Chu Ruoxi, the young lady of the Chu family, had studied medicine since childhood.
She excelled in both traditional Chinese acupuncture and western first aid.
In her eyes, few deserved the title "divine doctor" except her own ancestors.
But the way Ye Tian flicked Wang Hu away with a single finger had far exceeded her understanding.
What troubled her more was a strange aura around Ye Tian that calmed her heart.
It was an aura only a supreme medical expert could possess.
After class, Chu Ruoxi hesitated for a long time before walking to Ye Tian's desk.
Rare hesitation appeared on her cold face.
"What... technique did you use just now?"
Chu Ruoxi spoke, her voice still cold, but with less arrogance.
Ye Tian looked up and glanced at her lightly:
"A power you cannot understand yet."
Chu Ruoxi frowned:
"I am a Chu family descendant, skilled in both medicines. If you won't say, no need to act mysterious."
Ye Tian chuckled and did not explain.
At that moment, panicked shouts came from outside the classroom.
"Something's wrong! Someone fainted!"
"Call an ambulance!"
A boy lay on the ground, his face purple, breathing weakly — an acute asthma attack.
Students panicked, helpless.
Chu Ruoxi rushed over and checked quickly, her face turning darker.
"It's critical. I have no medicine here, and the ambulance won't arrive in time!"
Everyone panicked.
At that moment.
Ye Tian walked over slowly, knelt down, and placed his fingertip on the boy's wrist.
A wisp of Hongmeng spiritual energy quietly entered.
Only three seconds.
The boy coughed violently, his face quickly turning rosy, breathing steady.
He woke up!
The scene fell dead silent.
Chu Ruoxi's eyes widened as she looked at Ye Tian in disbelief.
Treating an emergency with bare hands? No needles, no medicine?
Even the ancestor of the Chu family could not do this!
Her gaze toward Ye Tian completely changed.
From disdain, to doubt, to shock, and finally... deep awe.