"Incredible… simply incredible… truly unbelievable."
Ye Renxin looked at Dugu Bo, then turned toward Chen Ming with burning intensity in his eyes. "Little brother, was this really your doing? How did you accomplish it?"
"It's nothing too difficult—just a few tricks," Chen Ming replied. He glanced at Dugu Bo, and only after receiving a nod of approval did he continue. While he didn't go into every minute detail, he clearly explained the overall logic behind his approach, along with the corresponding changes in Dugu Bo's condition.
At first, Ye Renxin simply listened, even clapping in admiration. But halfway through, he suddenly grew flustered, hurriedly grabbing paper and brush from a nearby shelf and beginning to take notes as Chen Ming spoke.
This method—one that didn't rely on overwhelming force from the Martial Soul or brute medicinal potency, but instead used a gentle, steady combination of techniques—was something even Ye Renxin found eye-opening.
He felt as though many of the problems that had once troubled him were now unraveling with ease. Solutions he had previously considered adequate suddenly seemed crude, replaced by far more refined approaches.
The Douluo Continent was, in many ways, a strange place.
It possessed miraculous Martial Souls and Spirit Power, material sciences so overbearing that even advanced civilizations would find them astonishing, as well as gods capable of reshaping heaven and earth and powerful Spirit Masters who could rival them.
Each of these elements, taken individually, could have supported the development of an extraordinary civilization. Yet when combined, they somehow caused everything to lose its distinct direction, stifling the growth each aspect should have had.
The people of this world seemed to follow a simple philosophy: if the left punch dealt high damage, then the right punch must deal even higher damage. They would rather pay a steep cost and endure heavy drawbacks just to unleash a single overwhelming blow.
What they overlooked was something simple—people could throw combinations. High attack and high speed were not mutually exclusive. Even a so-called "stat monster" could be controlled by a highly skilled operator.
For Ye Renxin, his healing methods had always fallen into three categories: the healing ability of the Nine Heart Begonia itself, the medical knowledge passed down through his lineage, and the combination of the two.
At their core, all of them followed the same principle—overwhelming force.
Translated into simpler terms, it was like brute-forcing a solution: flooding the patient with excessive healing, relying on the Nine Heart Begonia's power to forcibly sustain them through a long list of afflictions.
And in the Douluo world, this crude method actually worked for the vast majority of cases.
But now—
Segmented treatment.
Phased treatment.
Composite treatment.
Dividing the process into stages.
Stabilizing the patient's condition instead of blindly pouring in healing energy…
Once these ideas were laid bare, Ye Renxin felt as though a veil had been lifted from his mind. His brush flew across the page as inspiration surged, combining Chen Ming's explanations with his own knowledge and the insights of a Spirit Saint. In one breath, he wrote thousands of words—something that, with further refinement, could easily become an entirely new medical text.
Only after finishing his lengthy notes did Ye Renxin suddenly realize what he had done. Looking at the pages filled with his careful writing, a trace of shame crossed his face.
"My apologies… truly, my apologies. Even if I've heard such a unique treatment method, I shouldn't have written it down like this—it risks spreading it further." He turned to Dugu Bo, then looked at Chen Ming with deep respect.
"Chen Ming, Senior. My name is Chen Ming,"Chen Ming said, cupping his fists in greeting as he introduced himself.
"…Little brother Chen Ming," Ye Renxin continued solemnly. "I give you my word—I will never spread the techniques you've created. I'll burn these notes immediately…"
Although Ye Renxin cherished this new style of treatment, the Douluo world's stubborn "gatekeeping" mentality and the environment of rigid social classes meant that no matter how much it pained him, he felt he had to strike a light and burn what he had written.
"No need, Senior, truly no need," Chen Ming said quickly, pressing down on Ye Renxin's hand to stop him.
Ye Renxin tried to struggle slightly, but his strength was so lacking that he probably couldn't even match Old Jack from the Holy Soul Village, who spent his days doing farm work.
"This… this is far too precious…" Ye Renxin said, though his expression practically begged, Go on, persuade me a little more.
"A healer's heart is one of compassion," Chen Ming said earnestly. "How could you, Senior, allow such a treatment method to be obscured once more due to a bit of gatekeeping? If this were to spread, think of how many people it could save."
"Even the slightest reduction in reliance on external forces could, in the end, give ordinary people—who have nothing else to depend on—just a bit more hope."
"Yes, exactly!" Dugu Bo chimed in, nodding repeatedly as he pressed down on Ye Renxin's hand as well. "Brother Ye, I've come to ask something of you anyway. You should accept it first."
Faced with their sincerity, Ye Renxin finally relented. He nodded slowly, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Thank you both for your broad-mindedness… and for your understanding and generosity. Truly, heroes emerge in youth."
He paused briefly before asking, "Brother Dugu, what brings you here this time? Do you need me to use the Nine Heart Begonia to adjust your condition?"
"Not exactly…" Dugu Bo nudged Chen Ming forward, prompting him to speak.
"Senior, the first stage of Senior Dugu's treatment was stabilization—steadying his condition, preventing backlash from the toxins, and reducing their production. However, the deeply entrenched toxins accumulated over the years still remain embedded within his bones."
"So you want me to act—to scrape the bone and remove the poison? That is indeed something my Nine Heart Begonia can assist with."
"No, no, Senior," Chen Ming quickly clarified. "What I intend is to use a method of gradual release, allowing Senior Dugu to metabolize and expel the toxins himself. However, this will inevitably affect his foundation to some extent. That's why I've come here—to study medical techniques from the Nine Heart Begonia, so I can minimize the harm to him."
As he spoke, Chen Ming retrieved three prepared boxes from his Soul Tool.
"Senior, this is a ten-thousand-year Ginseng King. Its form resembles a dragon and contains immense vitality—just a single strand of its root can sustain an ordinary person's life."
"This is a ten-thousand-year Seven-Grade Purple Ganoderma. Its medicinal power is pure, stable, and gentle, capable of stabilizing one's foundation and even compensating for certain innate deficiencies."
"And this is ten-thousand-year Polygonatum. It can greatly enhance Spirit Power cultivation, and when used alongside other herbs, it serves as a harmonizing agent to neutralize conflicts between different medicinal properties."
"These three treasures were prepared by Senior Dugu as tuition for my studies here. I humbly ask for your guidance, so that I may fulfill this wish."
As Chen Ming opened each box one by one, Ye Renxin's breathing grew noticeably heavier.
Such top-tier ten-thousand-year medicinal treasures were already exceedingly rare. Because of their ability to enhance a Spirit Master's cultivation, even when they did appear, they were quickly acquired by powerful families and sects. Despite decades of medical practice, Ye Renxin had encountered very few of such materials.
And now, three of them had been presented at once—as payment for learning.
Not to mention, Chen Ming had just provided him with an entirely new perspective on treatment methods, along with a graceful way to accept it. Even without that, these three treasures alone would have been impossible to refuse.
"As the two of you have said—a healer's heart is one of compassion. How could I turn you away over something as trivial as sectarian boundaries?" Ye Renxin said with a smile as he examined the three medicinal treasures, then nodded at Chen Ming.
"Brother Dugu, little friend Chen Ming, rest assured—so long as the medical knowledge of the Nine Heart Begonia lineage can be of help, I, Ye Renxin, will teach you everything I have without reservation."
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