Chapter 48: Well Prepared

King Qi was somewhat taken aback by these words and turned to Chu Yun in surprise, “Oh, Doctor Chu? Is your medical skill truly passed down from the immortals?”

Chu Yun bowed respectfully. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

King Qi’s eyes lit up. “Then what you’ve learned—is it the art of the immortals?”

Chu Yun waved his hand. “Not exactly the techniques of immortals, but it is a very profound medical art.”

Luo Feng quickly chimed in, “Your Majesty, this is precisely why I asked him to treat the Prince.”

“How dare you!” Zhou Bing suddenly shouted.

King Qi snorted, “Heavenly Master Zhou, why do you shout so? You startled me!”

Zhou Bing hurriedly bowed. “Forgive me, Your Majesty. I was too agitated by their nonsense and lost my composure.”

He then looked at Chu Yun. “As the leader of the branch of the Shamanic Medicine Sect in the Qi Dynasty, I have not received any teachings from the immortals. How could a nobody like you be so favored?”

Chu Yun shrugged. “That’s beyond me. Perhaps it’s because you’re not handsome enough?”

King Qi couldn’t help but chuckle at this, but quickly regained his serious demeanor. He had long been dissatisfied with the lofty Shamanic Medicine Sect, and Zhou Bing’s inability to cure the Prince only made him more displeased.

Luo Feng also smiled, silently admiring Chu Yun’s way with words.

Zhou Bing’s expression turned sour. He tapped his head as if recalling something. “Speaking of immortal teachings, I suddenly remembered an incident.”

He bowed to King Qi, then said, “Your Majesty, I’ve heard that in Chu Family Town, there was an idle good-for-nothing.”

“One day, he went about claiming he’d dreamed of immortals and received their legacy, becoming a highly skilled doctor.”

“And he actually managed to cure two people.”

“This led the whole town to believe he truly possessed the immortals’ teachings. Whenever someone fell ill, they sought him out.”

“He even opened a clinic in town.”

“But the clinic had only been open for a few days when disaster struck.”

“Someone died—in fact, someone was killed by his treatment.”

“In their rage, the deceased’s family burned the clinic down.”

Luo Feng and Chu Yun’s faces darkened at Zhou Bing’s tale. The moment they heard the clinic had been burned, they knew someone would use this story to stop Chu Yun from treating the Prince. And now it was happening.

Zhou Bing finished and turned to Chu Yun. “I believe I heard your name is Chu Yun, correct?”

Chu Yun said nothing.

Zhou Bing continued, “The incident took place in Chu Family Town. Your name is Chu Yun—are you from there? And you claim to have received the immortals’ legacy?”

He feigned surprise, “Could it be—you are that idle, unskilled quack who killed a patient?”

King Qi’s brows furrowed as he looked at Luo Feng. “Guard Luo, is what the Heavenly Master says true?”

Luo Feng hurried to explain, “Your Majesty, it’s not as the Heavenly Master claims. I helped Chu Yun open the clinic, but it was still under renovation and had not officially opened before it was burned down. Doctor Chu truly has the immortals’ teachings and remarkable skill. Please, give him a chance—and give the Prince a chance as well.”

He took out the lantern. “Your Majesty, do you know what this is?”

King Qi stared blankly at the lantern in Luo Feng’s hand. In truth, when Luo Feng brought it, he was curious, but his worry over the Prince’s illness had left him no mood to inquire.

Zhou Bing was equally perplexed, unable to recognize it.

He asked, “Lord Luo, what is this strange thing? And what does it have to do with treating the Prince?”

Luo Feng ignored him, addressing King Qi, “This is the best proof that Chu Yun received the immortal legacy. It’s called a lantern; you place an oil lamp inside, which blocks the lamp’s scent, keeps moths away, and prevents the flame from being extinguished by the wind. Your Majesty, please have someone light the lamp and hang it up.”

King Qi immediately ordered someone to do as Luo Feng said: place the oil lamp inside and light it, then hang it up.

Now, with night fallen, the lantern’s effect was especially clear.

King Qi smiled, “Ha, this lantern truly is a fine invention. There’s no pungent odor, and moths and wind no longer extinguish the lamp. Most importantly, the cloth doesn’t block the light.”

Zhou Bing laughed as well. “Lord Luo, is such a simple thing really proof of the immortal legacy?”

Luo Feng replied, “So simple? If it’s so simple, why has no one ever made one before? And Heavenly Master Zhou, you didn’t know what it was when you saw it just now.”

Zhou Bing was left speechless.

He quickly turned to King Qi. “Whether or not Chu Yun killed a patient, I beg Your Majesty not to let him treat the Prince.”

King Qi waved him aside. “Someone, bring Doctor Chu to treat my son.”

Zhou Bing cried out anxiously, “No, absolutely not!”

King Qi said, “Heavenly Master, you claim the Prince’s illness is beyond hope. This Chu Yun, with the immortal legacy, is the only hope for a cure. Why do you insist on obstructing him?”

His tone grew icy as he spoke, and a powerful aura radiated from him.

Zhou Bing pursed his lips and fell silent, inwardly hoping Chu Yun would fail to cure the Prince.

He had already learned from Boss Wu that Chu Yun had been buying herbs at high prices from gatherers, severely affecting the Shamanic Medicine Sect’s interests. He was determined not to let such a person rise.

Luo Feng, seeing Zhou Bing speechless, could not help but smile.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Well Prepared