After treating the little girl with acupuncture, Zhang Yang stood up and said to Qu Meilan, walking back to Mi Xue's side.

The entire route was met with thunderous applause, and the gazes of passersby upon Zhang Yang were akin to those welcoming a triumphant hero returning from war.

"Hubby, you were amazing!"

As Zhang Yang approached, Mi Xue beamed, and in full view of the crowd, she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Let's go."

Zhang Yang did not want to be detained further. That Director Chang and the group of leaders surrounding him were looking at him with intense enthusiasm. If he got caught up, their schedule would certainly be delayed. Thus, upon returning to Mi Xue, Zhang Yang used subtle projection to instruct Qiao Yihong and Yan Yefei to follow him and depart swiftly.

"Madam, I am the Director of Yu City Hospital. My surname is Chang; you can simply call me Director Chang."

The Director Chang walked over, first introducing himself to the middle-aged woman, then stating, "I deeply apologize for how our hospital treated you. Rest assured, all subsequent medical expenses for your daughter will be fully covered by Yu City Hospital."

"Really? That would be a tremendous help, thank you so much!"

Hearing Director Chang’s words, the middle-aged woman immediately grew emotional. At the same time, she turned, intending to thank the young man who had just administered the needles to her daughter. She knew clearly that without that young man, none of this would have happened.

Director Chang's words were also an attempt to salvage the reputation of Yu City Hospital in front of everyone, especially since the Mayor of Yu City and the Municipal Party Secretary were present. Although these leaders remained silent for the moment, they would surely remember today's events. If handled improperly, his standing at Yu City Hospital could also be threatened.

He shot another fierce glare at Director Yuan; Director Chang was extremely dissatisfied with how Director Yuan had managed this matter. He had already decided in his heart to strip Director Yuan of most of his authority soon.

After finishing with the middle-aged woman, Director Chang finally remembered to thank the young man with such exquisite Traditional Chinese Medicine skills. But when he turned around, Zhang Yang's figure was gone from the crowd.

Even those who had been closely watching Zhang Yang suddenly realized that the young man who had just cured the little girl had vanished in the blink of an eye.

What Zhang Yang couldn't foresee was that from this moment on, a legend about a young TCM doctor who departed gracefully after healing the sick would circulate throughout Yu City, widely spread among the common people, becoming a cherished tale.

After leaving Yu City, the two Hummers sped down the highway, unimpeded all the way.

Having just saved a life, Zhang Yang was in good spirits. Helping that girl was merely an effortless act, but he knew that his casual effort represented an immense kindness in the eyes of that middle-aged woman who had previously scorned seeking medical help.

This feeling of saving someone—only the savior can experience that pure, soaring joy originating from within. Perhaps it was this feeling that Zhang Yang sought, which is why, whether reborn or not, he chose medicine as his profession to save lives.

Zhang Yang's mindset seemed to influence the others. Qu Meilan, Qiao Yihong, and the couple Yan Yefei and Li Juan all gained deeper insight. Their internal energy cultivation seemed to accelerate, and Qiao Yihong even felt a sign of a breakthrough in his internal energy cultivation, which had been stagnant for a long time!

This journey of experience and testing had indeed been worthwhile for all of them!

They traveled smoothly without any further incidents until they reached Le City. However, along the way, Zhang Yungan had left Zhang Yang and the others early, heading directly to the Long family, skipping the visit to the Leshan Giant Buddha with Zhang Yang's group.

It seemed heaven was in a good mood today; Le City was under a perfectly clear blue sky, impossibly fine weather.

This kind of weather was perfectly suited for taking a boat up the river to view the Leshan Giant Buddha.

The Leshan Giant Buddha itself was a major scenic spot Zhang Yang had planned for the disciples of the Medical Saint Martial Sect during this excursion.

It was here that Zhang Yang and Long Feng had both attained sudden enlightenment, with Zhang Yang mastering the 'Way of Nature' and achieving perfect completion.

After resting for one night, and once breakfast was finished, Zhang Yang had already instructed Qiao Yihong to charter a small cruise ship. Today, they would all travel on this vessel to observe the entire Leshan Giant Buddha from the river, providing a more comprehensive and direct view.

Zhang Yang hoped that this masterpiece of the mortal world, which had brought enlightenment to him and Long Feng, would also bring a sense of awe to Mi Xue and Qu Meilan. If it could prompt some form of sudden realization in them, that would be even better.

Leaving the cars at the hotel, Zhang Yang and his group arrived at the location of their chartered vessel. The owner responsible for piloting the ship was already waiting for them aboard.

Because his entire ship was chartered by Zhang Yang’s party today, he only needed to take them on one circuit, unlike normal days where he had to diligently wait for other guests, and he could earn more money to boot. Consequently, the owner’s attitude towards Zhang Yang and his group was extraordinarily pleasant.

Sailing on the river, the gentle breeze blowing by felt indescribably wonderful. Mi Xue and Qu Meilan were both on the deck, savoring the cool, refreshing air coming off the water.

Although they had spent several days enjoying the scenery on various boats recently, the feeling today was distinctly different from the previous days.

This was the unique joy bestowed by nature; different places and different scenery naturally brought different degrees of pleasure. Happiness radiated from the faces of Mi Xue and the others.

Qiao Yihong sat quietly inside the cruise ship; his surface was calm, but his heart was churning with turbulent waves, unable to settle for a long time.

He was still contemplating the scene of Zhang Yang saving that life earlier—the genuine smiles and the most passionate applause from everyone around. This made him involuntarily imagine what it would feel like if he were standing in Zhang Yang’s place at that moment, receiving the accolades of the crowd.

Qiao Yihong felt his long-dormant internal energy begin to boil intensely. That craving for cultivation, which hadn't surfaced for ages, burned within him. From leaving Yu City until sitting on this yacht, he sensed an impending breakthrough.

Zhang Yang had noticed Qiao Yihong's unusual state but chose not to disturb him. He understood that Qiao Yihong’s current elevation was a refinement of his state of mind; no one else could assist him—he needed his own epiphany. Once that moment of realization came, it would essentially be a breakthrough, and Qiao Yihong would soon become a powerhouse at the fourth level of internal energy.

Qiao Yihong also grasped this feeling. He felt that following Zhang Yang out on this trip was the most correct decision he had ever made. He never imagined that prompting the state of mind could also be such a massive aid to cultivation.

Previously, he cultivated alone in the deep mountains. After leaving the mountains, he fell back into the mire of worldly affairs, and his cultivation showed no progress at all. In reality, it was because his state of mind had failed to keep pace, preventing any further breakthroughs.

"Sirs and Madams, the Great Buddha is here!"

As they were conversing, the boat owner happily reminded them. As he spoke, the yacht made a slight turn, and gradually, the colossal head of the Buddha appeared in the sight of the three. The massive head, towering high in the mountains, conveyed a unique sense of awe.

Seeing the Leshan Giant Buddha once again, Zhang Yang’s eyes were filled with infinite reverence. He was surprised that even upon seeing it again, he could still feel such an emotion.

Unconsciously, Zhang Yang stood up, facing the Buddha, and slowly closed his eyes, absorbing the aura of the surrounding nature.

On the yacht, everyone except Mi Xue stood up, struck dumb, deeply moved by the Leshan Giant Buddha.

Though Mi Xue also felt a shock upon seeing the giant Buddha, her reaction was far less intense than that of Qu Meilan and the others. She glanced at their expressions, then back at the Buddha, frowning in confusion as to why they were reacting so strongly.

The cruise ship continued to advance, and slowly, the entirety of the Buddha emerged—the massive figure, seventy-odd meters tall, materialized before their eyes, creating a shockwave that was almost unimaginable.

The river was not wide, nor were there many boats. After docking the yacht at the optimal viewing position, the captain allowed Zhang Yang’s party to admire it at their leisure.

This prime spot was only a short stretch of river away from the statue, offering the whole magnificent and imposing Leshan Giant Buddha within their view.

At this moment, Zhang Yang and the others felt like ants beneath their feet, gazing up at the colossal Buddha statue, easily equivalent to a twenty-story building. Everyone held their breath, lost in deep contemplation, utterly absorbed in gazing at it.

The first time Zhang Yang and Long Feng saw it, even they were stunned by the image. This time, Qiao Yihong and Qu Meilan were no exception.

Viewing from a distance versus viewing up close—these were fundamentally two different experiences. One was akin to purely appreciating a landscape; the other was the human self merging into the scenery, becoming an intrinsic part of the view!

"Not knowing the true face of Mount Lu, simply because one is within the mountain!"

At this moment, Zhang Yang suddenly recalled a poem and recited it softly.

Although they were not viewing Mount Lu, they felt the same way at the foot of the Leshan Giant Buddha—they had fused with it, becoming an indivisible part of this unique panorama.

The last time Zhang Yang looked upon the statue, he only felt a thousand years of solitude. He imagined the Buddha, waiting here alone for a millennium, must have felt unbearably lonely; the experience could not have been pleasant.

But now, as Zhang Yang looked at the great statue again, he suddenly felt that it was not lonely at all. For thousands of years, it had remained here, allowing mortals to worship and gaze upon it, experiencing the vicissitudes of human life and observing the myriad forms of human behavior—how could it be lonely?

And what was cultivation, if not the same? In the beginning, everyone cultivated desperately, striving only to become stronger, to become the strongest. But once one reaches the pinnacle, becoming the foremost under heaven, then what?

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes—who is not merely a handful of yellow earth after a hundred or a thousand years, forgotten by the world?

If one fails to grasp the meaning of life, what use is it, even if one becomes a fifth-level powerhouse?