mug smile played on his lips. Even if you were amazing, so what Even if you knew a lot of bigwigs, so what You're still being humbled by me.He waved his hand at his men: "Take him away."Several people...Amidst the envious gazes of the crowd, Ye Bufan simply waved his hand and said, "Since I have already set the price at one thousand high-grade spirit stones, I won't charge any more."

Zhang Xiaoyu saw that he really didn't accept it, thanked him again and again after leaving the Gu Yimen Medical Hall.

The moment he left, the crowd erupted in a flurry of noise once again.

"This little doctor, how can I not understand him Is he money-loving or not"

"Indeed, if you don't value money so much, why set such a high price But if you love money, why not accept the two thousand top-grade spirit stones that were offered"

"What do you know Didn't I just say so This is clearly priced, whoever wants it can take it..."

Amidst the murmur of the crowd, a tall middle-aged man walked in from outside.

This person is also a cultivator, whose cultivation has reached the peak of the Refining Void realm, but his face reveals an unhealthy pallor.

He looked at Ye Bufan, his eyes filled with excitement and longing.

"Would the esteemed physician be willing to treat me"

Jiang Fangzhou pointed to the notice beside him and said, "Of course, the consultation fee is one thousand high-grade spirit stones."

Since the rules are set, they cannot be changed casually. Otherwise, given Ye Bufan's just-displayed medical skills, I am afraid that the threshold here would be immediately trampled upon by those present. Then, it would be impossible to achieve the previous expected effect.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man flipped his wrist, and a pile of spirit stones appeared in the hall of the clinic. They were instantly filled with spiritual energy, clearly a thousand top-grade spirit stones.

Jiang Fangzhou finished counting the spirit stones and walked directly to the medical table, getting ready. He extended his left hand.

"Little divine doctor, please take a look at me."

Ye Bufan reached out and pressed his hand against the man's pulse. After a moment, he withdrew it.

"This isn't an illness, it's an internal injury."

Ye Bufan could naturally tell that this middle-aged man didn't fully trust him, and was now testing his medical skills.

"This internal injury was self-inflicted. Three years ago, eager to break through the bottleneck of the integration stage, you blindly took a certain elixir."

Haste makes waste. Not only did he fail to break through, but he also injured three meridians in his body.

Now not only can my cultivation no longer make any progress, but whenever it rains, I feel a sharp pain in my chest, and sometimes my true energy even flows backwards...

As Ye Bufan spoke eloquently, the middle-aged man's eyes widened with astonishment, his expression utterly dumbfounded.

He had been watching the commotion from outside the crowd and witnessed Ye Bufan treating Zhang Xiaoyu with his own eyes before stepping forward to treat her.

Even so, he wasn't one hundred percent trusting. One doctor can cure one patient, doesn't mean he can cure the next.

Now, having heard what the other party said, it was exactly like his own personal experience, even down to the time of his failed breakthrough.

"Divine doctor, truly a divine doctor!"

After coming to his senses, he was extremely excited, "Divine doctor, is that really true I received a red jade Zhu Guo three years ago."

But because no suitable alchemist could be found, and being eager to break through the Nascent Soul stage, he swallowed it directly.

"The medicinal properties of the red jade jujube were too potent, they not only failed to help me breakthrough, but instead destroyed three of my meridians…"

"Having recounted his condition once more, the middle-aged man asked again, "Little Divine Physician, can my injury be cured"

He was visibly anxious now, after all, a diagnosis is one thing, but whether or not it can be cured is another.

Over the years, he has seen countless famous doctors, but all to no avail.

“Of course I can cure it, once you pay me I can cure your illness.”

Ye Bufan asked the middle-aged man to sit cross-legged on the adjacent bed, and then began using Huitian needles to treat his illness.

With his current medical skills, repairing the three damaged meridians wouldn't be too difficult. After about a quarter of an hour, the paleness on the middle-aged man's face vanished, replaced by a healthy flush.

"Alright, how does that feel"

Ye Bufan spoke, reaching out with a hand gesture. Dozens of silver needles all returned to his palm.

"Amazing! It's really amazing! My internal injuries are actually healed!"

The middle-aged man was filled with excitement. For three years, he thought he was ruined, but today he was unexpectedly able to repair his injuries.

This is simply a second life for cultivators.

"Don't worry, let me help you with that."

Now Ye Bufan just wants to quickly increase his fame, naturally he has to make the treatment effect to the extreme.

Have the other party sit cross-legged again and then impact the bottleneck of the fusion stage.

Although the middle-aged man didn't quite understand his intentions, he began to practice and break through as instructed.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, as time passed, his aura grew stronger and stronger, but in the end, he was just a little short, never able to take that final step.

Just then, Ye Bufan suddenly made a move like lightning, a silver needle piercing the middle-aged man's dantian.

After the silver needles were inserted, the true qi within the dantian instantly strengthened considerably. While this amount of growth wouldn't be significant under normal circumstances, it was now the final straw that broke the camel's back.

A crackling sound like eggshells breaking reached the middle-aged man's ear, followed by a sudden surge of energy, his aura skyrocketing to the Nascent Soul stage.

"I did it! I actually broke through!"

The middle-aged man jumped up, excited like a child.

Having been plagued by injuries for so long, he is now not only healed from his internal wounds but has also achieved a lifelong dream, becoming a powerhouse in the fusion stage.

"Doctor Ye, thank you so much!"

A middle-aged man knelt down with a thud inside the clinic, repeatedly kowtowing to Ye Bufan.

Those onlookers also instantly exploded, after all, this therapeutic effect was truly incredible.

"Divine doctor! Truly a divine doctor! Not only can he heal illnesses, but he can also help people enhance their cultivation..."

"This thousand top-grade spirit stones were totally worth it, I made a killing!"

"What kind of medicine is this, it's simply divine..."

Ye Bufan curled the corner of his mouth into a smile. This was exactly the effect he wanted now.

Kunlun Continent's media is underdeveloped, and only events of immense influence could possibly reach the ears of Situ Dianmo.

She reached out and helped the middle-aged man to his feet. After expressing his gratitude profusely, he left the clinic.

He had just left, and a tall, thin man appeared in front of the clinic. He wore a gray robe and carried a long sword on his back.

This person had a cold expression, their triangular eyes radiating malice. Their aura was powerful, already that of a late-stage cultivator who had achieved body fusion.

What's most striking is that his left sleeve is empty, obviously missing an arm.

As soon as he appeared, the crowd let out gasps of astonishment. Then, the onlookers quickly stepped back, parting to make way for him, clearly filled with fear of this man.

"Isn't this the one-armed swordsman, Liu Wuyang How did he get here"

"Oh no, as soon as this guy arrives, the little doctor is definitely going to be in trouble. He's definitely going to be ripped off!"

"Speak softly, if anyone hears us we're in trouble…"

Whispers rippled through the crowd, voices hushed but unable to fully contain their intrigue. Yet Ye Bufan's spirit was strong, his senses keen enough to catch every word.

From the murmurs of the crowd, it was easy to tell that this guy wasn't a good sort, he was trouble.

Then a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth. Whoever came didn't matter as long as they could help him boost his fame.s no other choice but to persevere through this difficult situation.Zhang Jie stepped forward and said, "Boss, what should we do""It's all your bad ideas!"Pan Guangfa, enraged and ashamed, vented his...