The Qin Physician is Truly a Divine Healer

Shocking! Horrifying!

No one had expected that Long Dingtian, the president of the antique city association, would now be slapped silly by Su Muwan's lackey.

He was actually laughing hysterically in public??

"President, President, please don't do this, President."

"Everyone is watching."

A group of staff members stepped forward, looking at Long Dingtian with uncertainty as he laughed uncontrollably.

"Hahaha!!"

"All of you, shut up!"

"You don't understand anything!"

After laughing heartily, Long Dingtian had tears rolling down his cheeks.

He looked around at everyone in the hall, then said solemnly: "Actually... there's something I'm sure you all know, which is that I'm a useless person who can't cultivate."

"But... it's different now."

Long Dingtian walked to Qin Luo's side and respectfully introduced him: "Qin Luo, Master Qin has received true teachings from Miss Su. His medical skills are unfathomable. Just now, he cured my years of useless physique!"

"I... can cultivate now!"

Qin Luo slightly raised his chin, calmly sweeping his gaze over each face in the hall.

His composed demeanor immediately made everyone gasp.

Hiss!!

What?!

They looked at Qin Luo in disbelief.

He... knows medical skills?!

An elderly business owner stood up. Everyone could see his body trembling constantly, his hands shaking terribly.

He swallowed and looked at Long Dingtian incredulously, asking: "President Long, are you joking right now?"

"Hahaha!! Old Huang, do you think I need to joke?"

"Don't you also have a hidden illness? If you could get Master Qin to help, he could definitely cure your body!"

"However..."

Long Dingtian wiped his tears, then looked respectfully at Qin Luo and said: "Whether you can get Master Qin's help depends on your sincerity."

As the words fell.

Old Huang shakily reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He was the chairman of a racing group, owning several professional racing car manufacturing companies.

He was financially powerful.

In his youth, he was also a race car driver.

But unfortunately... in his later years..

He developed Parkinson's disease!!

This is a neurodegenerative disease that mainly affects motor function.

And current treatments can only alleviate symptoms, not cure the disease.

For someone who was once a race car driver, this was an incredibly painful thing.

Now hearing what Long Dingtian said.

Doesn't this mean... he might have a chance at recovery?

Long Dingtian, President Long wouldn't be willing to take a slap just to speak for this lackey.

So... this is obviously true!

Thinking of this, Old Huang shakily walked out of his seat.

"Chairman Huang..."

The bodyguard beside him hurriedly supported him as they walked towards the stage.

Meanwhile, whispers of discussion could be heard from the surrounding crowd.

"Does Chairman Huang really believe this lackey knows medical skills?"

"Yeah, how could such a difficult illness be cured?"

"Chairman Huang is desperately seeking any cure!"

Situ Rufeng's expression hadn't been calm since he saw Long Dingtian come over and ask Qin Luo to slap him.

The fact that Long Dingtian couldn't cultivate wasn't a secret among their martial arts families.

Previously, Long Dingtian's dantian was withered, like a desert that hadn't been nourished for a long time.

But now...

He actually felt a slight sensation of true qi flowing.

Situ Rufeng's expression was shocked. Did this mean... Long Dingtian... was really cured by that slap?

This lackey also knows medical skills?!?

Jiang Xueqi was full of disappointment. She naturally knew Chairman Huang.

Grandpa Huang... why do you also believe this man?

Oh right..

Jiang Xueqi remembered that Wang Yong had always said he knew medical skills, so she turned her head to look at Wang Yong behind her and asked: "Wang Yong, does this lackey really know medical skills?"

Hearing this.

Wang Yong's eyes flickered slightly.

To be honest, Long Dingtian's dantian was withered earlier, but after being slapped by Qin Luo, it seemed to show signs of revival.

But!

Wang Yong's expression was disdainful. He could also use this kind of treatment method, and even treat faster with better results.

So he determined that Qin Luo just happened to know how to treat this one difficult illness.

Thinking of this.

Wang Yong's expression was arrogant, and he sneered: "Heh, Miss Jiang, there's no need to worry. He's nothing but a clown."

"After the auction ends, I'll let him know... what is the most cruel thing for a man!"

"He knows medical skills, right? Then let's see if he can really solve it!!"

Hearing this, Jiang Xueqi felt much better.

Her eyes showed a hint of joy, then she hesitantly looked at Wang Yong and said: "Wang Yong, I find that you're the only one who dares to stand up against such evil people. I misjudged Brother Rufeng and Brother Long."

When Wang Yong heard this, he smiled inwardly and nodded: "It's good that you understand, Xueqi. My master sent me to protect you, so you just need to trust me."

Jiang Xueqi nodded, but there was still something that made her feel a bit disappointed. She sighed and said: "It's a pity about that manual that could cure me. Now it can only be handed over to Su Muwan's lackey by Brother Long."

After hearing this, Wang Yong shook his head, his eyes showing a hint of playfulness. He confidently said: "Heh, don't worry, Xueqi. Later, I'll make that lackey kneel on the ground and obediently hand over the manual."

As soon as these words were spoken.

Jiang Xueqi's eyes lit up with joy, and she exclaimed: "Really?"

"Wang Yong, you're so good to me."

For some reason, Jiang Xueqi felt an inexplicable sense of security towards Wang Yong.

Why do I suddenly feel so safe with Wang Yong by my side...

On the auction stage.

Old Huang shakily walked up to Qin Luo. He looked at Qin Luo respectfully, cupped his hands and said: "Master Qin, please save this old man."

"As long as you can cure this old man, I'm willing to give 51% of my group's shares to Miss Su!!"

Old Huang had already enjoyed everything in life, and now he just wanted to cure himself and enjoy a thrilling car race.

That way...

He would be very satisfied.

Car racing...

Oh right, I remember there was a setting in Su Muwan's character profile about liking car racing.

Tsk.. how can this big villain like antiques, car racing, and stone gambling all at once.......

Nevermind, let's not think about it.

Qin Luo slightly raised his hand, looking at the trembling old man in front of him, and asked: "Are you sure?"

"My treatment method is different from others."

"This palm... will be very painful."

Hearing this, Old Huang struggled to look at Qin Luo's raised palm.

But thinking that he already had one foot in the grave, rather than entering the coffin with regret.

Why not! Take a chance!

Thinking this, he gritted his teeth and replied: "I..."

Slap!

"Argh!"

Before he could finish speaking.

Qin Luo backhanded a slap, saying calmly: "Forgot to mention, the effect is best when you're not prepared."

Thud!

Old Huang fell to the ground, holding his burning cheek.

His mind was buzzing.

He really slapped him?

Not even giving him a moment to prepare?

Everyone in the hall was staring wide-eyed at the stage.

Is... is he cured?

Wang Yong coldly smiled at this scene.

What a joke.

This kind of symptom could only be cured by his master, the "Divine Doctor", in the whole world.

You mere lac... la... hm?

Wang Yong hadn't finished thinking.

Old Huang, under everyone's shocked gaze, suddenly sprang up from the ground.

Feeling his own body, he shouted incredulously: "This old man!! Is cured!!"