Chapter 249: Rising Fame

With the foundation laid by the Needle Yama Art, Cheng Feng began to slowly hang up plaques at Yonghe Hall.

Supported by the profound, master-level foundation of the Needle Yama Art, Cheng Feng stood as if on the shoulders of a giant, beginning to plow and sow in the fertile soil of medicine at Yonghe Hall.

Because of his low-priced and rapid treatment methods, the reputation of Yonghe Hall, which usually had little business, was thoroughly spread abroad.

The old Shopkeeper's Medical Skill was not weak, but he was not a top-tier expert either; furthermore, he was not very adept at business, achieving neither great success nor total failure, and the only thing he was known for was his endurance—he endured until he took root.

As time passed, the lintel of Yonghe Hall was gradually covered with all sorts of plaques—"Miraculous Hands Rejuvenate," "Noble Medical Ethics," "Exquisite Medical Skill"... Behind every plaque, it carried the patients' deep trust and gratitude for Cheng Feng's medical skill.

After all, Cheng Feng's Needle Yama Art was truly formidable, and his efficiency in resolving illnesses was extremely high.

These praises were like a spring breeze moistening the earth, causing the reputation of Yonghe Hall to spread rapidly through the surrounding neighborhoods and villages like a prairie fire.

Meanwhile, Cheng Feng studied medicine even more diligently, constantly refining his craft, striving to achieve the best results in every diagnosis and treatment.

The women in the Cheng Mansion were indispensable; another month passed, and Cheng Feng directly elevated the Needle Yama Art to the Master level.

Needle Yama Art: (Master 1/200)

Aside from daily clinical work, Jiang Feifei also frequently sought advice from Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng naturally imparted everything he had learned without reservation, explaining everything in detail from basic theory to clinical practice, and from diagnostic techniques to treatment strategies.

Under his careful guidance, Jiang Feifei, whose medical ability was not weak to begin with, grew rapidly and gradually became an excellent physician capable of handling things on her own.

As the reputation of Yonghe Hall grew increasingly prominent, more and more patients came seeking treatment.

Cheng Feng always treated every patient with full enthusiasm and a rigorous attitude, listening intently to their pain and needs, and using his exquisite medical skill to relieve their suffering. Their efforts and dedication won widespread praise and respect from the patients.

In this process, Cheng Feng also gradually formed his own unique medical philosophy and style. He emphasized the principle of combining a holistic view with syndrome differentiation and treatment.

During the treatment process, he fully considered individual differences such as the patient's constitution, age, and gender to formulate personalized treatment plans. This people-oriented medical philosophy made Cheng Feng stand out in the medical world and won him more respect and trust.

Jiang Feifei could never have imagined that Cheng Feng had always upheld the philosophy of "supporting medicine with drugs." He used low drug prices to help many poor people escape the torment of illness, and the results were surprisingly good. However, when she saw that Cheng Feng charged nearly double the price for medicinal materials to the wealthy and powerful, she could not help but feel a complex sensation in her heart.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the dilapidated window lattice, casting a golden radiance onto Cheng Feng's slightly weary yet determined face, gilding his silhouette. Cheng Feng, this young physician, could always interpret the true meaning of a healer's benevolence in the most inconspicuous places and in the most simple ways.

"Brother Cheng, your actions leave me both admiring and puzzled." Jiang Feifei finally could not help but speak, her tone carrying a hint of confusion and deep thought. "I naturally support your use of low-cost medicine to treat the impoverished, but why do you raise the prices for those wealthy merchants and powerful magnates? This seems to contradict your original intention."

Cheng Feng stopped his work and turned around, his gaze gentle and profound. He said slowly, "Feifei, you do not understand; the affairs of this world are often complex and ever-changing. All I can do is relieve the suffering of the poor before my eyes. If the poor have no money, they pay a little less; if the rich have money, they pay a little more."

"Furthermore," Cheng Feng paused and continued, "I will secretly use this extra money to offset the costs for those who cannot afford expensive medicine. In this way, I can let the rich do a good deed while allowing the poor to receive more help—why not do it? After all, our medicine hall also needs to make money to survive; we cannot afford to do business at a loss, so we have to 'rob the rich to help the poor' a little bit."

Upon hearing this, a flash of sudden realization appeared in Jiang Feifei's eyes. She gently patted Cheng Feng on the shoulder and smiled, "Brother Cheng, you are truly far-sighted; I, Jiang Feifei, am not your equal. From now on, I will support you with all my might."

Seeing that this somewhat tsundere little beauty, Jiang Feifei, could say such things, Cheng Feng smiled indifferently.

In reality, Cheng Feng only did this because he had money himself, so there was no need to covet the wealth of those struggling people.

As for finding ways to substitute medicinal materials for the poor to reduce costs, that was done for the purpose of exercising his own medical skill; the daily use and combination of medicinal materials could also spark his inspiration.

Testing whether the Spirit Method Dao Secret Canon could form a skill—that was the most important thing.

Cheng Feng had a premonition: soon, it would be very soon.

Another month passed, and Cheng Feng looked at the women in his home who were pregnant.

Yu Niang and Xu Miao had conceived in the same month.

After them was Meiniang, and finally, the senior sister, Zhao Wei.

There were three months left until the births, and Cheng Feng naturally waited patiently.

Currently, the largest force in the entire Qingxi County was naturally the Hong Sect.

Even though Cheng Feng was no longer the Sect Master, with Wei Zhuang there, Cheng Feng naturally had no worries.

The Hongmen Sect Rules were strict, emphasizing a low profile and avoiding trouble; those who overstepped would die.

Anyone who dared to show their head would naturally be blown away.

The environment of the entire Qingxi County was much better than before.

There were fewer people on the street who only talked about force, the Hong Sect's Offerings were also fewer, and merchants and shopkeepers all had money to earn.

Even if it was a three-percent tax, the large base meant the three percent was not a small amount.

Cheng Feng and Wei Zhuang's plan was to first cultivate the Hong Sect disciples.

They were Martial Artists, after all; Ordinary people really had no advantage in joining.

After the Hong Sect stabilized its territory, anyone with a discerning eye could see the potential of the Hong Sect.

Many people wanted to join, but they all needed to pass the assessment and training of the Training Camp.

Those without talent could only gather in the three halls.

Cheng Feng had no choice; the Hong Sect certainly would not stay in the county to develop forever.

One had to go see the provincial capital; if one's own strength was not strong, going there would just be courting death.

Hearing from the Martial Arts Hall Master Wang Tieshan, it had not been peaceful outside recently; it seemed there were strange entities appearing.

Cheng Feng was stunned; what kind of fantasy world was this?

Strange entities had even appeared?

Wang Tieshan did not say much, only saying that strange entities were hard to deal with, and only the dead could appease them.

If one wanted to kill them, it required extremely massive Blood Qi.

For an Ordinary person, touching one meant death.

An Ordinary Martial Artist could at most escape.

One needed to be at least a Martial Artist in the Blood Refining Realm; with abundant Blood Qi that could be mobilized, one could use Blood Qi to consume the aura of the strange entity.

Anything below Blood Refining was of no use at all.

Wang Tieshan himself had encountered one; at that time, what he encountered was a zombie.

He relied on the hard strength of the Bone Refining Realm to forcibly kill it.

But the zombie's evil energy entered his body, and even though he won, he had to recuperate for over half a year!