Chapter Seventy Sowing Discord

  Ma Daman seemed to have sensed the awkwardness between the two of them. Not only was he not worried, but a hint of joy also appeared on his face.

  "Although Dr. Han is young, his medical skills are absolutely extraordinary and I believe that Old Man Li will definitely be revived." He suddenly started praising Dr. Han's medical skills.

  "Is that so? At such a young age, you have such high medical skills! I don't quite believe it, could your medical skills be even higher than Dr. Mo's?" The old man was also hot-tempered and was easily provoked by the other party, he blurted out distrustful words in front of Han Li without thinking twice.

  As soon as this sentence came out, it made several family members on the side unsure of what to do.

  It's impossible to agree, and yet you still expect this young medical genius to detoxify and save lives!

  It's also inappropriate to refute him bluntly, after all, the other side is Li Changlao's closest friend and elder for most people.

  "Hehe! Zhao Changlao doesn't know, but Han Xiaodaifu is actually Mo Daifu's proud disciple. His medical skills have surpassed his master's and are far better than Mo Daifu's." Ma Menzhong secretly rejoiced and added another piece of firewood to the stove.

  "A mere teenager, and you're already claiming to have learned medicine from birth? I'm not convinced, unless I see it with my own eyes." Old Man Zhao shook his head like a fan, still unaware that he had fallen into the other person's trap and offended someone he shouldn't have. It seemed he was also a reckless individual, but how did such a person manage to occupy the position of elder without falling from it?

  Han Li listened on the side, rolling his eyes, do I need you to prove whether my medical skills are good or not? He knew that Ma Men's master was intentionally luring the opponent into speaking, yet he still felt a bit stifled.

  It's clear that this Old Zhao and Master Ma are not from the same faction, and there's even a hint of hostility.

  "Zhao Changlao's mixed round hand is indeed practiced to the point of being divine and infinite in power!" Ma Mengzhu saw that Han Li's face had an unpleasant expression, and his heart was even more joyful. Suddenly, he changed his tone and said a mysterious sentence with ulterior motives.

  "Hmph! Where did the pure essence of the Ma family's Xuan Yin Finger come from?" Zhao Lao seemed to not care about his opponent's status as a sect leader, and countered with a stern face.

  "Haha! Old Zhao has made a mistake again."

  Ma Meng is obviously a man who hides his sharpness in his smile, and he doesn't mind the sarcasm hidden in Zhao's words. He smiled and accepted the other party's hypocritical flattery with ease.

  Elder Zhao was not facing this situation for the first time, he had no choice but to give up and didn't want to get entangled with such a shameless opponent anymore, so he stopped talking. However, he couldn't help but feel puzzled by his opponent's sudden words at this moment.

  Although the master is not from the same faction as him, he has never exposed the contradictions of the upper echelons in front of so many juniors before. What kind of trickery is this?

  Han Li listened to the two people's sharp words, his expression didn't change at all, pretending to be completely unaware. But in fact, he was well aware that Ma Men Zhu was again stirring up trouble between himself and other high-ranking officials.

  Since Ma Menzhu and Han Li had contact once, they have been repeatedly hinting at Han Li, wanting this brilliant doctor to join his faction to expand his influence.

  Ke Hanli never thought of participating in the power struggle of the Seven Mysteries Gate.

  It's not that he deliberately looked down on others, but after coming into contact with great men like Mo Dafu and Yu Zitong, especially after learning two magical techniques, his vision had unconsciously risen a lot. He no longer paid attention to the power struggles of small sects like Qixingmen. Even if he wanted to be a man who couldn't live without power for a day, he wouldn't stoop to being controlled by someone like Ma Mengchu.

  Han Li's current strength is not weak, but he doesn't want to offend the other party either. Therefore, he started a delaying war with Ma Meng, neither agreeing to the other party's request nor completely rejecting it, only constantly giving unclear responses.

  It's Ma Daguang's turn to have a headache now.

  As Han Li did not give a reply and his medical skills were indispensable, they could not use force on him, so the matter of him joining their sect has been delayed until now, without any accurate statement.

  But Ma Meng had to prevent Han Li from falling into the arms of other factions, so whenever he had the opportunity, he would try his best to disrupt Han Li's contact with other high-ranking officials and sabotage their relationships. Whether these seemingly childish tactics were effective or not, Han Li didn't know, but so far, no other faction's high-ranking official had come to bother him, which was indeed a pleasant surprise, making Han Li secretly delighted.

  Now, Ma Daguai is doing the same thing again. I'm afraid he won't leave a good impression on Old Man Zhao's mind.

  Ma Rong saw this scene like a fighting cock, but his heart was somewhat flustered, and he hurriedly continued to introduce.

  "This is my wife, Mrs. Li." He first pointed to a middle-aged woman whose face was somewhat similar to that of the girl and said.

  "This is..."

  "This is..."

  The young girl, being the youngest, was placed last. Her name was Zhang Xiuer and she happened to be Li Changlao's niece, which was beyond Han Li's expectations.

  When introducing Lei Feiyu, the other party deliberately pretended not to recognize Han Li and showed a cool expression that kept people at bay. This made Ma Rong, who was about to introduce them, feel somewhat embarrassed, and he quickly whispered an explanation to Han Li:

  "Li Hu has always been like this, it's just his usual temperament, not specifically targeting you, Doctor Han, please don't take it to heart."

  Han Li smiled slightly, knowing that Lai Fei Yu didn't want to reveal their relationship in front of so many people.

  "It's nothing, I won't bother with some people for now. Let's take a look at Li Changlao's situation first! Saving someone is more urgent." Han Li deliberately made a veiled criticism of Lü Feiyu.

  Ma Rong felt relieved and quickly led everyone into the patient's bedroom.

  Lethal Rain's mouth twitched slightly after hearing that, seeming to be nonchalant, but when everyone turned their backs, he suddenly made a ghostly face at Han Li, then immediately returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

  Han Liqiang suppressed the smile in his heart and ignored the other person, closely following Li's footsteps to arrive at Li Zhanglao's bedside.

  As soon as he saw the face of the person on the bed, even the usually fearless Han Li couldn't help but take a deep breath, and only then did he understand why the other doctors didn't dare to prescribe medicine.

  Originally benevolent and kind-hearted, Old Master Li is now unconscious. However, from his face to his neck, and from his hands to his feet, copper coin-sized boils have appeared, each one a different color, extremely bright and eye-catching, making people feel shocked at the sight. Moreover, his lips are turning green, and his face is shrouded in a layer of black gas, clearly showing late-stage symptoms of severe poisoning. Trying to save his life will be even more difficult.