Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 295 - 293 Divine Doctor

Chapter 295: Chapter 293 Divine Doctor

Chapter 295 -293 Divine Doctor

After a month of preparation, Ning Daoran’s pharmacy finally opened its doors.

Big Stupid Deer and Little Bai discussed for a long time before deciding to name the pharmacy “Security Hall,” implying that no matter how badly one is beaten during a fight, even to the point of broken bones and tendons, coming to our Security Hall will surely save your life.

Ning Daoran always felt that the name was oddly familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he had heard it.

Once the pharmacy opened, Ning Daoran became busy.

He made an extra hundred Class B Paperfolk in the likeness of ordinary people to post advertisements for the pharmacy everywhere, making the words “Security Hall” infamous throughout Ji City in a short time, becoming well-known in every household.

Moreover, in the small workshop behind the pharmacy, ten Class A Paperfolk worked day and night to produce Elixir Pills, from basic Blood Strengthening Pills and Blood Melting Pills to Red Blood Pills—all the elixirs that could replenish a Martial Artist’s Blood Qi and enhance a Martial Artist’s Cultivation were to be crafted.

Additionally, about ten Paperfolk served as porters, shuttling back and forth between nearby States and cities, buying large quantities of herbs that fit the criteria of being old and cheap.

Thus, with Ning Daoran’s unremitting efforts to cut costs, the pharmacy’s profits naturally reached their maximum.

Moreover, the prices of Security Hall’s Elixir Pills were at least ten to twenty percent lower than those of other pharmacies in the city. These pills were crafted by Ning Daoran’s Class A counterparts, who were at least equivalent to Second Order High Grade alchemists. Naturally, the pills they produced had better healing effects, and in no time, the pharmacy’s business became wildly popular throughout the city!

So much so that many Martial Artists from other States came due to the pharmacy’s fame. Some merchant houses even secretly sent many staff members to pose as customers and line up seven or eight times a day to purchase Elixir Pills, hoping to hoard them for resale.

Little Bai and Chi Susu sat in the pharmacy every day, and when business got too hectic, even Little Bai and Little Blackie were let out to help, causing the pharmacy’s turnover to skyrocket and the income to be gratifying.

A month later, the pharmacy’s financial report for the first month came out.

The profit had reached a staggering 16,000 Spirit Stones!

“Quite good.”

Ning Daoran put down the report made by Little Bai, his eyes shining brightly, and encouraged everyone: “Next month we must continue to strive and reach new heights, making our pharmacy’s business prosper even more!”

Chi Susu smiled and nodded.

Big Stupid Deer, Little Blackie, and the others also clapped their hands in agreement. Big Brother spoke well, but it was a pity that he never mentioned a raise.

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Thus, Ning Daoran lay in the pharmacy’s backyard, living a life of lying down and counting money.

Months later, one afternoon.

Suddenly, a very noisy sound came from the front hall. Quickly, Chi Susu in a green skirt rushed into the backyard, her eyes red: “Young Master, my brother… he’s been injured by someone, and it’s very serious, please save him…”

“Oh?”

Ning Daoran frowned. He remembered that Chi Susu had a brother who practiced martial arts at a martial arts hall, though he had never met him, he vaguely remembered that it seemed his name was Chi Haoran. The martial arts hall he belonged to was not far, right on the front street at Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall.

After finishing her duties, Chi Susu would also bring some food and Blood Food to visit her brother, though Ning Daoran had never seen him.

“Let’s go. I’ll take a look.”

“Yes, Young Master!”

In the front hall, a group of vigorous Martial Artists burst into the pharmacy, and amidst the crowd, a young man lay on a stretcher, his face covered in blood and his body convulsing.

With one sweep of his Divine Sense, Ning Daoran found that the young man’s right arm bone was shattered, and his internal organs were bleeding. If not treated promptly, he would likely be beyond salvation.

“Hemostatic Pills… quick, Hemostatic Pills… we must save Junior Brother Chi!” a senior disciple shouted anxiously.

“Wait.”

Ning Daoran gently raised his hand: “With internal bleeding, Hemostatic Pills won’t work.”

The crowd looked over in surprise.

Chi Susu said, “This is my Young Master, a master of medicine. Everyone step back and let the Young Master save him…”

“Oh.”

The disciples from Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall showed a look of realization, realizing that this person was the true owner of the pharmacy, a rare sight indeed, and he looked very young.

“Shopkeeper, please do your best to heal Chi Haoran, all expenses will be covered by Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall!”

From the crowd, a beautiful female Martial Artist stepped forward, solemnly cupping her fists towards Ning Daoran.

This woman was pretty, her short attire made her look neat and capable.

“Don’t worry, I will.”

Ning Daoran lightly flicked his sleeve, and an invisible gentle breeze pushed everyone back. The female Martial Artist was startled, thinking of resisting with her Blood Qi, but it seemed inappropriate, so she also consciously stepped back several paces.

“Uh…”

On the stretcher, the young man howled in pain.

Ning Daoran raised his hand and cast a Prohibition, isolating everyone from each other, and then used the Evergreen Technique to heal Chi Haoran’s injuries. His injuries were too severe, and internal bleeding was a condition with a high mortality rate even in modern times, let alone ancient times. Fortunately, the Eternal Green Technique was divine and resurrecting him would not be a problem.

At the moment Ning Daoran cast the Prohibition, his and the young man’s figures blurred before everyone’s eyes, and a vague veil appeared, obscuring the two of them from the disciples of Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall.

“A Cultivator?”

A disciple exclaimed, looking at the female Martial Artist: “Sister Su Mei, the owner of this pharmacy is actually a Cultivator?”

The female named Su Mei nodded lightly: “Yes, Ji City relies on Dragon Martial Mountain, so it’s not strange to have Cultivators. I hope the shopkeeper can heal Junior Brother Chi’s injuries, after all, he was injured while standing up for our martial arts hall and wouldn’t have been hurt to this extent otherwise.”

“Yes.”

A group of Martial Arts Academy Disciples nodded in agreement.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the treatment was finished.

Under the healing power of the Evergreen Technique, strands of indigo-colored Wood Attribute Spiritual Power, like spider silk, “stitched” up Chi Haoran’s injured and damaged organs. At the site of the wounds, countless Wood Attribute Spiritual Power continuously nourished, promoted growth and healing. By then, the internal bleeding had stopped, and even some minor wounds were visibly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“This…”

Su Mei was stunned, her beautiful eyes full of shock as she murmured, “Shopkeeper, you truly are a Divine Doctor…”

Ning Daoran smiled and said, “It’s just some trivial skills of Cultivators, nothing amazing. The title of Divine Doctor is something I truly do not deserve.”

With that, he turned and left.

In the main hall, Chi Haoran stayed in the Pharmacy to recuperate, while Su Mei left ten Spirit Stones as consultation fee. Normally, humans pay with Silver Taels for treatment, but she left Spirit Stones, probably because Ning Daoran saved a life using Immortal Law. Su Mei was quite understanding and reasonable about it.

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Backyard.

Chi Susu, her face full of gratitude, massaged the legs of Ning Daoran, who was reclined in a chair, and said with a smile, “Thank you, Young Master. If it weren’t for your help, my brother’s arm might not have been saved.”

“It was just a small effort.”

Ning Daoran said, “Susu, when you have time, you should advise your brother. Although Blood Qi Martial Artists are courageous and diligent, there are so many people in the Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall. Why should it always fall on Chi Haoran to stand up? Life is one’s own; once it’s gone, it’s gone.”

“Yes.”

Chi Susu nodded. “I will advise him, rest assured, Young Master.”

“Who is that leading lady?”

“Su Mei.”

Chi Susu said, “The daughter of Master Su of the Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall and also the Senior Sister of the hall. It is said that her martial arts talent is quite formidable, already reaching the Early-stage Condensed Liquid Realm as a Martial Artist, which is quite rare for her age in the entire Ji City.”

“Hmm.”

Ning Daoran nodded thoughtfully, probably not just as simple as a Martial Artist in the Condensed Liquid Realm—this Su Mei was also a Late-stage Qi Refining Cultivator. Ning Daoran could tell at a glance that she possessed a Sixth-grade Spirit Root.

The reason her Martial Artist Realm preceded probably had something to do with money. Although the Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall took many disciples, most of them were poor, and not much in the way of Spirit Stones could be squeezed out of them. Moreover, if Su Mei wanted to achieve Foundation Establishment, the expenses would be vast—just a single Foundation Establishment Pill would probably be more than the Martial Arts Hall could afford.

“Young Master, you seem to regard Su Mei quite highly. I saw you looking at her several times today…”

Chi Susu said softly.

“No, I just thought she resembled someone I used to know.”

Ning Daoran lay back down and took a deep breath.

Su Mei was a beautiful woman with a short blouse, efficient in handling affairs, and carried a touch of heroism between her eyebrows, looking strikingly similar to the Little Hehua he saw when he first returned to the village.

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Half a month later.

After Ning Daoran healed a few more injured people using the Evergreen Technique, the name of “Divine Doctor Ning” spread throughout Ji City. Miraculous stories of bringing the dying back to life and practicing medicine with compassion and dedication were talked up in admiration, attracting an endless stream of visitors seeking medical treatment.

As a result, Ning Daoran conducted medical consultations for a month, accrued some merit, and then went into closed-door cultivation. It was announced externally that Mr. Ning had left Ji City and would no longer hold medical consultations.

As such, six months later, Dragon Demon Heart Scripture advanced to the Eighth Layer.

Ning Daoran deliberated and decided that even with the Eighth Layer of the Dragon Demon Heart Scripture, he might not be a match for Nie Shentong. He would have to wait until he reached the Ninth Layer to confront him, so he continued his cultivation.

One afternoon that day, Ning Daoran was drinking tea under a tree in the backyard when suddenly there was a commotion outside.

Chi Susu pushed the door and entered, followed by a woman.

It was Su Mei who stepped into the backyard with big strides, her pretty face filled with anxiety.

“Divine Doctor Ning…”

Su Mei knelt down in front of Ning Daoran with a ‘plop’, “Please save my father, Divine Doctor…”

“Ah?”

Ning Daoran frowned. “What happened to Master Su?”

“My father, he…”

Su Mei bit her red lips, saying, “During practice, he was possessed by his internal energy, injuring both arms, and the local doctors are unable to treat him. So, we could only bring him to Divine Doctor Ning, please lend your assistance…”

“Alas.”

Ning Daoran sighed, “Susu, have Old Lu bring Master Su in, and have everyone else leave and not disturb us.”

“Yes, Young Master!”

…

Not long after, Big Stupid Deer used his Mana to support the body of a middle-aged Martial Artist and brought him into the backyard, placing him in a room there.

Su Chuanping, the Master of the Su Family’s Martial Arts Hall, a Mid-stage Condensed Liquid Realm Martial Artist, was proficient in Iron Sand Palm and Flying Cloud Leg Technique, and enjoyed a certain reputation in Ji City.

At that moment, Su Chuanping was lying in bed, his forehead darkened, his face devoid of color and his arms purple, imbued with a large amount of toxins, his whole being weak, already showing signs of life’s departure!

Ning Daoran glanced and instantly understood in his mind; Su Chuanping’s injury was from practicing Iron Sand Palm!