Chapter 72

Han Li grumbled inwardly, but to maintain his image as a divine physician, he forced a calm, confident expression and remained silent with a faint smile.

Han Li’s composed demeanor fooled everyone present, who assumed the efficacy of the “medicine” pill was precisely what he had anticipated, deepening their admiration for him.

Master Ma laughed heartily, a hint of triumph in his smile, as if Han Li were already his man. Perhaps he believed he was still the most likely to win Han Li’s allegiance, hence his unrestrained joy.

But soon, the situation changed.

“Bad!” Zhang Xiuer cried out.

“The black miasma on Uncle’s face has returned!”

These words startled everyone; several impulsive individuals rushed forward to examine closely, including Elder Zhao.

Han Li heard this and was momentarily startled, but he did not jostle with the others to crowd around the bed.

But Li Shi was a perceptive and astute woman; she immediately rebuked the two young ones, ordering them to step back and make room for Han Li, the divine physician, to examine.

Seeing a gap at the bedside, Han Li walked forward calmly and studied the situation carefully.

After about half a stick of incense had burned, Han Li finally confirmed: it was not a resurgence of black miasma, merely residual poison that had not been fully purged, leaving a faint, almost imperceptible trace of black on the face.

Having reached this conclusion, Han Li cast a sidelong glance at Zhang Xiuer, thinking the girl had overreacted.

No one else noticed Han Li’s reproachful look, but Li Feiyu, who had been intently watching Zhang Xiuer, caught it—he glared back at Han Li, clearly offended that Han Li had insulted his goddess.

Han Li fell silent; it seemed Li Feiyu, entangled in romance, had indeed become a man who valued beauty over friendship.

He stopped pestering that fool blinded by lust and turned his attention back to examining Elder Li’s condition.

Aside from the lingering black miasma on his face, the poison spots on Elder Li’s body had stopped shrinking once they reached the size of soybeans; his entire body remained unconscious due to the unremoved toxins.

Seeing this, Han Li knew his prepared follow-up method was now necessary—and he no longer needed to worry about covering up his earlier claims; this was the perfect chance to demonstrate his foresight.

“Bring a basin filled with clean water,” Han Li said with an unyielding tone.

This time, Zhang Xiuer was not assigned the task—Ma Rong volunteered immediately and dashed out in a hurry.

Han Li turned back and solemnly addressed Elder Qian and Master Ma:

“I need your help: use your internal force to drive the remaining poison to several specific acupoints, then I will use the Golden Needle Bloodletting technique to extract the poisoned blood. Can you manage this?”

Master Ma’s eyes flickered uncertainly, but he agreed; Elder Qian nodded curtly and accepted without hesitation.

“Why only you two? Can’t I help?” Elder Zhao was displeased, feeling Han Li was underestimating him.

Han Li sighed inwardly, knowing he must explain clearly to this stubborn old man.

“Elder Zhao, your Hunyuan Palm is primarily an external martial art. As for purity of internal force, I believe Master Ma and Elder Qian are more suitable.” Han Li spoke calmly and gently.

“This…”

The man was left speechless by Han Li’s subtle rebuke.

Han Li ignored the sullen old fool and issued a commanding tone to the others in the room:

“Except for Master Ma and Elder Qian, everyone else must leave. The method to detoxify Elder Li is not for public viewing, and the treatment requires absolute silence—no disturbances allowed.”

Han Li’s words stunned the room, but Li Shi understood first. She bowed deeply and said, “I entrust my husband to you,” then tactfully stepped out first.

With Li Shi’s lead, everyone else—willing or not—followed one by one back to the reception hall.

When Ma Rong brought the basin of water, Han Li immediately ordered him out, then shut the door tightly, leaving the others outside staring at each other in silence.

Time passed slowly, minute by minute; long hours passed, yet the bedroom door remained closed, and not a sound came from within.

This unnatural stillness made the waiting crowd restless and uneasy; a shadow crept silently over their hearts—even Li Shi, once composed, grew fidgety, let alone the fiery-tempered Elder Zhao, who had already paced the reception hall countless times.

Just as the people in the hall lost all patience, a creaking sound came—the bedroom door opened from within.

Everyone reflexively turned their gazes instantly toward the door; the atmosphere grew heavy and tense.

Han Li emerged slowly, his face weary. Seeing the solemn expressions on their faces, he smiled faintly:

“It’s done. The residual poison has been completely purged. Elder Li will awaken on his own after one more night’s rest.”

Han Li spoke with absolute confidence, though even he had not expected the removal of the residual poison to proceed so smoothly, without a single hiccup.

Upon hearing this, Li Shi and the others beamed with joy, their gloom instantly lifted. Several impulsive individuals rushed to rush into the room, but Han Li raised a hand and stopped them.

“Elder Li is still very weak. Crowds and noise are forbidden. Moreover, Master Ma and Elder Qian have expended great vitality to expel the poison and are now in meditation. It would be best if only a few entered—ideally, only the Lady.” Han Li said solemnly to Li Shi.

Overjoyed by the good news, Li Shi had no objections. She nodded eagerly, forgot to thank Han Li, and hurried into the bedroom alone.

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