Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 572: His Name Is Yue Feng

"Little Divine Doctor, just pretend you didn’t hear what Tie Lan said just now and keep treating the others."

After Yun Chan finished speaking, she directly pulled Tie Lan away, and as she left she gave Yang Cheng a rather meaningful look.

He looked completely baffled, not understanding why Yun Chan had looked at him like that.

This Enlightenment to suck away evil spirits should be some kind of ritual of Hidden Cloud Village, so Yang Cheng didn’t ask much and continued treating the other patients.

In the blink of an eye an hour passed, and Yue Feng was drenched in sweat, looking extremely tormented.

"How do you feel now? Does your face hurt?"

As Yang Cheng asked, he untied the gauze on Yue Feng’s face.

"It’s a bit prickly, and then hot, like there’s a ball of fire about to burn."

Yue Feng couldn’t help sucking in several cold breaths as he spoke.

"That means the medicine is working."

Yang Cheng nodded slightly. After removing all the gauze, he splashed clean water onto his face, washing off the remaining medicinal dregs.

"Good lord! My heavens!"

When everyone saw Yue Feng’s face, they couldn’t help but cry out in shock.

"Ah! This is too scary, how is it even more horrifying than before!"

"The Little Divine Doctor couldn’t have ruined Yue Feng’s face, could he? Looks like a toad."

Hearing this, Yue Feng instantly panicked and looked at Yang Cheng a little uneasily.

"Don’t get nervous. I already told you, the reason you’ve got these poisonous sores is because you were poisoned in the womb, so we have to draw the toxins out before it can fully heal."

"Don’t be fooled by how scary your face looks right now; the toxins have already been fully drawn out. Once we clean it up, it’ll slowly recover."

Yang Cheng patiently explained, then picked up the Silver Needle and quickly pricked open all the poisonous sores on his face.

As soon as those sores were pierced, gray‑green pus oozed out, giving off a fishy, rancid stench.

"Ugh!"

The onlooking villagers all covered their mouths and dry‑heaved, backing up several steps in a row before they managed to suppress that queasy feeling.

Yang Cheng’s expression remained calm. He had long since used his True Qi to block his sense of smell, and when treating patients, situations like this were unavoidable.

All these years Yue Feng had always been mocked, and he’d finally mustered up the courage to come seek treatment. As a doctor, he had to soothe his emotions.

"Don’t let others get to you. Close your eyes. Once I’ve cleaned out all the poisonous sores, I’ll let you look in a mirror and see the result."

Yang Cheng spoke softly, then scooped a ladle of water and poured it over his face.

This water wasn’t ordinary water; it was water that had been boiled and then used to soak Forget‑Worry Grass, cooled down before use.

Forget‑Worry Grass could reduce inflammation and pain and also had a disinfecting effect. Very soon Yue Feng felt the prickling on his face disappear, replaced by a pleasantly cool sensation.

After draining all the pus from the sores, Yang Cheng slowly channeled strands of True Qi from his palm into his face.

The villagers craned their necks curiously, but his hand was blocking Yue Feng’s face, so they couldn’t see a thing.

About ten minutes later, he finally withdrew his hand and said to Da Shan, "Go inside and bring out a mirror."

Everyone was extremely curious and, suppressing their nausea, crowded over. When they saw Yue Feng’s face, they were all struck dumb.

Just then, Da Shan handed the mirror to Yue Feng. Reflected in it was a young man’s face. Though his skin was a bit red and there were some spots left by the sores, it was clear his features were not bad at all.

Yue Feng likewise widened his eyes, pinched himself in disbelief, and only when he felt pain did he confirm that the face in the mirror was indeed his own.

"M‑my... my face is healed!"

Yue Feng was overjoyed, and the people around them also burst into an uproar of exclamations.

"Heavens above! Who’d have thought Yue Feng would turn out quite handsome!"

"Yeah! The man’s tall and sturdy, good at work, and now his face is cured. I’m afraid the girls wanting to marry him will have to line up!"

"How do you know he’s good at work, huh? You seen it yourself?"

One of the aunties teased, and quite a few people’s gazes fell on Yue Feng’s crotch.

The women of Hidden Cloud Village were all rather bold, not the least bit shy about matters between men and women. Especially the older women, whose daily gossip was all about what happens in bed.

Back when Yue Feng still looked ugly, no one had paid him much attention. Now that his face was restored, they realized he was especially well‑endowed in that area.

"Yue Feng! You’re not young anymore; it’s time you talked marriage. What do you think of my daughter? Big hips, easy to bear sons!"

One of the aunties hurriedly pushed her daughter forward. The girl was plump, with an extremely full bust that jiggled with every step.

In all his life, this was the first time Yue Feng had a woman come so close to him. His face instantly flushed red as he stammered, "I‑I’ll think about it."

"Think about what! My daughter’s obedient and sensible, and just look at these ample breasts and wide hips—marry her home and you won’t lose out!"

The aunty grinned from ear to ear, and Yue Feng looked like he was on fire, his face as red as a monkey’s butt.

Seeing how awkward he was, Yang Cheng spoke up to help him out.

"The poisonous sores on your face have all been cleared. From now on, wash it three times a day with water soaked in Forget‑Worry Grass. In a few days it’ll be fully recovered."

"Since your face is healed, don’t use the name Er Laizi anymore. Pick a new name."

When Yue Feng heard this, his eyes instantly lit up. Only he knew how much he hated the name Er Laizi. Every time someone called him that, he felt deeply humiliated.

"My mom actually gave me a name. I’m called Yue Feng."

He raised his voice, telling everyone what his real name was.

"You all heard that, right? From now on call him Yue Feng, and don’t use that ugly nickname anymore."

Yang Cheng understood what he was thinking and deliberately reminded the villagers again.

Half the village had come to see Yang Cheng for treatment. Even if they hadn’t, their family members had, so everyone was very grateful to him.

Hearing him say so, the crowd hurried to agree.

"Yue Feng is a nice‑sounding name! So what do you think of my girl?"

"Hey! I had my eye on Yue Feng as my son‑in‑law first. You get out of here!"

Now that they no longer looked down on Yue Feng, everyone started clamoring to marry their daughters to him.

"Folks, stop arguing. There are still people resting inside, and it’s getting late. Go on home and cook."

Yang Cheng waved his hand and shooed the villagers away.

He had just turned to go inside when Ni Qingyao walked over and, a bit embarrassed, asked, "Xiaochen, did you succeed last night?"

Yang Cheng nodded. "I did. Lin Wen was exhausted the whole night and needs a good rest. When you go in, move lightly so you don’t wake her."

"The whole night? It takes that long?"

Ni Qingyao’s face showed shock, and her pretty cheeks flushed even redder.

"The Snake Source Qi in her body is different. She has to stay in an aroused state the whole time so that the Snake Source Qi can be drawn out."

Yang Cheng spoke without the slightest hint of shyness. Watching her cheeks grow redder, he found it quite amusing.

Ni Qingyao let out a breath of relief. "So that’s how it is. Then when it comes to extracting the Pig Source Qi in my body, it shouldn’t be that troublesome, right?"