Yang Fan's Doctor profession had actually been activated for a long time now.
It was just that other than the Beginner Healing Technique which he would occasionally use, he had never used any other medical skills.
When he told Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin that his medical skills were average, he wasn't being modest. It was just that his medical skills were really average.
He had just leveled up his God of Cooking class to God of Cooking Apprentice, and he only had 181 experience points.
As for the Doctor profession, his medical skills experience points didn't even reach 30 points, which was barely enough to be called a Doctor.
With this kind of level, he might not even be as good as a medical student in school. It was still okay to pretend, but if he were to really treat someone, he would really be a little scared.
Therefore, being looked at so eagerly by Madam Zhao Lin, Yang Fan smiled awkwardly, feeling somewhat guilty.
He really wasn't as good as these people thought.
The reason why he said that Wang Yuansheng was poisoned was mostly just a guess, okay?
He really shouldn't have said so much just now!
Why was it that when he started bragging now, he couldn't hold his tongue anymore?
He was a little too full of himself!
"I … I'll do my best!"
Yang Fan pretended to be calm as he nervously extended his right hand and placed his finger on Wang Yuansheng's wrist.
"You've listened to the pulse of Level 6 Martial Disciple Wang Yuansheng. Your understanding of the human body's Qi and blood has deepened. Your medical skills have significantly improved. Medical skills + 5, Healing effect + 1."
"You've listened to the pulse of Level 6 Martial Disciple Wang Yuansheng. Your understanding of the human body's Qi and blood has deepened. Your medical skills have significantly improved. Medical skills + 5, Healing effect + 1."
"You've listened to the pulse of Level 6 Martial Disciple Wang Yuansheng. Your understanding of the human body's Qi and blood has deepened. Your medical skills have significantly improved. Medical skills + 5, Healing effect + 1."
Three consecutive system notifications directly increased Yang Fan's medical skills by 15 points and healing effect by 3 points.
Yang Fan was stunned. He didn't think that just pretending to take someone's pulse would actually have such a big unexpected gain.
Although there were only three experience points, this was only for one person. If he were to diagnose different patients a few more times, wouldn't it be easy to raise his medical skills to an advanced level?
It was as easy as cooking!
Yang Fan could not help but sigh softly. The EXP gained from these subsidiary professions seemed to be much easier than Vitality and Mentality. As long as one was not lazy, one could easily gain EXP by simply doing something.
It was safe, simple, and painless.
If he wanted to be a happy salted fish in the future, he could consider filling up all of these secondary professions. He could find a safer city and live a good life. At the very least, he wouldn't have to worry about food and drink.
With the increase of his medical experience, Yang Fan suddenly had some common knowledge about medical skills in his mind. He felt that he was becoming more and more like a proper doctor.
His confidence quietly returned, and his aura became even more imposing. Perhaps the boast he had made just now might really come true.
"Come, stick out your tongue and take a look at the embryo of your tongue."
Wang Yuansheng stuck out his tongue. Yang Fan lowered his head and glanced at it.
"You have checked the embryo of the tongue of the Level 6 Martial Disciple, Wang Yuansheng. You have found that his Qi and Blood are weak. Moisture has entered his body. Your understanding of the Chinese Medicine's Gaze Formula has deepened. Your medical skills have increased. Medical skills + 5, Healing effect + 1."
"You have observed Wang Yuansheng's complexion and eyes. You have found that his Essence Qi is scattered and not condensed. Your understanding of the Chinese Medicine's Gaze Formula has deepened. Your medical skills have increased. Medical skills + 5, Healing effect + 1."
"…"
Yang Fan seemed to have found a pattern. He began to surround Wang Yuansheng and did all kinds of examinations. He played all the techniques in Chinese medicine about looking, smelling, asking, cutting, and prescribing.
Whether he knew it or not, as long as he did the corresponding actions, the system would give him the corresponding EXP reward. It was simply too easy.
Soon, when Yang Fan's medical skills exceeded 100 points, he received a prompt from the system, just like his cooking skills.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host. Medical skills have reached 100 points. You have successfully obtained the profession title — Apprentice Doctor. Medical skills + 10, Profession Level + 1. Current Profession Level: Apprentice Doctor Level 1 (1121000). "
The sub-profession of Doctor had officially entered the normal track. Apprentice Doctor Level 1 did not sound like much, but only Yang Fan knew that the Apprentice Doctor described by the system was far more awesome than the average doctor.
Just like him, a Level 1 Apprentice God of Cookery, whose dishes were praised by Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin, who had eaten all the food in the House of Guardians. This was enough to explain the problem.
Yang Fan's current cooking skills were actually not inferior to many of the top cooking masters in the House of Guardians. Otherwise, when they first met, Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin would not have directly called him a master.
After his [Medicine Apprentice] had been promoted to Level 1, Yang Fan could no longer gain any more medical experience from Wang Yuansheng. Therefore, he simply stopped all examinations and consultations.
Lightly sitting back in his seat, Yang Fan confidently raised his head and lightly glanced at Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin, who were looking at him expectantly, and calmly said, "I'm sorry, the two of you. As for what kind of poison your son was poisoned with, I was unable to find out."
Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin's expression simultaneously darkened. They did not expect that their high hopes would turn into disappointment once again. Yang Fan was actually unable to identify what kind of poison it was.
"However." Yang Fan's change of topic made Wang Zhihe and Zhao Lin's little hearts jump up high again. The two could not help but excitedly raise their heads to look at Yang Fan. Yang Fan continued, "Although I do not know what kind of poison it is, I can identify some of the characteristics of this poison. If it is used for treatment, perhaps it will have a certain effect."
"Really?!"
"Really?!"
Wang Zhenghe and Zhao Lin asked at the same time. Their eyes were filled with pleasant surprise.
Yang Fan nodded, raised his hand and patted Wang Yuansheng's little head, and said, "This little brother was actually poisoned with a kind of neurological hallucinogenic drug. Its toxicity is actually not fatal, and it will not even directly cause any substantial harm to the human body."
"But there is one thing. It will hide in the patient's blood and meridians, and continuously send a kind of false signal to the central nervous system of the human body similar to 'I am very full, I am not hungry' to deceive the brain. Unknowingly, the patient will have a decrease in appetite, and not want to eat anymore."
It was a very bizarre poison, but it really existed in Wang Yuansheng's body.
Yang Fan did not know if he accidentally fell into the trap of some kind of demonic beast, or if someone deliberately used this kind of poison to harm him invisibly.
These had nothing to do with him. Right now, he only cared about how to get rid of this neurotoxin in his body.
Wang Zhihe's expression froze, as if he understood some of the meaning behind Yang Fan's words. His eyes more or less had a trace of gloominess.
But Zhao Lin did not think so much. She begged Yang Fan, "I hope Mr. Yang can use a miraculous method to get rid of this poison for my son as soon as possible!"
She did not care how bizarre and rare this kind of poison was. She only cared whether Yang Fan had a way to get rid of the poison for Wang Yuansheng. Her son did not eat every day, and could only rely on spiritual medicine to keep his life. Looking at him, her heart ached terribly.
As long as Wang Yuansheng could return to normal, she was willing to pay any price.
"Right now, I have two sets of plans." Yang Fan said, "One is that I use the same hypnosis technique, using poison to fight poison, and forcibly break the illusion in your son's mind, and let him regain his appetite to eat."
"The other is that I use a unique treatment technique that I learned from an ancient medical book, and see if I can try to purify or get rid of this strange poison."
"Both methods may be effective, but at the same time, there is a certain risk of accidents. Whether you want me to save your son or not, the choice is up to you."
Yang Fan looked at Wang Zhenghe and his wife, and said, "Don't be in a hurry to make a decision. Maybe you have better medical treatment options. Go to the Defender's Mansion, or the capital, or the Fog City, or the Federal Center City. The medical conditions there are better, and there are many doctors who are better than me. Maybe you can go there and take a look."
Wang Zhenghe's identity was not ordinary, so he should not be so desperate. Therefore, Yang Fan judged that they might be going to the Defender's Mansion to seek medical treatment.
If they really had better options, Yang Fan would definitely not stop them, nor would he hold a grudge against them. After all, being a doctor was only his side job, and he did not rely on it to make a living.
Of course, more importantly, Yang Fan could not guarantee that his treatment plan would really be effective. If there were other options, he did not want to take this risk.
If something were to happen to the patient during the treatment, it would be very scary for the doctor to cause a medical dispute.
"To tell you the truth," Wang Zhenghe also saw through Yang Fan's worries and said frankly, "The reason we're going to the House of Guardians this time is to make a detour to the capital. There, we've already made an appointment with a famous doctor who is famous throughout the Federation."
"However, the journey to the capital is very long. Even if we take an intercontinental spaceship, it will take at least a month to reach there. My wife and I are fine, but with Yuansheng's condition, it will be very difficult for him to last more than half a month on the intercontinental spaceship. "
"Therefore, we are already at the end of our rope." Wang Zhenghe said bitterly, "If we did not meet you today, we might have gone to the intercontinental spaceship to gamble on Yuansheng's luck and see if he can make it to the capital alive. Now, since you have a solution, why should we give up what is near for what is far away and walk down that path of death? "
Zhao Lin was stunned and looked at Wang Zhenghe in shock. "Wang Zhenghe! Didn't you tell me that although going to the capital was risky, you could reduce the risk to the minimum? Why now … You are lying to me! Am I right?! "
Wang Zhenghe smiled bitterly and said apologetically to Zhao Lin, "I was afraid that Madam would be on tenterhooks all the way, and it would affect the mood of giving birth to our son. That is why I kept it a secret. Please don't blame me."
Knowing that there was a slim chance of survival, did they not want to go?
That was impossible. No matter if it was Wang Zhenghe or Zhao Lin, they would not give up their son's life so easily. Wang Zhenghe deliberately hid the truth because he did not want his wife to be too desperate and cry all day long.
It was enough for him to bear some of the pain alone in the dark.
Zhao Lin's eyes suddenly reddened and tears fell down. She looked at Wang Zhenghe with heartache. "Why would I blame you? You didn't tell me because you were afraid that I would not be able to bear it. You know me, I am timid and inexperienced. If I knew about Yuansheng's condition in advance, I would have collapsed before anything happened to him. "
"You have been unable to sleep for the past few days. You must be worried about this matter. You are shouldering everything alone. My heart aches when I see you."
As she spoke, Zhao Lin could not help but caress Wang Zhenghe's face. More tears flowed down her face.
"Mommy, don't cry. I am fine. Daddy is fine too!"
Wang Yuansheng looked up at his mother and comforted her softly. This little fellow seemed to know about his condition, but he appeared to be calmer than his mother.
Perhaps it was because he was too young and did not know what life and death were.
Wang Zhengge stretched out his arms and hugged his wife and son respectively. Then, he solemnly said to Yang Fan, "Little Brother, we'll take both of your plans. You can do whatever you want to do with them. Even if it doesn't work, can it be worse than us drifting on the intercontinental spaceship and gambling with our lives? "
Yang Fan nodded gently. He was really touched by this family of three.
"Mr. and Mrs. Wang, don't worry." Yang Fan comforted her softly, "Even if both plans are ineffective, don't forget that I'm still a pretty good chef. With me around, your son will not go hungry. At least, you don't have to worry about his anorexia for the time being! "
Hearing this, Wang Zhenghe's expression changed and a ray of light flashed across his eyes.
Perhaps he had a better idea!
If Yang Fan could not cure Yuansheng's poison, perhaps they could consider bringing Yang Fan along on the intercontinental spaceship.
With a chef like Yang Fan around, he could cook all sorts of delicious food for Yuansheng every day. This would definitely increase the chances of Yuansheng reaching the capital.
As for whether Yang Fan was willing or not.
It was not within Wang Zhenghe's consideration.
Because to him, that wasn't important at all, was it?
Money could make the world go round. As long as there were enough benefits, there was nothing he could not do!
And what the Wang family did not lack the least was money!
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