Chapter 392: Divine Doctor Zhang Tonghe

Upon hearing his words, Da Wang instinctively felt delighted; the last person who smashed his stall paid him eighty thousand taels, eh!

If every stall he set up could be smashed, would getting rich still be far off?!

Before he could finish rejoicing, Wei Shen had already jumped out, 'You want to smash stalls? Come on!'

Da Wang: …Wouldn't that be too direct?

It would make them seem very eager.

He grabbed Wei Shen and stepped to the front. This guy kicked up onto the small stool in front of the stall for receiving guests, hands on hips, chest out, 'Where did you go crazy? I didn't say I never miss; this isn't written, treated to death ninety‑nine? We only save those who should live, bury those who should die, we champion honesty!'

Wei Shen crossed his arms beside him, voicing support, 'Exactly!'

Xie Tu: …

Zhang Tonghe then seriously sized up Da Wang, 'Is this stall yours to run? Who's the doctor?'

This question…

Da Wang glanced at his martial‑arts cousin on the left, his scholar senior brother on the right, then at the bodyguard sitting calmly in the rear……

Indeed…… there isn't a single licensed one.

Da Wang straightened his back even more, 'Exactly, I'm the one in charge. What's your opinion?'

Zhang Tonghe stroked his beard, 'You guys put on a big front with this sham—literally walking corpses, flesh and white bones. Coincidentally, I'm also a wandering doctor; I'd like to exchange pointers with the owner of this sham.' He had traveled all over Great Jin, and it had been many years since he'd seen such a confident physician.

He just wanted to know what gave the other side such arrogance. Zhang Tonghe never looked down on anyone; in his life he'd been to the deep mountains of the southern border, to the eastern sea coast, and to the territory of the southwestern Qiang people. Having seen much, he knew best that there are always people beyond people.

'Little one, go fetch your master; this old man wants to see him.'

Da Wang: …

This truly doesn't exist.

In just a moment, Da Wang's mind had turned a full circle; maintaining himself this well, could he not be a famous doctor with real skill?

'My master certainly wouldn't set up a stall in the bustling market; having me, his little disciple, is enough. He calculated that today a fated person would come seeking him, so he deliberately had us wait here. My master has already prepared the medicine—one pill cures the disease; I'm just waiting for it to work.'

Not waiting for Zhang Tonghe to reply, Da Wang added, 'Exchanging pointers isn't out of the question. How should I address you, old doctor?'

'Zhang Tonghe.'

'Doctor Zhang, hello. What about this: you also come over and wait with us; when a suitable patient arrives, we'll each prescribe medicine, and the patient will naturally judge whose skill is higher.'

Zhang Tonghe looked at Da Wang's grinning, spirited appearance and thought that if the little disciple was like this, the master might truly be worth looking forward to.

Soon Xie Tu was speechless—not only couldn't he run away, but two strangers had also joined them in squatting……

Whether Da Wang is being hospitable or just big‑hearted, you can't tell for a moment.

He turned his head to look at Ling Yin; Ling Yin nodded at him, indicating all was well.

Alright, he now only hopes that the target person appears soon.

Da Wang had already started chatting about family matters, 'Doctor Zhang, how old are you this year? I see your beard is white—could it be premature graying? You look about the same age as my father!'

'I am over sixty‑five.'

'Wow, I can't tell, really can't tell! Now I believe your medical skill is good, you keep yourself in great shape!' Da Wang sincerely envied, they looked younger than his maternal grandfather—he'd lost, lost!

'And your master?'

'Seventeen……'

'Cough cough!'

Da Wang automatically thought of the alchemist Qiao Yi; 'Seventeen' blurted out, Wei Shen coughed, and Da Wang immediately corrected: 'Seventy‑seven!'

'Then he's still my senior; I don't know where your master usually practices medicine.'

'Eh, my master usually doesn't go out; he's always at home brewing medicine…. We master and disciple now reside in the Northern Border; you came from which place in the south?'

'Suyang.'

Upon hearing the place name, Da Wang had little reaction, guessing it was just a small county he hadn't heard of; on the contrary, Xie Tu looked over seriously.

'Suyang? You also bear the surname Zhang—couldn't you be the Old Immortal Zhang of Suyang?!'

'That's a folk nickname; I dare not claim such a title. I'm just a country doctor.'

Da Wang's eyes lit up at hearing that—'Oh oh, now they're calling him an immortal, so he must have some fame; maybe the medical bureau side quest can be saved?'

He hurriedly asked, 'Senior brother, have you heard of Doctor Zhang's name?'

Xie Tu: 'I heard it back in my hometown. They say Suyang has a Zhang‑surname divine doctor whose medical skill is unmatched. They say the divine doctor has no fixed abode, often wandering to gather herbs, but for any stubborn, difficult ailment, many people go to Suyang to try their luck. I've heard that no matter the illness, if you find the old immortal, there is hope.'

Da Wang opened his mouth wide: 'That's amazing!'

Zhang Tonghe shook his head: 'No. I wouldn't dare use your sham.'

Da Wang: …

They were chatting lively here; the bodyguard at the back couldn't stand it anymore. In the distance, those three foreigners had walked around several circles, not knowing what they wanted to do, and Da Wang here still had no progress.

He stepped forward and picked out a passerby for Da Wang.

Based on his keen senses, that old man who just passed their stall surely isn't very healthy.

'Young master, that gray‑clad old man fits your master's requirements perfectly.'

Da Wang: 'Huh?'

Bodyguard Ling Yin had already dragged the ill‑looking old man back; Da Wang and Zhang Tonghe courteously said, 'Please, go ahead.'

The dazed old man, hearing about the free clinic, didn't resist and was simply pressed onto the small stool, his whole self dazed.

As soon as the stall showed movement, onlookers openly swarmed in, strongly surrounding it, and quickly the little stall was encircled in the middle.

Zhang Tonghe first took the pulse, 'Like a bird pecking at a leak—intermittently sparse and dense.'

Observing the tongue coating, 'Purplish like stagnant blood, the coating black as scorched coal.'

Da Wang quietly asked Xie Tu from behind, 'What does that mean?'

Xie Tu: 'I didn't catch it. Just sounds not good.'

Zhang Tonghe summarized: "Pulse meridians blocked, true essence scattered."

Xie Tu raised his hand: "I get this, heart disease."

Da Wang finished his homework, stepped forward and asked Zhang Tonghe, "How do you think to cure it?"

Zhang Tonghe shook his head: "No cure. Even with rest and recuperation, he'd only have about a year of lifespan left."

That old man himself knew his health was poor; hearing this diagnosis, he was terrified, about to go limp, when Wei Shen grabbed him and lifted him up.

Da Wang rolled up his sleeves: "My turn! Don't be scared, my master is very capable, you still have hope."

He also imitated others, first feeling the pulse, placing his claw solemnly on the person's pulse point: "The heart ruler is waning, the ghost gate is open. The three-inch true fire is about to extinguish, the life lamp only has a breath left."

Xie Tu:?

Zhang Tonghe:?

Where did you learn all this?

"But you don't need to fear; if you receive my master's Divine Pill treatment, you could still gain five years of lifespan." Da Wang also didn't dare say it was longer, look at how serious the real doctor said it!

The old man understood the five years; in a moment his hopes rose and fell. He wanted to grab this lifeline, even though the kid in front of him obviously wasn't a doctor. He delighted and asked: "Is this really true?"

Da Wang, full of himself, beckoned to Wei Shen, who handed over a bottle.

"This is the Divine Pill my master refined, called 'Return to Youth.' You can't expect your body to return to youth, but living a few more years is possible."

The old man instantly felt redeemed, excitedly asking: "How much silver?"

Da Wang held up one finger: "One million taels, that's very expensive."

The old man was so frightened his body went limp, almost slipping to the ground. One hundred followed not by two but by ten thousand! Sure enough, no hope, no hope……

Xie Tu stroked his chin: "... I always feel something's off."

Ling Yin beside them, expressionless, reminded: "Too smooth, like a scam."

Xie Tu: ……Really.

This time Da Wang personally picked up his white mouse: "Didn't I tell you not to be scared? You're fated with this young master; today is our sect's Open Day of the Hanging Pot to Save the World, I'll give you a pill for free."

Wow~

The onlooking crowd erupted.

We were just watching a big scam scene; who knew the plot would take a sudden turn, a thing worth one million taels just given away? Who would believe it!

Even Zhang Tonghe didn't believe it.

Until Wei Shen, without explanation, pinched the patient's mouth, Da Wang swiftly shoved a round white pill in. He wondered if these two kids were being too childish, the poor fellow could at least live a year, when a wooden table flew toward them and several burly men rushed over!

"You want to kill my father!"

"You all saw, right? These swindlers gave my father poison!"

"Give me back my life!"

"Everyone surround them, don't let them escape!"

Several prepared people rushed in, brandishing knives, instantly engaging Wei Shen and Ling Yin in a melee……