8 Chapter 8: Shaking the Whole Scene
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Xue An?
Hua Xingyu furrowed his brow, never having heard of such a young doctor among their ranks.
Hua Xingyu looked toward his granddaughter, Hua Tingting.
As the deputy head of Beijiang’s largest hospital, she would surely know of any famous young doctors.
Of course, Hua Tingting did not recognize Xue An; she sized him up for a long while, and then asked somewhat disdainfully, “May I ask Mr. Xue, which medical college are you a graduate from? Beiyi University? Fuyi University? Or perhaps Yale University School of Medicine?”
The institutions mentioned by Hua Tingting ranked among the top medical colleges globally.
The young men and women who had come with Hua Xingyu were all exceptional talents from these medical colleges.
But Xue An just gave a light smile, “None of them! I never attended a medical college.”
“Then who is your master?” Hua Xingyu continued to inquire.
There were many highly skilled medical practitioners hidden among the common folk of Huaxia, and if Xue An was their descendant, he was not to be underestimated.
Xue An shook his head, “None! I’m not a doctor!”
“Not a doctor?” Hua Tingting’s expression grew even more derisive.
“Then why do I hear that someone has actually claimed they could save Elder Qin’s life, provided that he pays a suitable price! Could it be, this is a scammer?”
The accusation was severe; it was a direct allegation that Xue An was a swindler.
Yet Xue An remained unfazed, still sitting with no emotion showing on his face.
At that moment, Hua Xingyu turned to Qin Yuan and said, “Elder Qin, you appear to be ruddy-cheeked with clear pupils and full of vitality; you don’t seem like someone ailing. May I take a look at your pulse?”
Qin Yuan hesitated, and Qin Yu couldn’t help but say, “Grandfather, Master Hua is well-intentioned; please let him check on you.”
With his hand on Qin Yuan’s pulse point, Hua Xingyu reflected deeply for a long while before smiling and saying, “Elder Qin, judging from your pulse, I think you can live to be a hundred years old!”
Many people smiled at this.
As for Xue An, it seemed as though he had been forgotten.
Qin Yuan sighed, “I don’t aspire to reach a hundred years. I just wish to live long enough to see my grandchild get married.”
Qin Yu’s face turned red, and she lowered her head.
But at that moment, an ill-timed voice sounded.
“I thought one referred to as a master would possess some skill, but it seems that’s not the case!”
The laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Hua Xingyu’s face darkened, and Hua Tingting frowned, her impatience showing as she said, “Quit those charlatans’ tricks. I’m telling you, if you keep masquerading as a doctor to deceive people, be careful, or I’ll have you put in jail.”
Hua Xingyu waved his hand to stop Hua Tingting from continuing, then stared at Xue An, “You say I’m nothing special, then please, what profound insight do you have?”
Xue An nodded, “Okay, but what will you do if I win against you?”
“If you can defeat me in the field of medicine, then I’ll kneel and take you as my master!” Hua Xingyu said with a cold sneer.
Xue An shook his head.
“What’s the matter? Scared?”
“Not at all, I just don’t want you as an apprentice; you’re too old! Now, if it were your granddaughter, I might actually consider it!”
These words caused Hua Tingting’s pretty face to chill, and the expressions of Hua Xingyu’s disciples darkened.
Turning his head to Qin Yuan, Xue An said, “Although there are no apparent signs of illness on you, there’s one symptom—do you dream every night?”
Qin Yuan nodded.
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