“Coming back to the point, how many people like Murong Cang have there been over the past 200 years? Those people who did not recognize greatness are the reason why nobody knows much about your hard work. That is why they have placed your hard work in a corner and let dust settle on it.” Chu Feng just let out a sigh and as he set his gaze at this classic collection respectfully. He gave it a salute and declared sternly, “But from today onward, this will never happen again. Great Master, although I did not have the opportunity to meet you, I assure you that I’ll pass your medical skills on to the next generation and spread them on.”
Chu Feng had stumbled upon a treasure on this day. Not only had he found the way to cure the Mandraka poison in his body, he had also acquired a great classical collection in the medical world, the ‘Collection of Mystical Healing’.
This meant that Ashura, the God of War, who struck terror in everyone’s hearts, could even save people’s lives now other than just taking their lives away.
He could decide the fate of someone in a heartbeat. He would be able to revive the dead, or decide if someone should live or die; every decision lay in his hands now.
This was like the power of an immortal.
Chu Feng spent the rest of the time in the library, studying the ‘Collection of Mystical Healing’. He had stayed there for the entire morning.
When one reached the stage of a grandmaster, not only would his martial art skills improve, even his intelligence, memory and comprehension would progress substantially. He would have photographic memories, and understanding a topic in an instant was an easy feat.
Thus, even though Chu Feng had never been exposed to medical science, he could still rely on his superb talents and abilities. He had memorized all of the contents of the ‘Collection of Mystical Healing’. All that was left was to slowly digest and comprehend the contents.
Even so, his knowledge of medical science had now easily surpassed all the health professionals in Grade A Tertiary Hospitals [1] throughout the world. It was not an issue for him to be placed as the top five health professionals within the country.
By the time Chu Feng had a good grasp of the art of medicine, it was already one o’clock in the afternoon when he walked out of the library.
Yun Muyu was yawning out of boredom while Murong Cang had brought Meng Xingyu and the rest of his disciples over. They were drenched in sweat as they stood at the entrance of the library respectfully, waiting for Chu Feng to come out.
“What are you guys doing?” Chu Feng knitted his brows as he saw the group of men when he exited the library.
“You’re finally out, Chu Feng.” Yun Muyu’s eyes lit up as she pouted her mouth and said, “Professor Murong was just bringing his disciples over to apologize to you.”
“Yes, Grandmaster Chu.” Murong Cang nodded his head and continued apologetically, “These disciples of mine are ignorant and supercilious. They have offended you earlier, so I’ve brought them over today to apologize to you. It's my fault for not teaching them well, you can direct any anger that you have toward me.”
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