Li Yundong, seeing the whole room surge toward him, was immediately flustered. He called out loudly, "Everyone, calm down! Take it easy, one by one."

But these people rushed forward with the fervor of zealots witnessing a miracle, each one afraid that Li Yundong might vanish the next second.

Besides, this young man wasn't charging for consultations, and in such a short time, he could produce such a dramatic change in the patients—it was like seeing the legendary immortals; why miss out on the chance?

The Chinese are masters at seizing an advantage; the moment they saw something free, they swarmed forward, instantly shoving both Li Yundong and Zhou Qin into a corner where they couldn't move.

Zhou Qin, acting as both planner and director, proudly observed the scene unfolding beside him. She watched as Old Mrs. Xu’s expression shifted from skeptical to gradually believing, and finally to wide-eyed astonishment. Then she saw the onlookers move from doubt to outright fervor. This transformation filled her with both pride and happiness, as if she herself had performed the healing.

Especially when the crowd squeezed her tightly against Li Yundong, their bodies touching, a thrill of secret joy mixed with nervous shyness surged through her, her heart hammering. While cautiously avoiding the stray hands brushing against her, she sneakily studied Li Yundong’s expression.

To her disappointment, Li Yundong showed almost no change in expression; he was entirely occupied with handling these overly enthusiastic patients.

The younger nurses outside the crowd watched Li Yundong with undisguised admiration, and then looked at Zhou Qin with deep envy, sighing softly, "Ah, if only I had a boyfriend like that—so young, so handsome, and so incredibly capable!"

The older nurse manager nearby splashed cold water on the fantasy. "You? Save it. Look in a mirror first, and then consider the caliber of the beauty standing next to this young man! Aren't you afraid of feeling inadequate?"

The young nurse rolled her eyes. "What, am I not even allowed to think it in my own head?"

While they bickered, Li Yundong was suffering immensely, crammed in the ward. Even though he possessed extraordinary abilities, he couldn't exactly deploy them against these patients, could he?

Just as Li Yundong was breaking out in a cold sweat, a thought struck him. He turned his head and said to Zhou Qin, who was also glistening with perspiration, "Cover your ears."

Zhou Qin blinked, "Why?"

"Just cover them," Li Yundong snapped. "Why ask so many questions!"

Zhou Qin let out an "Oh," and dutifully covered her ears. The moment she did, she heard Li Yundong suddenly open his mouth and shout in a low tone, "Mā!"

This was one of the syllables of the Six-Syllable Great Bright Mantra. The sound instantly made everyone nearby shudder, their ears ringing violently, as if a clap of thunder had sounded right beside them.

Even with her hands pressed to her ears, Zhou Qin felt her chest surge with qi and blood, leaving her painfully uncomfortable.

These people had absolutely not expected that this seemingly young man could emit a sound like a lion's roar. They were instantly subdued, looking at Li Yundong with reverent awe, no longer daring to advance.

Li Yundong recalled what Ziyuan had told him: Medicine carries the Way; martial arts defend the Way. Relying solely on medical skill to earn the world's favor was not enough; one needed sufficient power to instill fear so that they would remain obedient.

Thinking of this, Li Yundong silently nodded in agreement. Pure benevolence and virtue were insufficient; one also needed thunderous methods to command respect and prevent offense. Otherwise, the world would perceive one as weak and easily bullied, leading everyone to flock to him—and then life would become unbearable!

After subduing the crowd with his action, Li Yundong cleared his throat and addressed them, "Everyone, please don't be so agitated. Take it slow. Even if I were extraordinary, I don't have three heads and six arms; I can't cater to everyone at once. If you keep crowding like this, I’ll have no choice but to flee, and none of you will get treated, right?"

Old Mrs. Xu stepped forward, taking on the role of chief supporter, and proclaimed loudly, "Yes, the little celestial master is right! Everyone take turns. This old woman will keep order!"

Seeing this, the crowd laughed, and someone joked, "Old woman, why don't you wear a red armband on your arm!"

Old Mrs. Xu laughed back, "What? You look down on me? My son is in the [Name redacted] Brigade—want me to call him over?"

The man who spoke quickly waved his hands. "No, no, we wouldn't dare! Who doesn't know the way things are these days? Heaven and Earth are vast, but the [Name redacted] is the greatest!"

Old Mrs. Xu lifted her chin. "Good that you know!"

The others saw this and burst into laughter.

Seeing that the crowd had finally stabilized, Li Yundong let out a sigh of relief. He had temporarily assumed the role of a barefoot doctor, turning the hospital room into a general hall for walk-in consultations.

Outside, the nurses and doctors exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions odd: Since when did the inpatient building become an outpatient clinic? What kind of decorum was this?

But seeing the high spirits and intense expressions of the crowd, they dared not say much, fearing they might incite public anger and end up getting beaten—that would be a real disaster.

While Li Yundong was acting as a makeshift physician at the First People's Hospital of the City, Su Chan was anxiously awaiting news from her paper crane at the Daoist temple of the Fox Charm Sect.

"Days have passed. Why is there still no news whatsoever?"

Su Chan paced her room like a headless fly, repeatedly glancing at the window, as if expecting the paper crane to fly in the very next second.

Her ceaseless pacing began to annoy Ao Wushuang. She frowned, "Chan'er, what is wrong with you? Are your pants on fire?"

Su Chan stopped pacing, her eyes darting around as she tentatively spoke, "Master, I... I... I want to..."

Ao Wushuang cut her off without hesitation, "Absolutely not!"

Su Chan pulled a long face. "I haven't even said what it is yet!"

Ao Wushuang sneered, "Do you think I don't know the little scheme brewing in that little head of yours? You just want to go find Li Yundong, don't you?"

Su Chan’s face immediately fell. Pouting, looking deeply displeased, she knew Ao Wushuang was right, but her mouth refused to admit it. "Ugh, that’s not what I meant!"

Ao Wushuang gave her a sidelong glance. "Then what did you mean?"

Su Chan’s eyes twinkled. "I mean, I need to go out for a bit."

Ao Wushuang snorted. "And why do you need to go out?"

Su Chan flashed a sly smile. "The paper crane Grandmaster gave me is lost. I need to go look for it!"

Ao Wushuang snorted again, deciding not to waste words. With a flourish of her sleeve, she ushered Su Chan back into her room.

Su Chan pushed the door, finding it firmly sealed. She stamped her foot in annoyance. "Master, you’re going too far! Let me out!"

Ao Wushuang closed her eyes and ignored her. Su Chan couldn't help but shout, "I’ll climb out the window!"

Ao Wushuang said slowly, "Run along then. But if you run, don't bother coming back!"

Su Chan was furious. "I really am running away!" With that, her figure shifted, and she instantly vanished from the room.

Ao Wushuang glanced sideways at Su Chan's room, then chuckled softly. "Wayward disciple, always trying to outsmart your master! Are you addicted to the struggle?"

She was just about to stand when she suddenly saw Mo Ashi gracefully approach the doorway.

Ao Wushuang immediately rose and said respectfully, "Senior Sister, is there something you need?"

Mo Ashi was still wearing her Daoist robes, a golden hairpin adorning her hair. Her face was serene and gentle, yet her posture exuded a graceful, alluring charm. She smiled slightly, "I found a paper crane in the back courtyard yesterday. I wonder if it belongs to one of you."

Upon hearing this, Ao Wushuang couldn't help but glance toward Su Chan's room inside, thinking: Well, this girl actually managed to restrain herself from coming out! Didn't she say she lost a paper crane? Could it be that she really ran off? This troublesome girl is becoming more and more unruly!

Ao Wushuang smiled outwardly. "Senior Sister, you are too kind. Such a small matter, you could have just sent someone. Why come in person?"

Mo Ashi returned the smile. "Not at all. It’s been a while since I last saw my Junior Sister; it’s nice to visit." As she spoke, her eyes swept casually around the room, and she inquired, "By the way, where is my little grand-niece?"

Ao Wushuang sighed. "Don't mention her. She’s having a spat with me; she probably ran out."

Mo Ashi chuckled. "Having a spat? Is there something even you can't handle?"

Ao Wushuang waved a hand dismissively. "Every family has its troubles. Let's not dwell on it!"

Mo Ashi smiled. "In that case, I won't disturb you further. Junior Sister, please proceed as you wish."

Ao Wushuang replied politely, "Senior Sister, I won't see you out." Then, as Mo Ashi reached the doorway, she suddenly recalled something and asked, "By the way, Senior Sister, how did you happen to find that paper crane? Isn't that crane Chan'er’s? How did she happen to lose it in the back courtyard?"

Mo Ashi's body instantly froze at the doorway. Her heart leaped into her throat, pounding wildly!

Has that wretch discovered me? Mo Ashi, already harboring ulterior motives, had only come to test Ao Wushuang and Su Chan. If she had found them together, she would have seized an opportunity to deal with both of them. But seeing only Ao Wushuang present, she hadn't intended to make a move, planning to find another chance later.

But when she reached the door, Ao Wushuang’s question threw her into immediate shock and suspicion!

Mo Ashi's figure at the doorway resembled a statue suddenly solidified, utterly devoid of vitality. After a moment of rigidity, she quickly recovered. She turned, her waist swaying fluidly, and instantly became lively again. She walked gracefully toward Ao Wushuang and chuckled, "You’ll have to ask your precious apprentice about that—how she managed it."

Ao Wushuang smiled. "I'll ask her when she returns. But she's careless by nature, often losing things; it’s perfectly normal for her to misplace a paper crane."

Mo Ashi said nothing upon hearing this, only staring intently at Ao Wushuang, as if trying to peer directly into her thoughts.

Did she see through it? Looking at her like that, it seems like she hasn't figured it out. Mo Ashi’s expression remained placid, but her mind raced, calculating rapidly.

Yet, Ao Wushuang's reputation in the cultivation world was formidable; the title of the Fox Charm Sect's foremost master hadn't been earned lightly over a decade. Mo Ashi couldn't help but think: If she’s lying to me, then all these years of planning were for nothing? No, it’s better to believe it than to dismiss it! To deal with this wretch, I must strike first!

With this thought, Mo Ashi was momentarily intimidated by Ao Wushuang’s renowned prestige. She secretly made up her mind, a slight smile appearing on her face. "Oh yes, Junior Sister, I suddenly remembered, the previous Sect Master mentioned Wang Yuanshan."

Ao Wushuang cared deeply for only two people: Su Chan, and Wang Yuanshan, the leader of the Spiritual Palace Faction of the Orthodox Unity Sect, with whom she had once shared a complicated entanglement.

The moment she heard the name Wang Yuanshan, her entire body shook. She involuntarily leaned forward slightly, her Dao Heart utterly disturbed, and asked, "What? What happened to him?"

Seeing the opening in Ao Wushuang's chest defense, Mo Ashi immediately thrust one finger toward Ao Wushuang’s Huagai acupoint, while her other hand flashed lightning-fast towards her Shenfeng acupoint. The Luomu Soul-Separating Hairpin on Ao Wushuang’s head instantly shot out, darting like lightning toward her lower abdomen's Qihai acupoint.

In an instant, Mo Ashi transformed from a dignified, benevolent Bodhisattva into a disheveled, demonic Rakshasa. Her features contorted into a savage mask, brimming with killing intent!