Suddenly, Sun Haoran got up, which silenced the ongoing argument between Xu Song and Doctor Liu, and they looked at him in surprise.
Could it be, old man Sun was really brought back to life by Zhang Xian? It seemed impossible! Even if Zhang Xian knew acupuncture, it was impossible for a patient with cerebral hemorrhage to sit up so quickly, right?
"What the..." Zhu Qing was also stunned by Sun Haoran's sudden sitting.
Despite her grandfather being a veteran traditional Chinese doctor, she had no interest in learning, she saw Traditional Chinese Medicine as a declining field with no future, but that didn't mean she understood nothing about it.
She was well aware of the severe implications of cerebral hemorrhage as a nurse in the city's No. 1 hospital. It was an extremely high-risk disease. How did Zhang Xian manage to save old man Sun?
Today's event seemed to go beyond her understanding, an impossible situation was happening right before her eyes.
"Old man Sun..." Qian Bo and Zheng Jun were so moved they almost burst into tears.
"I'm fine." Sun Haoran shook his head, walked up to Zhang Xian, bowed, and laughed: "Young man, you are the most skilled and youngest Divine Doctor I have ever seen."
"Ah, you flatter me, sir." Zhang Xian laughed and waved his hand.
"Excellent, truly excellent." Sun Haoran found that Zhang Xian was humble and polite, and nodded in satisfaction.
Having such profound medical skills at a young age, being humble and polite, selfless and caring, without a hint of showoff or pride, was extraordinary.
"Young man, thank you." Qian Bo walked up and said with a smile.
"No need, it was only a minor thing." Zhang Xian shook his head, as relaxed as ever.
Sun Haoran was even more amazed, he sensed an otherworldly aura from Zhang Xian. He knew that there were many skilled people in the world who enjoyed living a leisurely life, secluded in the mountains. The young man before him was talented, detached from worldly affairs, and certainly not of the ordinary.
"How is this possible…" Xu Song stared wide-eyed, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.
He had taken the opportunity to belittle Zhang Xian before, but now Zhang Xian had shown his stunning medical skills, effectively slapping him hard in the face.
Xu Li stood aside, hanging her head, too embarrassed to say another word.
"Hmm…" Zhu Qing was quite pleased, her gaze at Xu Li was full of disdain.
A woman who relied on her looks for sustenance, acting all high and mighty? Had she not just had her face slapped?
"What…" Doctor Liu stood still, looking at Zhang Xian with an incredulous expression, as if he had just seen a god.
Seemingly, that old man didn't have a common cold, nor was it just a fever, but a severe stroke, which was somehow cured by a few needles to the hand of the young man before him? How was that possible?
"Young man, could you leave me a contact?" Sun Haoran looked at Zhang Xian and laughed.
"This..." Zhang Xian saw that despite Sun Haoran's smile, he emitted an unusual aura of a man above others, giving an extraordinary feeling.
After a slight hesitation, he nodded, "I don't have a mobile phone currently. If you need me in the future, you can find me at the nearby Humanity Clinic. I won't be going anywhere any time soon."
"Uh..." Sun Haoran felt a little awkward but didn't ask further.
Sometimes, the more talented someone is, the more peculiar their temperament, not easily making friends. Chattering would only counteract.
Coughing to conceal his awkwardness, he laughed and said, "It's almost noon now, how about we have a meal together, as a token of my gratitude for saving my life?"
"As I said, it was just a minor thing, no need for a meal." Zhang Xian shook his head, turned around and left, "However, you can pay the bill here."
"Interesting, indeed an interesting young man." Sun Haoran nodded with a smile.
Seeing Sun Haoran speaking so highly of Zhang Xian, Qian Bo was a bit surprised. When Zhang Xian had left the drink shop, he hurriedly ran up, handing a small card to Zhang Xian.
Zhang Xian looked down at the card and after a moment of surprise, not being polite, he put the card into his left hand's storage ring.
"Hey... stop..." Zhu Qing ran out after him.
"What? You have something else?" Zhang Xian stopped and turned to ask.
"No... nothing..." Zhu Qing sized Zhang Xian up and asked, "You... are you also a Traditional Chinese doctor?"
"That, that doesn't sound right." Said Zhang Xian shaking his head.
"What do you mean it doesn't sound right?" Zhu Qing looked at Zhang Xian perplexed, "You act like you would die if you didn't show off, wouldn't you? I've never met someone like you before."
"How am I showing off?" Zhang Xian was confused.
As for Traditional Chinese Medicine, he had never studied it. Saving lives was just about stimulating acupuncture points with his understanding of the human body, and using his spiritual energy to quickly heal internal injuries.
If he had indeed relied on acupuncture, it wouldn't be that easy to cure old man Sun's disease. His ability lay in his use of spiritual energy.
In fact, he wouldn't even need a golden needle, he could cure old man Sun's disease with his spiritual energy alone. Using acupuncture was just to prevent causing intrigue.
"I don't have time for you." Zhu Qing annoyed, walked forward.
"Hey, beauty, where are we going now?" Zhang Xian asked, catching up with a smile.
"To get your hair cut. Look at that nest of hair on your head, aren't you afraid of embarrassing yourself in public? I don't know what goes on in your head." Zhu Qing replied irritably.
Zhang Xian touched his messy hair, feeling a bit embarrassed. He didn't have much choice where he lived in the mountains. With only one old woman who knew how to cut hair, and whose skills weren't that good, what could he do?
Each time he got a haircut, the old woman would finish with a few snaps of her large pair of scissors.
"Here it is, go in by yourself, and remember, don't tell people that you know me." Zhu Qing stopped in front of a barbershop, turned to him and said irritably.
Zhang Xian gave a wry smile, turned around and went in, sitting down on a chair.
When he came out again, his messy hair had been replaced with a simple and fashionable medium-length style, tilting forward on his head. It had a bit of an artistic vibe and looked quite trendy.
"Wow, this guy really is somewhat handsome. What a waste to not take care of his appearance. What a pity for such a good-looking face." Zhu Qing was secretly amazed.
Zhang Xian walked out of the barbershop, not acknowledging Zhu Qing at the door, but went straight down the street, looking left and right at the occasional beauties passing by.
"Hey, Zhang Xian, you stop." Zhu Qing yelled angrily.
Zhang Xian still didn't react, with a bag in one hand and running the other through his hair, walking with a spring in his step.
"Dammit, what do you mean?" Zhu Qing, angered, walked over and gave him a kick.
"Ouch, what's wrong?" Zhang Xian asked confusedly.
"What do I mean? Why are you ignoring people? Who do you think you are, that everyone should care about you? Look at your own manners." Zhu Qing put her hands on her hips and scolded angrily.
"I ignored people? Why are women so unreasonable?" Zhang Xian complained: "You reminded me earlier not to tell people I knew you, I was just playing along with your wishes. Why are you blaming me now for ignoring you? Can't do this, can't do that, what do you want me to do? Why do I feel like I can't do right no matter what I do? How strange!"