Chapter 42: Heir of the Medical Saint!

Chapter 42: Heir of the Medical Saint!

"Oh? I'm surprised someone of your age has heard my name,"

Duanmu Qingshan, somewhat surprised, couldn't resist casting a few more glances at Yue Yunlan.

After being manipulated by the sect over a decade ago and confined to Little Bamboo Peak, his name, the godlike physician Duanmu, was gradually forgotten within the Tianbai Empire.

Surprisingly, even today, people still come here seeking him under the name of the godlike physician Duanmu.

"Tsk, with our Cangqiong Sect's extensive network, finding information about a physician with Daoist medical skills is a simple task, not just within the Tianbai Empire but throughout the entire Dongling Region."

Qiao Qiao wore a triumphant smile on her face.

"Cangqiong Sect?" Duanmu Qingshan's expression subtly shifted. "Are you from the Cangqiong Sect?"

"Hmph, my young miss is the young lady of the Cangqiong Sect!" Qiao Qiao proclaimed with pride.

Hiss! Duanmu Qingshan inhaled sharply, casting a bewildered look at Ling Feng.

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"Qiao Qiao, why are you so chatty?" Yue Yunlan's eyebrows furrowed as she shot Qiao Qiao a disapproving look. She then turned to Duanmu Qingshan and said, "Qiao Qiao is still young and doesn't quite grasp proper etiquette. I hope you won't mind, senior."

"Of course not," Duanmu Qingshan cleared his throat. Originally, he had thought of saying "I dare not," but in the presence of his disciple, he chose a more neutral response.

Internally, Duanmu Qingshan couldn't help but blame Ling Feng. Why hadn't he disclosed Yue Yunlan's identity earlier? Just moments ago, Duanmu had presented himself with the demeanor of a senior expert. Now, the abrupt shift to a more humble stance felt somewhat awkward!

Observing Duanmu Qingshan's face turn bright red, Ling Feng promptly approached, gently laying his hand on Duanmu Qingshan's pulse, and inquired, "Master, what's happening? Is the sword qi acting up again?"

"I'm fine!"

Brushing off Ling Feng, Duanmu Qingshan's face twisted in embarrassment. He wanted to kick Ling Feng's backside a couple of times to vent his frustration.

Giggles... Qiao Qiao secretly laughed on the side, both amused and slightly taken aback. She wondered why Ling Feng, upon learning that Yue Yunlan was the young lady of the Cangqiong Sect, didn't display even a hint of astonishment. He didn't seem to be the type to flatter or fawn over others like everyone else.

It's understandable. Before becoming a member of the Wenxian Sect, Ling Feng had no knowledge of the sect hierarchy and didn't grasp the significance of Cangqiong Sect. Therefore, it's not surprising that he didn't react with shock.

Duanmu Qingshan shook his head. "I am certainly not using Feng'er. His medical skills far surpass mine."

While speaking, Duanmu Qingshan chuckled ironically. "I'm not just Feng'er's master; I'm also his patient. I can't heal my own injuries, but he can. Doesn't that speak volumes?"

"Is... is that really true?" Yue Yunlan was initially surprised, then overwhelmed with joy.

If his medical skill surpasses even godlike physician Duanmu's, there's hope for my father!

"Every word is true." Duanmu Qingshan took a sip from the wine flask before continuing. "Since Miss Yue heard of me, you've likely heard of Ling Hanyang, the medical saint whose fame echoed throughout the entire Dongling Region more than twenty years ago, right?"

Yue Yunlan gave a slight nod. "Ling Hanyang, the Medical Saint, was truly unparalleled in the history of physicians. Unfortunately, he has already passed away."

"Wait a moment..." Yue Yunlan's eyes flickered with sudden realization. "Ling Hanyang, Ling Feng... You share the surname "Ling." Could it be that you're the heir of the Medical Saint?"

"Ling Hanyang is my grandfather," nodded Ling Feng. While he wasn't inclined to exploit his grandfather's fame, the undeniable truth remained: the identity of being the medical saint's heir held more convincing power than mere words.

"That's fantastic, absolutely fantastic!" Yue Yunlan had never felt this thrilled before. It was an unexpected delight!

In her heart, she silently celebrated the fortunate accident of rescuing Ling Feng in the past. Otherwise, wouldn't she have missed out on meeting this heir of the medical saint?

"Miss Yue," Ling Feng bowed respectfully, addressing Yue Yunlan with measured words. "I can treat your relative, but I ask for a wait of around two months. Firstly, I must attend to my master's hidden injuries. Secondly, I have a prior commitment with another senior who might seek my help within this timeframe."

"With a person's word being their bond, once uttered, I, Ling Feng, shall stand by it without fail. I hope Miss Yue can kindly wait for about two months."

"Two months?" After a brief pause for consideration, Yue Yunlan finally nodded. "Very well, two months it is."

Given her father's level of cultivation, the peculiar illness wouldn't pose an immediate threat to his life. Two months wouldn't be too long of a wait.

"After two months, I'll come back. Mr Ling, Senior Duanmu, I have some matters to attend to, so I won't overstay my welcome. Farewell!"

Yue Yunlan gave Ling Feng a deep look and then motioned to Qiao Qiao by her side. "Qiao Qiao, let's go!"

Ling Feng calmly stated, "Allow me to accompany the two ladies down the mountain."

"Alright." Yue Yunlan nodded, showing no objection. "That would be good."