Wang Feng's heart stirred, and he calmly said:
"After you go back, rest for a few days. Don't do any heavy work, and you'll be fully recovered in a few days."
The uncle slowly raised his freshly reattached arm, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He tried wiggling his fingers and found that his arm had indeed regained sensation, immediately bursting into tears of excitement.
"Thank you, divine doctor! You are like my reborn parents!" he choked out, his voice full of gratitude.
Wang Feng waved his hand, his tone calm: "You pay, I treat; this is a fair transaction. No need to be so polite."
After the uncle's profuse thanks, he paid the treatment fee and reluctantly left the medical hall, accompanied by his co-workers.
With their departure, Wang Feng's medical hall's reputation grew even louder.
Those who had originally come to see him with half-belief, introduced by friends and relatives, now witnessed Wang Feng's miraculous medical skills firsthand and became utterly convinced that Wang Feng was the legendary divine doctor!
For a time, the medical hall's entrance was bustling with people, and those seeking "kidney" treatments were several times more numerous than usual, as if all of Bo City's hope had gathered there.
…
In the blink of an eye, the sun set in the west, and the afterglow spilled onto the medical hall's doorway, marking the end of a busy day.
Wang Feng saw off the last patient and let out a soft sigh of relief.
"Phew, it's finally over."
He said, slowly standing up from his seat and stretching his somewhat stiff body.
Today, besides [Light-Dark Conjoined], he also gained a [Bone Hyperplasia] whose function was unknown.
"It seems there's not much more to gain in Bo City. It's almost time to move," Wang Feng thought to himself.
The probability of obtaining a natural talent from an ordinary person was about one in five hundred to one thousand people.
They were basically ordinary people who possessed magical talent but failed to get into a magic high school.
"I'm never coming again," Mo Fan complained weakly, sprawled on a recliner, looking utterly exhausted.
"That's it? Are you perhaps kidney deficient? Call me godfather, and I can help you treat it!" Wang Feng glanced at him, a playful smile on his lips.
"Get lost! You're kidney deficient!" Mo Fan rolled his eyes.
Just then, the medical hall's door was suddenly pushed open.
A monk, wearing a bamboo hat and a monastic robe, slowly walked in.
His face was hidden in the shadow of the hat, and his voice was low and gentle:
"Benefactor, this humble monk apologizes for the intrusion. Has the medical hall already closed for the day?"
Wang Feng looked up at the monk, his tone calm:
"It was closed, but since you've come all this way, one more won't hurt. Tell me, what's bothering you?"
The monk nodded slightly, a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"This humble monk woke up today with unbearable neck pain. I wonder if it can be treated?"
"Let me see." Wang Feng walked behind the monk and gently pressed his spine a few times, then said: "It's probably a misaligned sleep, a minor issue."
As he spoke, he skillfully realigned the monk's bones, simultaneously and subconsciously casting a [Healing Light].
However, at the instant the magic took effect, a dark golden prompt box suddenly popped up in front of Wang Feng's eyes:
[Water System Calamity]: Can enslave water elements.
Wang Feng:???
"Holy crap! Wu Ku?!"
Just as Wang Feng was shocked, Wu Ku's cervical spine was already healed.
He moved his neck, a relaxed expression on his face: "Thank you, benefactor, for the treatment. What is the fee?"
"Fifty." Wang Feng suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his tone still calm.
"The price is very reasonable." Wu Ku pulled out a fifty-yuan bill from his pocket, handed it to Wang Feng, then pressed his palms together and bowed slightly: "May the benefactor's business prosper."
After speaking, he turned and left the medical hall, his figure quickly disappearing into the afterglow of the sunset.
"Old Wang, what's wrong?" Mo Fan noticed Wang Feng's unusual expression and couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing." Wang Feng shook his head, his tone indifferent, but a tempest was raging in his heart.
He never expected that the esteemed Patriarch of Cardinal Salang would appear in his medical hall in such a manner, and even honestly pay for treatment.
What shocked him even more was that Wu Ku's [Water System Calamity] talent was so effortlessly copied by him?
At this moment, he could clearly feel the water elements roaming between heaven and earth. With just a thought, these water elements would instantly gather, obeying his command.
Whether it was heavy rain or floods, it seemed to be all within his single thought.
"No wonder the Holy City hunts down the Calamity Bearers," Wang Feng thought to himself.
Suddenly, a clear and pleasant voice came from outside the door: "Big Brother Wang Feng, Big Brother Mo Fan!"
Wang Feng turned his head and saw a girl with cascading black hair standing at the doorway.
She was wearing a high school girl's uniform skirt. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, revealing her fair and delicate face.
Her eyes were as clear as water, and her lips held a faint smile. She was like a fairy stepping out of a painting, pure and beautiful.
"Xin Xia, you're here?" Wang Feng showed a gentle smile upon seeing Ye Xin Xia's arrival.
"Mm, I've come for 'treatment'," Ye Xin Xia lowered her head slightly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
"Xin Xia, did you walk all the way here? Is it okay?" Mo Fan looked at Ye Xin Xia standing alone at the door, asking with some concern.
"It's fine. After Big Brother Wang Feng's treatment over the years, as long as I don't run around, I can walk for a long time now."
Ye Xin Xia looked up, her gaze gently fixed on Wang Feng, her eyes filled with gratitude, admiration, and a hint of uncontainable shyness.
Ever since Wang Feng awakened his Healing System magic and also copied talents such as [Cell Reinforcement], [Dream Weaving], and [Soul Guidance], he began to treat Ye Xin Xia.
Because he clearly knew that the reason Ye Xin Xia couldn't walk normally was due to the Pathenon Soul.
To normally accommodate the Pathenon Soul, one first needed to be powerful, Super-level was standard, and secondly, one needed to undergo a series of Divine Blessings to strengthen the body.
However, Ye Xin Xia had neither sufficient power nor had she undergone any strengthening; it was simply because her biological father, Wen Tai, had forcibly sealed the soul within her body.
As Ye Xin Xia awakened her magic, coupled with Wang Feng's Healing magic, her physical condition gradually improved.
Now, she could move freely for two to three hours every day, which for her past self, was simply a luxury!
"Mo Fan, I remember your duel with Yu Ang is coming up soon, right? Aren't you going to prepare?" Wang Feng suddenly turned to Mo Fan, a hint of urging in his tone.
"No… I've been exhausted all day. As soon as Xin Xia arrives, you're chasing me away? Aren't you even going to treat me to a meal?" Mo Fan widened his eyes, looking at Wang Feng with dissatisfaction.
Wang Feng pulled five red bills from the cash register and handed them to Mo Fan.
"Eat, eat a big portion!"
Mo Fan's mouth twitched. He snatched the money and turned to Ye Xin Xia, saying: "Xin Xia, if Old Wang bullies you, tell your brother, and I'll beat him up for you!"
"Mm." Ye Xin Xia's face grew even redder, and she nodded lightly, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.
After Mo Fan left, Wang Feng took Ye Xin Xia's hand and led her to the back room.
He motioned for her to sit down, then fetched a bathtub and added bath salts, milk, and some special medicinal herbs.
Next, Wang Feng gently removed Ye Xin Xia's shoes and socks.
Perhaps because she didn't move around often, coupled with Wang Feng's persistent treatment over the years.
Ye Xin Xia's feet were like mutton-fat jade covered in fresh early winter snow, exuding a pure, flawless whiteness that could almost illuminate one's heart.
Beneath the skin, they were tender and delicate, with a texture like the finest silk. A light touch could reveal their extraordinary smoothness and resilience.
Wang Feng's movements were gentle and focused, as if he were handling a precious work of art.
Ye Xin Xia lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her skirt, her heartbeat involuntarily quickening.
"Relax, it'll be over soon."