The middle-aged man was also somewhat uneasy, cold sweat dripping from his forehead like broken pearls, as if he were enduring immense pain.
"I will... give one hundred low-grade spirit stones... just to... stop the injury!" the middle-aged man made a heavy promise.
Upon hearing this, the faces of the several doctors were filled with surprise. To be able to afford low-grade spirit stones and to casually offer a hundred, it was clear that this person was no ordinary individual!
However, the injury was too severe, and despite several rounds of acupuncture, they were at a loss.
At that moment, Lin Hao also joined the crowd, watching the old doctors perform acupuncture. He shook his head; this person was not only injured but also poisoned, and none of the people present had noticed.
"Boy! What kind of expression is that!" The woman with the ponytail, glancing at Lin Hao, noticed his cold smile, which seemed to be one of disdain.
"You can't treat him, and he will die within two hours," Lin Hao said objectively.
Upon hearing this, the people of the Hundred Herbs Hut, from the apprentices and workers to the doctors and managers, were instantly furious.
"Where did you come from, you brat, to dare speak so arrogantly in my Hundred Herbs Hut? Get out!"
"You, a mere youth, know what?"
The middle-aged manager and the woman with the ponytail angrily rebuked him.
In the past, Lin Hao would have turned and left, not caring about such trivial matters.
But he was a member of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he had a close relationship with its founder. If he saw someone in danger and did not help, it would be hard to explain.
Lin Hao ignored them and walked straight to the man in the brocade robe, whispering, "Senior, if you trust me, let me treat you."
"You...?" The man in the brocade robe looked at Lin Hao, frowning.
He was only about thirteen or fourteen, still a young boy, and probably couldn't even read medical texts, let alone practice medicine.
"Young man, do you know what medicine is? Don't talk nonsense here, or you'll bear the consequences!" The chief doctor of the Hundred Herbs Hut looked at Lin Hao, his face darkening.
"Do you guarantee that you can save him?" Lin Hao countered.
The chief doctor sneered, "In this world, nothing is certain. We do our best."
Lin Hao ignored him and looked at the man in the brocade robe, "This injury is two days old."
"Ridiculous! This is clearly a new injury, how can it be two days old!" The woman with the ponytail immediately contradicted him.
But the man in the brocade robe was shocked, "You... how do you know... this injury is indeed from two days ago..."
In his previous life, Lin Hao was the Nine Heavens Emperor, unparalleled in medicine, and his judgment was sharp. The man's fatal issue was not the injury but the severe poison in his body, which was chronic and would only take effect after two days. Lin Hao naturally knew this.
"Senior, if you trust me, let me treat you. If I fail, I will die with you, but one hundred low-grade spirit stones won't make me act," Lin Hao said.
Upon hearing this, the manager of the Hundred Herbs Hut immediately flew into a rage, summoning some martial artists from the back to throw Lin Hao out.
"Wait... wait!" Suddenly, the man in the brocade robe spoke, stopping the martial artists.
"Let this... young brother give it a try..." The man in the brocade robe struggled to sit up. Since the doctors of the Hundred Herbs Hut were at a loss, he might as well take a chance.
Though he was reluctant to entrust his life to a young boy, he knew his condition better than anyone. He would surely die within two hours, so why not give it a try if there was a glimmer of hope?
Though it was hard to believe that Lin Hao had genuine skills at his age, the man in the brocade robe knew his condition wouldn't last much longer. He saw Lin Hao as a last resort, treating a dead horse as if it were alive.
Hearing the man in the brocade robe speak, the doctors tried to dissuade him, warning him not to risk his life.
"One high-grade spirit stone to save your life. Do you agree, Senior?" Lin Hao ignored the doctors and the manager, stating his price.
One high-grade spirit stone was equivalent to ten medium-grade spirit stones, or a thousand low-grade spirit stones, which only the major families could afford.
"If you can really... save me... the high-grade spirit stone... is yours!" The man in the brocade robe was straightforward. Compared to his life, a high-grade spirit stone was nothing.
"Can I borrow a needle?" Lin Hao looked at the middle-aged manager.
"Fine! I'll lend you the needle. If anything goes wrong, it's not the fault of the Hundred Herbs Hut." The middle-aged man handed the golden needle to Lin Hao.
"Silver needles will do." Lin Hao refused the golden needle and asked for silver needles.
"Hmph... you're asking for death." The woman with the ponytail sneered, handing the silver needles to Lin Hao.
Taking the silver needles, Lin Hao placed his hand on several major acupoints on the man's head. Before anyone could react, he inserted a needle.
"Spit!"
Immediately, the man in the brocade robe spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Boy! You dare to harm someone!"
Seeing this, the people of the Hundred Herbs Hut were shocked. This young man dared to use needles on someone's head!
The head is the root of human spirit, with complex acupoints, a forbidden area. Even accomplished doctors wouldn't dare to use needles on someone's head!
"Boy, you...!" The man in the brocade robe was terrified, trying to resist but feeling powerless.
In an instant, Lin Hao inserted seven or eight more needles, all on major acupoints on the man's head.
"Ah...!" At that moment, the man in the brocade robe spat out several more mouthfuls of black blood.
"Most of the poison has been expelled. Don't practice your skills for a few days, and you'll be fine. Rest for a while, and the remaining poison will be expelled on its own." Lin Hao's expression was calm, and with a wave of his right hand, he retrieved all the silver needles from the man's head.
"Ridiculous! You can treat injuries with random needle insertions?! The black blood he spat out is his true blood. You've caused a major disaster!" The woman with the ponytail coldly shouted.
"Ignorant, that's poison blood." Lin Hao cleaned the silver needles and put them back in the silver box, responding nonchalantly.
"Ignorant?! You're talking nonsense. If he wasn't poisoned, how could he have poison blood?"
As the woman with the ponytail scolded, the man in the brocade robe's furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and his pale face regained some color.
After a few breaths, the man in the brocade robe stood up, looking at Lin Hao with surprise, "Young brother... your medical skills are profound, I'm impressed!"
Upon hearing this, the woman with the ponytail and the middle-aged manager were stunned.
"Please keep your promise, one high-grade spirit stone." Lin Hao smiled, knowing that one high-grade spirit stone would solve his problem.
"This..." The man in the brocade robe was a bit embarrassed, "Young brother, I'm on a business trip and don't have the spirit stones with me."
As he spoke, the man took out a token from his pocket, handed it to Lin Hao, and whispered, "I'm from the Heavenly Sword Sect. Keep this token safe and don't show it to anyone. Come to the Heavenly Sword Sect with this token, and I'll repay you tenfold."
Lin Hao glanced at the token, then put it in his pocket, not worried about the man reneging.
"Your great kindness, I will remember forever! I have matters to attend to today and can't stay long. Take care, young brother, and remember what I told you!" The man in the brocade robe said, leaving a lingering shadow as he disappeared.
"Loss-making business..." Lin Hao sighed.
At that moment, the manager and the woman with the ponytail of the Hundred Herbs Hut were dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.
This young man had saved a critically injured person in less than ten breaths!
And he used silver needles!
Lin Hao had no interest in staying and turned to leave.
"Wait... wait! Young brother, hold on!" Suddenly, the middle-aged manager blocked Lin Hao's path, his face filled with shock.
"Is there something else?" Lin Hao asked.
"Young brother! I am He Feng, the manager of the Hundred Herbs Hut. I didn't know you were here, and I failed to welcome you properly. What happened earlier was a misunderstanding!" The middle-aged manager hurriedly said.
"Then what?" Lin Hao asked.
"Go and bring the young miss!" The middle-aged manager turned to the woman with the ponytail, urging her.
The woman with the ponytail nodded and quickly ran to the back.
...
Lin Hao frowned, what were these people from the Hundred Herbs Hut up to?
"Young brother, you are so knowledgeable in medicine at such a young age. I misjudged you earlier and was disrespectful. Please forgive me!"
Looking at Lin Hao, the middle-aged manager's eyes were filled with admiration.
At just thirteen or fourteen, he was far more skilled than the chief doctor of the Hundred Herbs Hut.
At that moment, the doctors of the Hundred Herbs Hut were shocked, almost disbelieving.
"The young miss is here!" Soon, the woman with the ponytail returned, followed by a woman in white silk with a delicate face.
The woman was in her early twenties, her face filled with a warm smile.
"My name is Yi Qing. May I know your name, sir?" Yi Qing had heard from the woman with the ponytail about Lin Hao's use of silver needles to save someone, and she was quite impressed.
"Lin Hao." Lin Hao replied calmly.
"Sir Lin, I apologize for the lack of hospitality. I hope you won't hold it against me." Yi Qing smiled warmly, not looking down on Lin Hao because of his young age.
A patient that even the chief doctor of the Hundred Herbs Hut couldn't treat was cured by Lin Hao in ten breaths, clearly showing his exceptional medical talent.
"Is there something you need?" Lin Hao didn't want to waste time at the Hundred Herbs Hut. Since he didn't have enough money, he would come back another day to buy silver needles.
"Ha ha, Sir Lin, for curing the patient, these golden and silver needles are a small token of our appreciation." As she spoke, Yi Qing took the golden and silver boxes from the manager and handed them to Lin Hao.
Seeing this, Lin Hao didn't hesitate, taking the silver box and saying, "The golden needles are unnecessary, just the silver ones."
With that, Lin Hao turned to leave.
"Sir Lin, hold on!" Yi Qing leaped in front of Lin Hao, "Sir Lin, your medical skills are astonishing. Would you be interested in joining the Medical Alliance as a position?"
Clearly, the woman was trying to recruit Lin Hao.
"Medical Alliance..." Lin Hao thought. In his previous life as the Nine Heavens Emperor, one of his disciples was a grand elder of the Medical Alliance.
"No, my goal is in martial arts." Lin Hao shook his head, refusing outright.
He had no time to waste at the Medical Alliance. His priority was to rebuild his spirit roots and one day seek revenge on the Holy Heaven Sect.
Yi Qing seemed reluctant, trying to persuade him, but Lin Hao wouldn't budge.
At just thirteen or fourteen, he could use silver needles to save someone, and it was said that the needles were inserted in the forbidden area of the head!
Such a medical prodigy at such a young age was rare in the Heavenly Domain.