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Chapter 227: The Small Physician Heals People, the Great Physician Heals the World
Watching Master’s back recede into the distance, Lu Qing stood momentarily stunned.
Why had he bothered wasting words earlier—making those Liu Yun Zong disciples confess their crimes?
It wasn’t because he wanted answers.
With his own abilities, he didn’t need to go through such tedious means to gather information.
In truth, he had been speaking not for himself—but for Master.
Otherwise, Lu Qing would never have done such pointless work. He would’ve simply killed every last one of those scum without hesitation.
Now, it was clear—Master had been thoroughly enraged by what the Liu Yun Zong disciples had done.
“But Master,” Lu Qing said, “if we go to Yun Zhou now, our journey will surely be delayed.”
“No matter,” Old Doctor replied, his voice calm. “It’s just a detour. Yun Zhou is still there. It won’t run away. As long as we’re determined, we’ll reach it eventually.”
Old Doctor wasn’t in Yi Dao.
Lu Qing paused, then let out a soft laugh. “Then it’s settled, Master. Let’s go take on Liu Yun Zong. Speaking of which, Fang Zhuangzhu once mentioned that Liu Yun Zong might have more than one Xian Tian Jing Qiang Zhe. In that case, we’ll truly need your strength.”
“Stop flattering me,” Old Doctor chided with a smile, then added, “But as long as their Xian Tian Jing hasn’t reached full mastery, I should still be able to hold them off.”
Lu Qing blinked, surprised. After a moment, he said, “Master… you’ve changed.”
In the past, Master would never have spoken with such confidence.
“Do you know why I’ve spent years studying the Green Bag Medical Canon of the Divine Physician?” Old Doctor asked.
“I don’t know, Master,” Lu Qing admitted. He himself had been puzzled.
Master’s skill in medicine had long surpassed even the legendary Divine Physician—some even said he had surpassed her. After all, legend claimed the Divine Physician herself had never reached Xian Tian Jing.
Lu Qing had read the Green Bag Medical Canon too. Its theories on Medical Skills were indeed profound, but from his current perspective, nothing in it seemed particularly miraculous.
It hardly seemed worthy of a Xian Tian Jing Qiang Zhe like Master spending so much time on it.
“Inside the Green Bag Medical Canon, the Divine Physician didn’t just record countless excellent prescriptions—she also left behind her reflections on what it means to be a healer.
One line, I never truly paid attention to before, has struck me deeply today.”
“Which line, Master?”
“The Divine Physician wrote: A physician who heals the sick is a small physician. One who heals the world, who saves the people—only then is he a true great physician.”
A deep emotion flickered in Old Doctor’s eyes.
“Old man that I am, I’ve spent my life healing the sick—whether small or great physician, it never mattered to me.
But today… what I’ve seen and heard has opened my eyes.
This world is truly broken.
Human hearts have become so deceitful and cruel, they’re beyond healing.
I may not be able to cure this world, but at the very least… I can seek justice for the villagers who died in this town.
I can cleanse the festering wounds of this shattered world.
I can cut out even one tiny tumor of evil.”
Watching the firm resolve on Master’s face, Lu Qing was speechless.
“Alright,” Old Doctor said, turning to leave. “I’ll tend to Fang Zhuangzhu and the others’ wounds, and ask about Yun Zhou’s situation. Then we’ll set off.”
He walked away, leaving Lu Qing standing there, staring at his master’s back, lost in thought.
“What? Chen Laodaifu, Lu Xiao Langjun—you’re going to Yun Zhou?”
When Fang Tao and his disciples learned of Old Doctor’s plan, they were all stunned.
“Chen Laodaifu, you’ve just killed the Shao Zong Zhu of Liu Yun Zong and dozens of their disciples! Liu Yun Zong is known for protecting its own—how can you think they’ll let this go? Going there now is like walking straight into a trap!”
“Indeed, Lu Gongzi! That Shao Zong Zhu was the grandson of Liu Yun Zong’s Tai Shang Elder and the son of the Sect Master! You killed him—this is a direct slap in the face to the entire sect! To go there now is suicide!”
Da Shi, still wrapped in bandages, urged them to reconsider.
Even Fang Rou and the others looked anxious.
“Master Fang,” Lu Qing said with a calm smile, “you’re overthinking it.”
“Liu Yun Zong doesn’t even know what happened here. How could they come after us? We’re going to Yun Zhou for urgent matters. Once we’re done, we’ll leave immediately—no lingering. Please don’t worry.”
Fang Tao paused, then realized the truth.
Right. The disciples who had pursued them had all been killed. Not a single one had escaped to report back.
So Liu Yun Zong had no idea who they were.
Still, the timing felt suspicious.
“Chen Laodaifu,” Fang Tao said after a moment, “if that’s the case, let me go with you. I know Yun Zhou well. I’m familiar with the major factions and their power structures. With my guidance, avoiding Liu Yun Zong’s people should be no problem.”
“No need,” Lu Qing said. “You’re still injured and need rest. Besides, our carriage is already cramped—there’s no room for another. Just help us mark the locations of the major sects in Yun Zhou, so we can prepare and steer clear of trouble.”
Hearing this, Fang Tao finally believed them.
They weren’t just recklessly charging in—they had a real mission.
So he drew a simple map, marking the main sects in Yun Zhou and explaining their influence.
“Lu Xiao Langjun, in Yun Zhou, there are three dominant sects. Each has a Xian Tian Jing Lao Zu within it—so even the Zhou Fu can’t control them.
Among them, Liu Yun Zong is the most ruthless.
Given what you’ve done—killing their Shao Zong Zhu—you must avoid any encounter with their disciples at all costs.”
Fang Tao now understood: this group was far more powerful than anyone had thought.
Lu Qing’s strength alone was enough to crush most sects.
But the three major sects were different—each had a Xian Tian Jing Lao Zu, and immense influence.
Even Lu Qing and his master might not be able to handle them head-on.
Best to avoid them entirely.
“Thank you, Master Fang,” Lu Qing said, tucking the map away.
“We’ll be on our way now. You all stay here and recover. Master has left medicine and prescriptions—just follow the dosage, and your bodies will heal in no time.”
As Old Doctor and the others prepared to leave, the surviving townspeople couldn’t stay behind. They gathered at the gate, eager to see them off.
“Old Doctor, Young Master—this time, you saved us from those monsters. We’d all be dead without you. This kindness, the people of Qingfeng Town will never forget. I’ve nothing to offer but a small basket of rice and flour—please take it.”
An elderly man, trembling slightly, held out a basket. Beside him stood two children, no more than five or six years old.
Behind them, a crowd of villagers stood, each holding something—food, clothes, medicine.
“Old Man, you don’t need to do this,” Old Doctor said, gently pushing the basket back.
He looked at the crowd, then spoke clearly, “Everyone, please take your things back. Our carriage isn’t lacking food—it can’t carry so much.”
Qingfeng Town had suffered greatly. Many had died.
The items they offered might be their only means of survival in the coming hard days.
Old Doctor wouldn’t take them.
The townspeople tried to insist, but under his firm yet gentle refusal, they eventually gave in and reclaimed their gifts.
After turning them all down, Old Doctor looked at the crowd.
“Friends, if anyone asks about our whereabouts, tell them plainly—we’ve gone to Yun Zhou. Don’t hide it. And remember—don’t try to be brave. Stay safe.”
With that, he stepped into the carriage without another word.
“Drive on!” Ma Gu cracked the whip, and the carriage slowly rolled out of town.
“Begging for our saviors!”
After the carriage had traveled more than ten zhang, the old man suddenly dropped to his knees, pulling his two grandchildren with him. He pounded the ground with his forehead.
The children, confused but trusting, followed his lead, bowing their heads too.
“Begging for our saviors!”
Their act triggered something in the crowd.
In an instant, the entire street was filled with people kneeling, bowing their heads in gratitude toward the departing carriage.
The sight was overwhelming.
Fang Tao and his disciples stood frozen, stunned to silence.
Only when the carriage vanished into the distance did the townspeople slowly rise.
Fang Rou turned to her father, puzzled. “Father… what did Chen Laodaifu mean when he said that just now?”
Fang Tao, still caught in emotion, suddenly snapped back to reality.
His face paled.
“No… no! Chen Laodaifu isn’t going to Yun Zhou for some urgent matter. He’s going to lure Liu Yun Zong away—so they won’t come back to destroy this town again!”
(End of Chapter)
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