Shanghai, a famous medical college student dormitory building.
Liu Chi was a soon-to-be graduate student at this medical college.
In half a year, he would officially graduate and become a proud intern in surgery.
During his years at school, Liu Chi studied hard every day, getting up early and staying up late, and had memorized nearly a thousand medical books.
He had thought that after a few years of internship and clinical experience, coupled with the opportunity to study abroad, he could return as a foreign-educated doctor, with the chance to become the head of a department before the age of thirty.
By then, he could have had his moment of swagger.
But today, his curse was his urge to click into Zhou Yunpeng's live broadcast room.
He saw Qingyun Mountain's Heavenly Master use talismans to save people.
Just a small talisman, lightly placed on someone's body.
Hai hei hai!
And just like that, they were cured!
The whole process took less than a minute.
Treated, just like that.
And thoroughly cured at that, without a single stitch or cut, not even a move from the Heavenly Master himself.
The talisman did all the work.
Could Liu Chi not be dumbfounded?
Damn it, after studying surgery for so many years, just as I'm about to graduate, you're telling me that the world doesn't believe in science, that I should be cultivating immortality?
The future of medicine might even face a complete overhaul.
Will there be no doctors in hospitals, only Taoists drawing talismans?
To register, pay, and then get a talisman stuck on?
It's all too ridiculous!
Could Liu Chi's mentality not collapse?
Liu Chi: Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Learning my ass!!
...
At this moment, the village chief, who had been lying unconscious at the entrance of the Taoist Temple, stirred and woke up.
Zhou Yuanpeng helped the chief up from the ground.
The village chief was still dazed at the moment.
He remembered that he was in the village when they were hit by the beast tide.
Countless wolves and leopards had descended from the mountain.
The villagers had suffered heavy losses, and those remaining had all hidden in the communal warehouse.
The chief had been rather unlucky at the time.
He was working in the fields when the beast tide suddenly struck, and gritting his teeth, he made a decision.
Instead of running back to the village to await death, why not take a risk and run towards Qingyun Mountain? With luck, if he could make it to the mountain and stay by the Heavenly Master's side, wouldn't it be safer than in the village?
But, unfortunately, the chief had stumbled upon a wolf halfway through his escape.
After fighting the wolf for more than a dozen rounds, the chief struck the wolf's waist with a hoe.
But he was also gravely injured, with slashes on his back from the wolf.
He had climbed the mountain solely on willpower and passed out without being able to explain himself.
Now, as the chief recalled the events, he hurriedly touched his back.
The next second, he was stunned: "Eh? Where's my wound?"
The entire chief was shocked.
What was going on?
Weren't his injuries severe just a moment ago?
Before climbing the mountain, the chief had even prepared his last words; what was happening now?
Were his injuries healed?
The chief could hardly believe it.
He clearly remembered how serious his wounds were, he had touched his back with his own hands, and it had been covered in blood.
He had been directly scratched multiple times by the wolf, losing so much blood, and now you're telling me it's all fine?
If it hadn't been for the Heavenly Master standing opposite him, the chief might have thought he was dead.
The chief asked, "Heavenly Master, was it you who saved me?"
Qin Hao nodded, "Sort of. It was just a trifle, really."
The chief had collapsed at the entrance of his Taoist Temple, and Qin Hao couldn't just stand by idly when life was at stake.
To Qin Hao, it was a trifle, but for the village chief, it was a completely different story.
This was a life-saving favor.
The chief kneeled down with a thud and kowtowed, "Thank you for saving my life, Heavenly Master! This humble old man is ready to serve you like an ox or a horse to repay your great kindness!"
The chief was so moved he didn't know what to say.
He had been gravely wounded when he came up the mountain, and he had almost lost his life.
If the Heavenly Master hadn't saved him, he would have been long gone by now.
Saving a life was like giving birth to him again. The chief was an honest man and promptly gave Qin Hao three loud bangs with his head on the ground.
Qin Hao helped him up, "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, Chief, there's no need for such formalities. It was really just a trifle, please stand up and talk."
To be fair to Qin Hao, the current First-Class Healing Talisman wasn't that valuable to him.
In less than three seconds, Qin Hao could draw one.
Isn't it just a simple effort?
Hearing Qin Hao speak, Zhou Yuanpeng curiously asked, "Heavenly Master Qin, that talisman just now had such an incredible effect. It must be quite precious and valuable, right?"
Zhou Yuanpeng had personally witnessed the miracle of the talisman.
Just by sticking it on someone.
A person severely injured, on the brink of death just a second ago, had recovered in less than a minute, hopping around.
How could such an effective talisman not be precious?
The Heavenly Master said it wasn't worth much, surely he was just being modest. Otherwise, the chief would have felt terribly indebted!
The Heavenly Master must have been considering the chief's feelings, hence he didn't speak the truth.
Not only Zhou Yuanpeng thought this way.
Everyone present, including the viewers in Zhou Yunpeng's live broadcast room who had seen the effect of the talisman, thought the same.
This talisman had to be precious.
Qin Hao glanced at Zhou Yuanpeng and said, "Precious? It's alright. As for being valuable? Layman, we in the Xuanmen Sect do not talk about money; we talk about fate. Talking about money cheapens the matter."
Listening to Qin Hao.
Zhou Yuanpeng understood.
Sure enough, the Heavenly Master had said the talisman was precious and couldn't be measured with money.
It seems that such a talisman, even in the hands of the Heavenly Master, probably wasn't plentiful.
In front of the live camera, Liu Chi from the medical school listened to the Heavenly Master's words.
He also breathed a sigh of relief.
Originally, he had been ready to give up his studies.
Now, hearing the Heavenly Master himself say that the talisman was very precious,
Liu Chi instantly felt at ease.
Thank goodness, although the talisman was miraculous, there were few of them, and even the Heavenly Master probably didn't have enough for his own use, let alone to let them circulate outside.
This meant that the future of medicine was still in the hands of doctors.
Liu Chi suddenly felt his confidence return.
He touched the medical book in his hand.
Studying medicine was still quite great.
At this time, the chief spoke, "Heavenly Master, something has happened down the mountain..."
That's when the chief remembered why he had come up the mountain.
Then, he recounted everything that had happened at the bottom of the mountain to Qin Hao from beginning to end.
Listening to the chief's narration.
Everyone present furrowed their brows tightly.
All had grim expressions.
The chief was now hoping the Heavenly Master would come down the mountain.
In his mind, the Heavenly Master of Qingyun Mountain was no different from a living immortal.
As long as the Heavenly Master came down from the mountain, any beast tide or wild animal could be easily dealt with!
But Qin Hao shook his head directly, refusing, "Chief, I might not agree to this request. Today, I have other important matters to attend to and, I'm afraid, I cannot descend the mountain."
The chief was shocked, "What?"
The Heavenly Master would not come down the mountain?