middle-aged man walked into the ward. He was in his fifties or sixties, and was brimming with vitality. There were a few strands of silver hair on his temples, and he wore a blue coat, black pants, and a pair of ordinary cloth shoes. Just as he entered the ward, a middle-aged doctor wearing a white coat respectfully called out, "President!" The middle-aged man who was addressed as Principal nodded his head and looked at Wang Hao, "Young people can really cure this disease?" With a hint of expectation and doubt in his tone, Wang Hao nodded his head. Seeing the dean turn to her, Mother Yang looked down and said, "The hospital has no choice, I'm just anxious to save the woman, hoping that he can save my daughter." As she spoke, she looked towards Wang Hao.

"Since the patient's family agreed to have your treatment, we have no objections, but we need the family and our hospital to sign a letter of responsibility. Our hospital will not bear any responsibility for anything that happens after treatment."

"Mother Yang raised her head and looked at her daughter, as if she couldn't make a decision or didn't dare to take the risk." "Mom, you should go and sign an agreement with the dean, Fang Zheng. Since my own illness hasn't improved, why not let Wang Hao try it?" Seeing her mother's uncertain gaze, Yang Yue decided on behalf of her mother.

After signing the letter of responsibility, the dean had the people fry the medicine, and Wang Hao looked at him and told everyone to go out, at the same time, he did not want anyone to disturb him, so under the angry gaze of the doctor in the white coat, he was called out by the principal to wait outside the door. Wang Hao told Yang Yue to drink the medicine, and started to use his own true essence to refine that wisp of true qi.

While Wang Hao was treating Yang Yue, in one of the halls in a magnificent building, the young man was respectfully saying to the middle-aged man with his back to him, "Reporting to Sect Leader, the disciples that we've sent to monitor Wang Hao's residence have brought back new information." When the middle-aged man heard the name Wang Hao, he turned around and was surprised to find that the middle-aged man who had slapped Yang Yue in front of Wang Hao's door was actually Sect Leader Liu Canghai. Liu Canghai's face darkened as he gave an order, then he turned and walked out of the hall, "Send a message to the person in charge, tell him to keep an eye on that person called Wang Hao no matter what. Don't be in a hurry to make a move, I, Yao, will personally take revenge for me."

About an hour later, Wang Hao walked out of the ward with a head full of sweat. He looked at the crowd at the door and said, "There's nothing serious, it's just that my body is a little weak. I'll be fine for a few days." The amount of Zhen Qi that Wang Hao had refined was not much, but he had also used a lot of strength. He knew that this time, he had met an expert who was on par with him. He had to seize every moment to improve himself. However, after refining that wisp of true energy, he felt that his true essence had slightly strengthened. Although it was very minute, it still made Wang Hao happy.

The next day, Wang Hao was awoken by a burst of noise while cultivating. He opened the door and was stunned when he saw more than ten people gathered at the entrance. One of them was the dean, and the other was a few white-haired old men. Seeing Wang Hao come out, the dean hurriedly pulled Wang Hao's hand and said, "Godly Doctor, you are the Godly Doctor. We had several expert consultations but were unable to find the cause of this soldier, let alone cure him." His words were full of respect, and even the way he addressed the soldier had changed. He did not expect that something like this would happen. He helplessly shook his head and said, "Actually, it's not a big problem, I just happened to have a senior in Chinese medicine tell me about this disease." Wang Hao had no choice but to make up a story.

Under the repeated invitations from a few medical leaders, Wang Hao refused the invitation to go to the hospital. Right now, the most urgent matter for him was to raise his cultivation.

What he did not know was that as soon as he boarded the train, news of his departure spread far away. At the same time, some young men who thought they were unremarkable also bought tickets for the same destination as him.