Just as he reached the entrance of the Accord Auction House, Feng Hao stopped in his tracks again.
It seemed like he had no money?
The corner of his mouth twitched as he realized that he was completely broke.
A Profound Level apothecary, who was comparable to an Earth Level apothecary, was actually in need of money. Who would believe that?
Just as he was about to turn around, Feng Hao saw a group of people rushing out of the Accord Auction House. Their faces were filled with panic, as though something big had happened.
"Out of the way, out of the way!"
Six strong men carefully carried a green-skinned old man with a face as pale as paper. A dozen strong men in front and behind him shouted orders as well as a few youths and middle-aged men cleared out a path and hurriedly ran in the direction of the capital's Alchemist Association.
"Huh?"
Inadvertently, Feng Hao glanced at the old man's face. When he saw the old man's hand clutching his heart, he raised his eyebrows. "That person seems to be suffering from the 'coronary heart disease' recorded in the Encyclopedia of Spiritual Medicine?"
Getting sick had nothing to do with one's strength. Even if one was a Martial Ancestor, a Martial Venerable, or even an expert of a higher level, they would still get sick. Getting sick was not something that could be cured just because one was strong enough. If one did not receive treatment, one would definitely die!
Hence, in the Sky Martial Continent, the identity of an apothecary was extremely noble. Even the experts who stood at the peak would have to be courteous to those high-ranked apothecaries.
If one was strong enough, one might be able to say that one would not get injured, but who could guarantee that one would not get sick?
Furthermore, sickness was different from injury. Sickness could only be treated with the corresponding medicinal properties. In other words, if there was no record of a sickness that could be treated in the Pharmacopoeia, then it would definitely not be treated.
Ordinary Yellow Level apothecaries could only treat common colds and colds. Anything slightly more serious would definitely require the help of a Profound Level apothecary.
Hence, the quality of a Pharmacopoeia was mainly determined by how many kinds of sickness it could treat. The more spiritual herbs needed to concoct a medicinal pill, the more diseases it would be able to treat.
This kind of coronary heart disease was not an ordinary disease. According to the records in the Encyclopedia of Godly Pesticides, this disease had a high probability of affecting the elderly. Moreover, if it was not treated in time, it would almost certainly lead to death.
Originally, Feng Hao wanted to walk directly to the academy. However, after taking a few steps, he thought that the old man might be someone from the Accord Auction House, so he turned around.
"I, Feng Hao, will return the favor I owe you!"
Letting out a soft sigh, he shook his head and walked towards the Alchemist Association.
At this time, the Apothecary Guild in the capital was also in a mess because of the old man's illness.
"What are you arguing about?"
A crane-haired old man slowly walked down from the second floor. He looked at the chaotic scene and immediately berated.
This old man was the president of the capital's Alchemist Association, Kuang Yi. He was also one of the two Mystic Rank Alchemists of the West Mist Country.
Seeing that Kuang Yi had come down, the Ouyang family's people surrounded him.
"President Kuang, you have to save my father!"
The one who spoke was a man with thick eyebrows. He was the head of the Accord Auction House, Ouyang Qiong.
Seeing that it was Ouyang Qiong, Kuang Yi's face softened a little. After all, the Accord Auction House donated a lot of elixirs to the Apothecary Guild every year. Moreover, whenever he asked for it, the people in the Accord Auction House would do their best to find it for him.
"Let me see."
Kuang Yi frowned and walked towards the old man lying on the ground. Seeing this, the others all made way for him.
This old man was Ouyang Yuan, Ouyang Qiong's father and the previous head of the Accord Auction House.
Seeing Ouyang Yuan's pale face and twitching lips, Kuang Yi's heart skipped a beat and he let go of the old man after feeling his pulse.
"I can't cure this disease!"
He sighed softly. Every year, the number of dignitaries in the Royal Capital who died of this disease was countless. Even now, he still did not know what kind of disease it was. Every patient died in endless pain.
However, the pain didn't last long. Usually, their hearts would burst and they would die within an hour.
In fact, the people from the Ouyang family knew it too. They just wanted to be lucky. Hearing this, Ouyang Qiong staggered and almost fell. His face was full of despair.
"President Kuang, you have to save my father!"
He came to his senses and grabbed Kuang Yi's arm tightly as he begged. His eyes were also glistening with tears.
"Sigh … Even if you go to the Imperial Capital, you might not be able to cure this disease. It can be said that this is one of the few incurable diseases in the world. Only those experts who roam the world can cure it."
Kuang Yi explained helplessly.
As a apothecary, he didn't feel good about not being able to cure the disease.
"How could this be?How could this be …? "
Ouyang Qiong's heart ached when he saw the old man twitching. He was no longer as smart as he used to be. Instead, he looked panicked and sorrowful.
"Who can cure him?I'll pay tens of millions of gold to anyone who can cure my father! "
He let go of Kuang Yi's arm and looked at the apothecaries. However, dozens of apothecaries shook their heads and sighed. Even Kuang Yi couldn't cure him, how could they?
"I can cure him!"
A clear voice rang out from outside of the Alchemist Association, causing everyone present to look towards the source of the voice.
A handsome young man with eyes that were like bright stars, sword-like eyebrows that extended to his temples, and a sharp nose walked in from the door with a trace of a smile on his face.
"Is he a student of the Wind Moon Academy?"
The school uniform on Fenghao's body betrayed his identity.
"Young man, can you really do it?"
Ouyang Qiong frowned.
Feng Hao looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, so he wasn't very trustworthy.
"Why don't you try?"
Fenghao still had a relaxed smile on his face as he said lightly.
"Wait."
Just as Feng Hao was about to cure him, Kuang Yi stopped him. He looked at Feng Hao suspiciously and asked, "Young man, are you a apothecary?"
"Yes, of course."
With a flip of his hand, Feng Hao put on the washed apothecary robe, which made him look even more noble.
"Advanced Yellow Class."
The three lines on Feng Hao's apothecary robe caused some people to exclaim.
"Advanced Yellow Class. Not bad."
Kuang Yi was also slightly taken aback. He then asked, "This illness, is it something that a yellow rank apothecary like you can treat?"
"Haha, Mr. President, since you can't cure him, why don't you let me try?"
Hearing this, Fenghao still wore a smile on his face as he asked.
"President Kuang, just let him try."
Ouyang Qiong couldn't help but say when he saw Ouyang Yuan twitching even more.
"Alright."
Kuang Yi frowned, but still gave way.
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