As another martial physician emerged from the room, Murong Haotian stepped forward, unable to conceal his impatience, and asked, "Divine Doctor Liu, how is my daughter?"
"I'm sorry, Patriarch Murong, I did my best!" Divine Doctor Liu replied with a helpless bitter smile.
"Even you can't do anything?" Murong Haotian suddenly looked as if he had aged over a decade.
This was his most beloved daughter, and now...
"I can prescribe some medicine that will help her last for two more days. Of course, that's the absolute limit of what I can do," Divine Doctor Liu said after a moment of thought.
"Only two more days?" Murong Haotian was overcome with grief at the thought of losing his daughter so soon.
"Of course, Divine Doctor Lu might have a way. After all, he's a quasi-three-star divine doctor!" Divine Doctor Liu said after thinking for a moment.
"Divine Doctor Lu..." Murong Haotian fell into silence upon hearing this. "Does he definitely have a way?"
"I can't say for sure. If anyone in our Yong'an City has a solution, it would be him!" Divine Doctor Liu stated.
Murong Haotian fell into thought. He had recently rejected the Lu family's marriage proposal, causing some unpleasantness. Now, asking for their help might put him in a difficult position. If the other party could cure her, he wouldn't mind being at their mercy, as he figured the Lu family wouldn't go too far, at most just renegotiating his daughter's marriage. If they couldn't cure her, it would only cost him some medical fees.
With this in mind, Murong Haotian prepared to send someone to the Lu family.
Just then, Yang Feilong couldn't help but step forward. "Uncle, I have a request, and I hope you will grant it."
Murong Haotian frowned slightly upon hearing Yang Feilong's words. He had a good impression of Yang Feilong before, but now, couldn't he see that he was in deep grief?
However, considering that the young man was a friend of his unfortunate daughter, he suppressed the rising anger in his heart and said, "Speak!"
"I wish to attempt to diagnose and treat Miss Qiuyue!" Yang Feilong stated solemnly.
"En?" Murong Haotian was taken aback. So that was it. The anger in his heart dissipated, and a sigh escaped his lips. "Many have tried to treat my daughter. The strongest among them, the two-star divine doctor Liu, was helpless."
"Two-star divine doctor?" Yang Feilong blinked. Divine doctors had star ratings? He had never heard his master mention this before.
"I am a two-star divine doctor!" Divine Doctor Liu declared proudly. "Young man, your medical skills might be commendable for your age, but Miss Murong's condition is not something easily treated!"
Yang Feilong paid no mind to what Divine Doctor Liu was saying. He looked at Murong Haotian and said earnestly, "This is not my first time treating such an injury. I have some experience!"
"Really?" Murong Haotian's eyes lit up at this.
"Brother Yang, do you really have a way?" Murong Qiufeng also said excitedly.
"Hmph, boastful!" Divine Doctor Liu sneered upon hearing Yang Feilong's words. He refused to believe that such a young man possessed such medical skills.
This was no ordinary injury. Forcibly attempting to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm from the ninth level of Qi Refining was an extremely severe injury. His foundation was unstable, his dao platform destroyed. He was still alive only because the Murong family had used precious medicine to sustain him; otherwise, he would have been dead!
Yang Feilong had treated such injuries before, such as when the old ancestor of the Xiao family and the old ancestor of the Luo family failed to break through to the innate realm. However, they had survived, only leaving behind lingering injuries. Murong Qiuyue's situation was clearly different. She was on the brink of death, indicating that the severity of her injuries far surpassed theirs!
Yang Feilong frowned and couldn't help but glance at Divine Doctor Liu. "Is there something wrong with you?"
Yang Feilong had initially intended to ignore Divine Doctor Liu, but the man wouldn't stop his incessant nagging.
"What did you say?" Divine Doctor Liu was furious. "Do you believe I can ruin you! Patriarch Murong, if you don't kick this brat out, I will never offer medical treatment to your Murong family again!"
"Ruin me? If you're so capable, then do it!" Yang Feilong was also provoked and retorted with a cold laugh. "Threatening Patriarch Murong? Look at you, unable to even treat such a minor injury, and yet you have the nerve to be so arrogant!"
Murong Haotian's expression was extremely displeased. He didn't know how to react to Yang Feilong's outburst. He was somewhat annoyed. Divine Doctor Liu was ranked second among divine doctors in Yong'an City, with the first being a divine doctor from the Lu family. If he offended him, what would happen if someone from the Murong family were injured in the future and he refused to treat them?
A two-star divine doctor was as valuable as a Nascent Soul stage cultivator. Many Nascent Soul cultivators sought to befriend such individuals, which was why Murong Haotian had been so respectful to him.
However, Yang Feilong's intentions were good. Saying anything harsh would reflect poorly on him.
The next moment, Yang Feilong lost patience with Divine Doctor Liu's nonsensical argument. He was currently very worried about Murong Qiuyue's injuries. He looked at the Patriarch and said, "Uncle, Qiuyue's injuries cannot be delayed! If you trust me, I will return a whole daughter to you in half an hour. If she is further delayed by some incompetent quack, even with all my medical skills, I will be powerless to save her!"
"What did you say? Calling me a quack! You wretched brat, you're doomed! Patriarch Murong, give me a clear answer now, it's him or me!" Divine Doctor Liu's face turned red with anger.
As if he hadn't heard Divine Doctor Liu, Murong Haotian looked deeply at Yang Feilong and said, "Do you know the price of offending a two-star divine doctor?"
Yang Feilong naturally understood the implication of Murong Haotian's words. He said in a deep voice, "It's not that I'm bragging, but even if my medical skills were poor, they would still be superior to a two-star divine doctor!"
This was not him being arrogant or complacent!
It was because his medical skills had been truly passed down by his master. When his master discussed matters of the Spirit Realm with him, she had curiously asked what her medical skills would rank in the Spirit Realm.
His master had smiled and not directly answered. She had said that in medicine, there was no absolute "who is better."
In the Spirit Realm, there might still be some physicians who were better than her in certain aspects.
Her medical skills were comprehensive, and each one was of elite quality. Yang Feilong admitted that he still had a gap compared to his master, but to crush a two-star divine doctor from a mere third-rate family in Yong'an City should not be a problem!
Therefore, he dared to make such a bold declaration at this moment!
"What did you say?" Divine Doctor Liu stared at Yang Feilong, practically about to explode. He, the second divine doctor of Yong'an City, was being so belittled by this beardless youth?
Murong Haotian was also quite shaken by Yang Feilong's words. He looked at Yang Feilong, and Yang Feilong met his gaze, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve, not a hint of apprehension.
"Alright, you may go in and treat her!" Murong Haotian said with a deep voice. He chose Yang Feilong.
Hearing Murong Haotian's agreement, Yang Feilong breathed a sigh of relief. "Wait for my good news!"