Strongest Medical Saint

In a VIP hospital room of the Provincial People's Hospital.

After listening to the phone call from Sun Dong Quan, Wan Guoming's wife, Cao Xueli, had her chest heaving violently, and an undeniable fury burst across her face.

"Xueli, what did Elder Sun say?" asked Wan Guoming, who was lying down. He noticed that his wife's mood was off.

Cao Xueli coldly said, "What time is it? How dare Sun Dong Quan still put on airs? And to make such an impolite demand of us; who does he think he is?"

Then, Cao Xueli briefly recounted the contents of the phone call.

Upon hearing that the divine doctor whom Sun Dong Quan knew required a treatment fee of ten billion yuan, and they had to go to Hell Training Camp to receive treatment on their own,

Wan Guoming's face darkened completely. "What a Sun Dong Quan! What is he trying to do? I think he can forget about developing traditional medicine in South Cloud from now on."

Ten billion isn't a small sum! Besides, as the top official of South Cloud, facing the danger of having his legs amputated at any moment, he's to go and seek treatment himself?

Cao Xueli steadied her emotions, "Guoming, Sun Dong Quan made it very clear on the phone that if we don't go ourselves, he will no longer interfere in this matter."

Wan Guoming's legs were severely rotted, and the hospital had given him painkillers for the time being. The specialists at the Provincial People's Hospital unanimously believed that amputation must be performed as soon as possible.

"Hell Training Camp," mumbled Wan Guoming. He knew about the origins of Hell Training Camp. Could it be that the divine doctor Sun Dong Quan mentioned was an Imperial Physician who treated the big shots in Capital City?

But even for an Imperial Physician from Capital City, the treatment fee wouldn't have to be so exorbitant, would it?

"Dad, that old fart surnamed Sun, has he gone crazy for money? I'm sure he's taking a cut from this. He definitely needs to be taught a lesson," a twenty-something-year-old young man brimming with ruthlessness in his eyes spoke. He was Wan Guoming's son, Wan Yu, a very well-known playboy in South Cloud, notorious for playing with countless women, some even jumped off buildings to their deaths after being forced by him, yet he faced no repercussions for his actions.

"Dean Jiang, are there really no other treatments available at your hospital?" Wan Guoming turned to look at an old man in his sixties in the hospital room.

Jiang Zhongfu, Dean of the Provincial People's Hospital.

"After discussing with our specialists, amputation is currently the best method. If the condition on your thigh spreads to other parts, it will become even more troublesome," replied Jiang Zhongfu.

"Dean Jiang, if it's the Imperial Physicians who treat the leaders of Capital City, could they heal my legs?" Wan Guoming asked somberly.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Zhongfu said, "I've seen the Imperial Physicians from Capital City work a few times, and their medical skills are indeed extraordinary. If an Imperial Physician from Capital City were to take action, even if they can't fully heal you, they could at least alleviate the condition of your legs."

Upon hearing this.

Wan Guoming said, "Let's go to Hell Training Camp immediately."

For him, there was no other choice left. Was he supposed to stay here waiting to have his legs amputated?

"Dad, are you really planning to pay ten billion?" Wan Yu asked discontentedly.

Wan Guoming smiled, "Xiao Yu, there's no hurry with this matter. Let's wait until after he has treated my legs. We'll deal with the treatment fee slowly. We can pay it off over ten years, twenty years, or even thirty. What if he dies in two years? Then it won't be our fault."

Jiang Zhongfu frowned deeply, feeling repulsed by Wan Guoming in his heart, but the man was, after all, the top official in South Cloud, and there were rumors that he would be transferred to the province soon, and might even become the third-highest ranking official there.

Jiang Zhongfu suspected that Sun Dong Quan had managed to invite an Imperial Physician, but a ten billion treatment fee was indeed shocking.

He decided to follow along to witness the Imperial Physician's capabilities, "I'll go with you. In case anything happens on the way, I can provide timely treatment."

…

At that moment,

inside the Hell Training Camp,

after Sun Dong Quan had made the call to the Wan Family, he stood aside without speaking, somewhat ashamed to look at Shen Feng.

He could tell that Shen Feng wasn't particularly interested in making a move; it was probably only out of consideration for him.

Suddenly,

Shen Feng's complexion drastically changed, and he walked outside of the room, staring into the pitch-dark night sky.

A feeling of extreme oppression welled up inside of him.

This sensation came so abruptly that it gave him a bad premonition. Could it be that something had happened in the Immortal Realm?

The world he controlled was one he had created himself. Even though he had now left the Immortal Realm, and this place was extremely far from there, if there were problems in the small world he created, he would feel a sense of discomfort.

Originally he had traversed one vast expanse of void after another.

In the endless void, he had encountered wave after wave of powerful monster attacks, many of which were comparable to the Immortal Emperor in strength, or even stronger than him; otherwise, after returning to Earth, he wouldn't have ended up having his cultivation completely dispersed.

Back in the Immortal Realm, he had only just stepped into the realm of the Immortal Emperor, and he was not the strongest among them.

There were levels even among Immortal Emperors.

Although Shen Feng had risen to power in the Immortal Realm, he had certainly made quite a few enemies. However, when he left the Immortal Realm, he had set up many powerful formations in the small world he had created.

Furthermore, his subordinates were all of considerable cultivation, and he had good relationships with two Immortal Emperors. If the world he controlled encountered any problem, they would definitely not stand idly by.

But where did this oppressive feeling come from?

A sense of unease slowly spread through his body, and it took a good while before the oppression and unease gradually dissipated.

"Master Shen, what's wrong?" Ding Tianhu couldn't help but ask.

Shen Feng gestured with his hand to signal he was fine. Could it be that he was overthinking? He made his way back into the room.

Returning to the Immortal Realm was not something that could be achieved overnight now. He had left quite a few secret cards in the small world he created, and all three of his strikingly beautiful female disciples were aware of them. Relying on the powerful secrets he had left behind, preserving their lives should be no problem at the very least. Your next read is at empire

Shen Feng no longer paid attention to Cai Chunlong and the others in the room; he closed his eyes again, and the Emperor King Jue slowly circulated within his body, causing his emotions to become steadier and steadier.

Time ticked away second by second.

Cai Chunlong and the others had no intention of going to sleep.

The phone on Ding Tianhu suddenly rang. It was a call from someone guarding the entrance of the Hell Training Camp, reporting that some people who claimed to be from the South Cloud Wan Family wanted to come in.

On the phone, Ding Tianhu said, "Bring them here to me, and remember, don't let them wander around."

Upon hearing Ding Tianhu's words, Sun Dong Quan knew that Wan Guoming must have arrived. After hesitating for a long time, he still decided to go out and meet him. After this, he believed that he had repaid the favor he owed and no longer wanted to have anything to do with Wan Guoming in the future.

Zhao Yi followed his master and went out as well.

Cai Chunlong and Ding Tianhu, however, had no intention of leaving; they thought it more important to stay in the room and keep company with Master Shen.