Chapter 2176: President Liao Xin Lost

"Prescriptions... all written out?" Liao Xin was stunned.

He had only just examined one patient, and you've finished ten...

Shaking his head, he became even less optimistic about this young man.

Treating illness is not like embroidery or martial arts; it involves the patient's age, strength, medical history, and the like. Any slight error in medication could lead to irreversible changes and ultimately failure.

Prescribing medicine without completing the four steps of observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking...

A veterinarian!

Even a veterinarian would ask the owner about the symptoms without taking the pulse!

Concluding that this man was indeed unreliable, Liao Xin stopped paying attention and continued studying the patient before him.

An hour later, he had fully diagnosed all ten patients and written out prescriptions.

Rubbing his brow, he handed over the prescriptions.

"Let's test them!"

Vice President Wang Fei stepped forward, took out the first sheet of paper, and gently opened it.

Everyone looked and saw five words written on it: "Suspected Nightmare Disorder."

This was the conclusion he drew from observing his first patient.

The second and third sheets followed, all with the same result.

But after taking the pulse of the fourth, the conclusion was overturned: "This is nightmare possession disorder, not demon oppression disorder. Prescription: ..."

Demon oppression disorder is a special illness that torments the spirit. Patients often suffer from nightmares while sleeping, feeling haunted by demons, and over time, they cannot extricate themselves.

In fact, this is a manifestation of going astray in cultivation, where the spirit is damaged. As long as one cultivates the soul more and does not put pressure on oneself, it can be alleviated.

This symptom and nightmare possession disorder appear identical in every way. The only difference is that the former can occur as long as one is asleep, causing only mental fatigue but not fatality, while the latter requires deep sleep, and once trapped, one can easily sleep to death, never to wake again.

From the description, the manifestations of the two illnesses are almost identical. Unless one takes the pulse and senses the changes in internal energy, it is impossible to distinguish them.

"A perfect answer..." Vice President Wang Fei nodded.

In a physician's diagnosis, the first step, 'observation,' can only yield a preliminary judgment, not a definitive conclusion. To put it plainly, the four steps are a process of eliminating various ailments.

President Liao Xin used this most fundamental method to pinpoint the disease, find the root cause, and thus solve it in one go.

He placed the prescription in the phantom's hand.

Hum!

The next moment, as if taking medicine, the phantom's complexion and spirit began to recover, gradually improving.

This situation indicated only one reason... the medication was correct!

Stroking his beard, President Liao Xin nodded with satisfaction.

Although he hadn't engaged in a medical contest for many years, it seemed he still had his touch; the first patient had been handled perfectly.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Xuan.

He wanted to see what answer this young man, who had taken less than ten minutes, had written.

Zhang Xuan smiled lightly and extended his hand, indicating that they should examine the prescription he had written.

Wang Fei opened it and frowned.

The others looked over and also wore expressions of bewilderment.

"The name of the illness isn't written here?"

"Did he fail to diagnose it?"

"If he didn't diagnose it, he can't prescribe medicine!"

"That's unclear..."

On the opened white paper, a list of medicinal ingredients was written, but it did not specify what illness the patient had.

"Moreover, his prescription is a bit different from President Liao's..."

"Not just a bit, it's completely different..."

"President Liao's answer was perfect and precisely curative; his is different. It seems he has already failed!"

At that moment, everyone had reached a conclusion in their minds.

This Zhang Xuan before them was indeed just an alchemist, far from being a physician.

Not only had he failed to diagnose the patient's condition, but his prescription was also incorrect. Fortunately, it was only a fake patient; if it were real, the patient might have been treated to death.

"Do we still need to continue with the next round?"

Wang Fei looked over with a blank expression.

Having lost the first round, continuing would only bring humiliation.

"You mean I lost?" Zhang Xuan was taken aback.

"Isn't it obvious?" Wang Fei said.

"You can try applying the prescription to the phantom..." Zhang Xuan did not say much more.

After President Liao's prescription was removed, the phantom returned to its severely ill state, ready for a second test.

"Asking for trouble..." Seeing that Zhang Xuan was ungrateful despite being given face, Wang Fei shook his head, flicked his wrist, and sent the prescription flying over.

Buzz!

The prescription landed on the phantom's wound. Its originally weak and sallow complexion instantly turned pale. Just as everyone thought the fellow would surely be treated to death, suddenly, with a rumble, the aura of the phantom surged dramatically.

Then it slowly decreased, and the power region stabilized.

Not only had his body recovered its health, but his complexion was even more ruddy and robust than before.

"This... has his soul broken through?"

"His medicinal herbs not only cured the illness but also enabled him to break through?"

The surroundings fell silent.

Even President Liao Xin widened his eyes.

When he treated illnesses, he only healed injuries, but the other party had not only addressed the root cause but also turned disadvantage into advantage, allowing a breakthrough in one go!

Such a prescription was no longer just perfect—it far surpassed perfection, reaching a higher realm!

"Not only that, but all the medicinal herbs in Zhang Dan Master's prescription are not particularly rare; ordinary pharmacies can gather them, and the prices are all low..."

Ao Hua suddenly spoke.

On the way here, he had received Zhang Xuan's instructions not to address him as Ancestor but as Zhang Dan Master.

The latter... for now, did not want to reveal his 'True Dragon' identity.

Actually, it wasn't that he didn't want to reveal it, but that he feared being investigated by the Yun Chi Heaven.

"Indeed..."

Only then did the crowd react, looking at the prescription again, each face burning with fervor.

This prescription not only perfectly resolved the illness and allowed the cultivator to seize the opportunity to break through, but most importantly... these herbs were cheap, easy to obtain, low in cost... and could play an immeasurable role at critical moments.

The easier the medicines were to buy, the more lives they could save. Once rare medicines became numerous and hard to find in a short time, what use was a prescription even if one had it?

"How can your prescription have such an effect..."

After recovering from shock for a long time, Liao Xin couldn't help but ask.

A prescription that not only cured illness but also enabled a breakthrough—how was it done?

"His condition, to put it plainly, is neither nightmare disorder nor night terror disorder, but a kind of poisoning by a hallucinogenic toxin!" Zhang Xuan said. "So, strictly speaking, it's not an illness, so I didn't write the name of the disease..."

"Poisoning?"

Liao Xin couldn't believe it: "It clearly had all the symptoms of night terror disorder..."

Through observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking, his diagnosis was accurate. The patient had recovered after taking the medicine—how could it be poisoning?

Zhang Xuan explained: "It does have the crux of night terror disorder, but that disease only harms the soul, causing fatigue and weakness, with little impact on true energy and the physical body. Look at this person: not only has his spirit weakened, but his physical body has also turned withered and yellow, like autumn grass, on the verge of reaching the end of life... From this, it's clear that his bodily functions are also problematic."

"Deities are powerful in both physical body and true energy, and this one is even a lower-grade Heavenly God, naturally stronger. Under such circumstances, if he still appears this way, simple night terror disorder can no longer explain it!"

"So, I judged whether it was poison, and this situation exactly matches the crux of the nightmare snake. I also observed that this person is a cultivator from Wangyue Peak in the Undying Heaven, and that place is most abundant in nightmare snakes. It must be that this person encountered an accident outside, was bitten by a venomous snake, and contracted this. Ordinary prescriptions for night terror disorder can alleviate it but cannot cure it. In the short term, it seems normal, but it will recur every two years. After five times, the toxin will flow through the entire body, and no one can save him!"

The surrounding crowd listened as if hearing a fairy tale, blinking incessantly.

You...

Are you really here to see a patient?

The subject of this phantom imprint had been dead for who knows how many years, his bones turned to dust—how could you tell he was a cultivator from Wangyue Peak in the Undying Heaven?

It seemed you only glanced once and didn't even ask?

Liao Xin looked at the phantom before him with confusion and asked: "Where do you live?"

The living environment is sometimes a cause of illness, as with Qi Ling'er earlier, so the phantom was designed to answer.

"Undying Heaven, Wangyue Peak..."

The phantom nodded.

"This..."

Hearing the exact answer, everyone shuddered.

This was no longer surprise but horror.

With just one glance, in less than a minute per person, he had diagnosed the exact illness, designed a prescription that allowed a breakthrough, and even discerned the place of residence...

How was it done?

"The Undying Heaven is located in the south, with hot and humid weather—this can be seen from the clothing!"

Knowing their doubts, Zhang Xuan explained.

The crowd looked and indeed found that the phantom's clothes were relatively light, breathable, and waterproof.

"Nourished by the humid climate, southerners have delicate and fair skin, while northerners have dry and rough skin—this can also be distinguished to some extent."

Zhang Xuan continued: "Of course, these are not the key points. Whether it's night terror disorder or poisoning, the soul is harmed. In the former case, the soul is uniformly damaged, without distinction. In the latter, the poisoned area will have more severe injuries... With careful observation, one can detect uneven distribution in his soul. From this, deducing whether it's poisoning or even the location of the poison becomes very simple..."

"So that's how it is..."

The crowd suddenly understood, looking at the young man before them with disbelief and admiration.

They had thought he was bronze, never dreaming he was a king—and a supreme, peak king at that.

"Continue!"

After explaining the first one, the rest were simple. The answers given by President Liao Xin were all correct, but compared to Zhang Xuan, they fell far short.

Every prescription from the latter not only cured illness but also helped people break through...

It could be said that after taking these medicines, not only would the illness be cured, but cultivation would also benefit!

All ten prescriptions were perfect among perfects.

"I concede..."

Liao Xin smiled bitterly: "I am convinced."