C402 The Effect of the Talent in Medicine(2)

"Hehe, I never thought that I would be so wise and mighty. Even the medical books said that it was a very troublesome task, and that the 'transfer of the position', which countless grandmasters of the medical path were helpless against, was completed so smoothly by me? "

On the arena, Duanmu Kuang slowly withdrew his energy and became the last organ of Zhang Chen - the liver. The liver had been successfully moved back to its original position. This also indicated that... This was the first time in his life that he had shifted his position. He had succeeded so easily.

Furthermore, there was not a single flaw in the entire process. It was completely completed in a perfect state. This would make Duanmu Kuang feel somewhat proud.

However, his current appearance was really unlikeable. He was like a proud white swan, boasting and laughing foolishly, making people want to beat him up when they saw him.

However, Duanmu Kuang indeed had the right to be proud. As the saying goes, there was a saying in the medical path, "Moving the palace to the throne" was something that could only be done by a divine hand. The meaning of this sentence was that if one wanted to help someone "move the palace to its rightful position," without a medical sage's cultivation experience, it was impossible to even think about it. Because it was impossible to succeed.

In this world, how many people could be called a medical sage? There were so many grandmasters of the medical path in the world, but there were very few who could become the Medical Sage. It was even rarer than a phoenix feather or a qilin horn.

However, it was only Duanmu Kuang's first time helping people "shift the throne." It was only his first time, and he succeeded. It was no wonder he was so proud of himself. He was just boasting.

If the people below the arena knew about this, and knew that Zhang Chen was suffering from this kind of incurable injury, Duanmu Kuang would be able to cure him. Everyone present would be so scared that their eyeballs would fall to the ground.

His talent in martial arts was heaven defying. Even in the field of medicine, he was also such a monstrous genius. How could he let others live?!

"It seems like the talent of the doctor taught by Master is really not simple. Even Senior Brother Zhang was able to stabilize his condition so quickly after suffering such a serious injury."

Of course, the reason why Duanmu Kuang was able to do such a heaven defying thing was because of the innate talent he had learned. It could even be said that it had a direct relation with it!

According to Lyi Hentian, the talent of the doctor was a sacred medical book. It contained all kinds of records, including healing, detoxification, and all kinds of difficult diseases.

Even if it was something related to the human body and involved the "treatment," the talent in medicine had detailed explanations!

Therefore, the gift of the Divine Doctor was not only a medical book but also a sacred object. It was not only useful to doctors, but also to warriors.

Even in Lyi Hentian's hometown, Nine Heavens, it was a sacred scripture that countless medical grandmasters and even medical sages sought but were unable to see. There was only one such scripture in the world!

Duanmu Kuang had been forced by Lyi Hentian to learn the holy book since he was young, even though he often played dumb. He had always secretly moved the time to learn medicine to cultivate martial arts, but at least he had already reached a higher level. He had quite a deep understanding of the medical skills recorded in the natural endowment of medicine.

Perhaps it was very difficult for others to shift the position of the head of the palace, but for Duanmu Kuang, it was not that difficult for a person who had an extremely deep understanding of the number one strange book in the medical way.

What he lacked was only practice. Successful on the first try was actually nothing strange. After all, the treatment method recorded in the Heaven Physician Poetry was unique to the world and could not be seen in the world!

"Looks like I'll have to study more Heaven's Medicine Prose Poetry in the future. Who knows, maybe one day it can save my life!" It was also at this time that Duanmu Kuang truly attached importance to this book.

In the past, he thought that learning medicine was useless. Almost all of his time was spent on martial arts, but at this time, he used the medical skills to cure Zhang Chen, and only then did he feel the importance of the medical skills.

Martial artists were undoubtedly the profession that was most likely to be injured. Whether it was fighting with people, exploring treasures, or hunting Profound Beast, it was very likely that they would be injured and suffer fatal injuries.

At this time, there was a huge difference between knowing medicine and not knowing medicine. Some people might say that which martial artist had not been injured before, and how many people actually went to find someone to treat them?

This saying was also correct. Indeed, a martial artist's physique was strong and their regenerative ability was also strong. When an ordinary person was injured, they would also bandage it themselves and not look for a doctor.

But what if the injury was too serious? Just like Zhang Chen, his internal organs had been dislocated. If Duanmu Kuang had not been present and knew how to treat them, he would have been crippled!

He might even lose his life!

How could he not be stabbed when he was floating in the martial arts world? Bleeding and injuring, this was the fate of every martial artist. No one could avoid it!

However, if one had good medical skills, then many problems would be solved by tolerance. Duanmu Kuang was thinking about this problem.

He felt that if he could truly master the talent of Heavenly Medicine, then it would definitely be of great use to his future. Perhaps, he could really save his life at some point in time.

Even if he couldn't use it himself, he could still use it to save others, or help others, right? Medicine was something that would always belong to him once he learned it. There were only benefits and no disadvantages. This was what he thought.