Chapter 77 What Does Chu Tian Intend to Do?

Tang Long stood frozen, as if unable to believe his own ears.

He had actually been expelled from the sect by Wu Liang because of this misdiagnosis.

Without the aura of being the successor to the Master of Traditional Medicine, what prospects could he possibly have in the future? Now, whenever anyone mentioned his name, he would only be considered a mediocre doctor!

“Throw him out. We don’t welcome such people at Huichun Hall,” Lin Qinghan added.

Wang Jiulong immediately stepped forward, grabbed Tang Long by the collar, and regardless of his resistance, tossed him straight out of the clinic.

At that moment, Wu Liang turned his gaze once again to Chu Tian.

“Mr. Chu, there are some medical questions I wish to consult you about, if you’re willing,” Wu Liang spoke cautiously, as though afraid Chu Tian might refuse.

“I know what you wish to ask, but my third sister’s clinic is short-handed. If you’re willing to stay on as a consulting physician, I’ll answer your questions,” Chu Tian waved his hand, countering with his own condition.

“No problem,” Wu Liang agreed at once; it was hardly a difficulty for him.

“Then I’ll leave things here to you,” Chu Tian patted Wu Liang’s shoulder, as if he were a junior.

With that, he strode out of the clinic, leaving behind a crowd of utterly stunned onlookers.

Wu Liang then settled into his seat and began consulting at Huichun Hall.

With the Master of Traditional Medicine himself seeing patients, the crowds were endless; the clinic had never been so busy as it was today!

Meanwhile, outside the clinic.

“Wang Jiulong, come with me,” Chu Tian beckoned, heading toward an open space.

Wang Jiulong quickly followed.

When they reached the clearing, Chu Tian finally spoke.

“Who taught you martial arts?”

“Mr. Chu, my martial arts were taught by Old Wei.”

“The Wei family’s boxing once had flaws, but after your improvements, Mr. Chu, all defects vanished. My circulation now feels especially smooth, and I no longer experience the discomfort I once did,” Wang Jiulong said with deep gratitude. Chu Tian was not only the Wei family’s benefactor but his own as well, and his words came straight from the heart.

“You’re only at the level of internal force. You’re still far from being a true expert. Are you satisfied with that?” Chu Tian’s tone grew sterner, as if disappointed with Wang Jiulong’s lack of ambition.

“Mr. Chu, do you mean—?” Wang Jiulong paused, then quickly understood, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.

“I can’t always protect the Wei family, and your strength is too weak. If you encounter another master like Xiao Feng, you may not be able to withstand him,” Chu Tian said. “So, I intend to teach you a set of boxing techniques to help you better protect the Wei family.”

Chu Tian knew Wang Jiulong’s character well; in his previous life, Wang Jiulong had died in battle to protect the Wei family. His loyalty was beyond question, which was why Chu Tian decided to promote him. After all, Wang Jiulong had loyalty in abundance but lacked strength—a problem that needed solving. If Wei Qingqiu were to face danger at home and Wang Jiulong’s strength wasn’t enough, disaster would follow.

“Mr. Chu, with my aptitude, is it really possible?” Wang Jiulong’s face was filled with wild joy, almost incredulous.

“With my personal guidance, even someone who’s never trained in martial arts can become a grandmaster. You already have decades of martial arts experience—there’s absolutely no problem,” Chu Tian patted his shoulder, his voice laced with encouragement.

Wang Jiulong was utterly stunned.

Had he heard correctly?

A grandmaster?

Did Mr. Chu mean that he had a chance to become one himself?

Wang Jiulong could hardly believe such good fortune might someday fall upon him.

“To pass on a teaching is to form a bond of master and apprentice. If you’re willing, you may pay your respects now,” Chu Tian stood with hands behind his back, looking Wang Jiulong in the eye.

At once, Wang Jiulong understood.

“Wang Jiulong pays respects to his master!” He dropped to his knees before Chu Tian, his forehead touching the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He kowtowed three times in succession, his demeanor solemn and sincere.

“Rise,” Chu Tian lifted his hand in the air, releasing a surge of energy.

Though he never touched Wang Jiulong, his body seemed drawn by the force, and he stood involuntarily.

Experiencing a grandmaster’s power firsthand, Wang Jiulong’s admiration only deepened.

“There’s not enough time today. I won’t teach you martial arts yet.

Here’s a Qi-nourishing Pill. Take it home, use it well, and raise your cultivation to its peak. Then come to me,” Chu Tian produced a bottle and tossed it to Wang Jiulong.

“Thank you, Master!”

Wang Jiulong, delighted, quickly caught the small bottle.

Previously, to cure Wei Yuansheng’s cancer, Chu Tian had crafted a bottle of Qi-nourishing Pills before Wang Jiulong’s eyes. After Wei Yuansheng took one, not only was his lung cancer completely healed, but his meridians were unblocked, and he broke through to the peak of internal force.

At that time, Wang Jiulong had been envious enough to drool.

If only he could have a Qi-nourishing Pill himself—what a blessing that would be!

After all, what martial artist doesn’t wish to improve their skills?

But Wang Jiulong had always considered himself unworthy, and the Qi-nourishing Pill was far too precious; he dared not hope for such a luxury, keeping his desires hidden deep within.

Yet, he never imagined that one day Chu Tian would accept him as a disciple, and even give him a Qi-nourishing Pill.

For Wang Jiulong, this was an unexpected joy of the highest order!

He silently vowed that from now on, his life belonged to Mr. Chu—no, to his master!

An hour later, at Huichun Hall.

When Chu Tian returned to the clinic, there were many more patients, as well as several doctors in white coats consulting.

“Who are they?” Chu Tian asked.

“Mr. Chu, they’re all my students. With so many patients today, I asked them to come help,” Wu Liang immediately rose to greet Chu Tian in person.

“Your students again?” Chu Tian frowned, clearly recalling Tang Long.

“Mr. Chu, these are my direct disciples—they’re nothing like Tang Long,” Wu Liang’s face reddened, a hint of embarrassment showing.

“Xiao Tian, be polite to Old Wu. If not for the doctors he brought today, with so many patients we’d never have managed,” Lin Qinghan shot Chu Tian a glare, stepping in to ease Wu Liang’s embarrassment.

“Nonsense. My poor teaching allowed Tang Long to cause you so much trouble. Making amends is only right,” Wu Liang’s eyes flashed with gratitude at her words.

“Third Sister, you and Old Wu come to the back hall with me,” Chu Tian said, striding toward the rear of the clinic.

Lin Qinghan and Wu Liang exchanged a glance, neither knowing what Chu Tian intended...