Chapter 482

**Chapter 482: The Lazy One Challenges (2)**

“No, better leave that for now…”

Wei Yanho waved his hands in denial. In the hands of the Master of the Medical Hall, sharp needles glinted.

Although his specialty was medicine, he was, after all, a member of the Tang Family. The needles in his hands could be tools to save lives, but they could also become the most lethal killing devices in the world.

The direction in which those needles would be used at that moment was so obvious that it didn’t even need to be said.

Seeing the greenish aura on the tips of the needles, Wei Yanho smiled uncomfortably.

“I don’t think this merits so much anger, does it?”

“What?”

“Wow, what a quick temper.”

Just when the Master of the Medical Hall, unable to contain himself, was about to throw the needles, Jangil and Peng Dogeuk pounced on him and held him back in a panic.

“Let go of me! Aren’t you going to let go?”

“Please, calm down.”

“Think rationally, rationally! I know it’s not easy, but try!”

“Rationality?”

The Master of the Medical Hall was foaming at the mouth.

“You’re asking me to be rational when this madman wants to use poison on the patients?! Poison on the patients?! In what world does a lunatic like this exist?!”

Of course, they both understood his indignation. But they couldn’t allow the Master of the Medical Hall to pounce on Wei Yanho just like that.

“You better calm down first.”

“This demented guy sometimes… no, frequently spouts nonsense, but if you listen carefully, his madness often makes some sense.”

“… What kind of nonsense is that?”

“I understand that it’s hard to believe. Not even I could explain it convincingly. That’s why you better listen to what he has to say…”

The Master of the Medical Hall stared at them with eyes full of fury, but seeing their uncomfortable smiles, he took a deep breath to calm his agitated mind.

“Are you telling me I have to keep listening to his nonsense?”

“After all, isn’t progress born from ideas that seem like nonsense at first?”

“I’m not interested in your cheap philosophy.”

The Master of the Medical Hall clicked his tongue.

“But since you insist so much, I’ll listen. However, if he spouts more nonsense, I won’t hesitate to kick you out, even if it means facing the Patriarch’s punishment. This is already a big concession on my part.”

“Of course, there will be no problem.”

Jangil laughed nervously.

But, although his face was smiling, inside he was burning with frustration.

*’Why do I have to be the one to justify this guy’s madness?’*

And he wasn’t the only one. Peng Dogeuk was also trying to calm the Master of the Medical Hall, while Musan and Jegal Munin were preparing to intervene at any moment.

It was inevitable when traveling with Wei Yanho: you ended up getting used to justifying his actions and dealing with the problems he caused.

Jangil sighed and approached Wei Yanho.

“Think carefully before speaking. Unless you want us to be banned from entering the Medical Hall.”

“Why do people always dismiss what I say as nonsense without even thinking about it?”

“… Because it’s not ‘just any nonsense’, it’s *your* nonsense.”

And besides, it’s the pure truth!

“What a pain.”

Wei Yanho looked at the Master of the Medical Hall with eyes full of complaint and spoke.

“Think about it. The problem now is that we need to inject energy, but if we give them elixirs, their bodies won’t be able to handle it, right?”

“That’s right.”

The expression on the Master of the Medical Hall’s face clearly said: *”No matter what you say, I won’t accept it”*.

*’This is not going to work…’*

Jangil knew that Wei Yanho could be persuasive when he wanted to. Especially when he was selling medicines, he was able to speak eloquently.

Although Jangil normally punched him for selling dubious remedies, this time he had no choice but to support him.

“Then why not use a poison that doesn’t overload their bodies? You, those of the Tang Family, always say: *’Poison is also medicine’*. Poisonous energy and internal qi share similarities.”

“Hmm…”

“Poison can be used to generate internal qi. As long as poison techniques exist, this cannot be denied, right?”

“True.”

That was undeniable. Rejecting it would be like denying the martial teachings of the Tang Family.

“Then it’s simple. Poison contains energy, right? And no one has died from consuming poison and having their body explode, right?”

“…”

The expression on the Master of the Medical Hall’s face was becoming increasingly strange.

It was nonsense.

Complete nonsense.

But… how to describe it? It was…

*”Convincing nonsense”*.

It didn’t make sense, but at the same time it did.

The medicine of the Tang Family was based on the duality between poison and cure. Poison could be medicine, and medicine could be poison. And this was not an exclusive theory of theirs.

Any medicine, in excess, becomes poison. Energy, used in moderation, strengthens the body, but in excess, corrodes it.

The same applied to poison. Although it is normally considered harmful, poisons such as *Bishuang* were used in medicine to reduce inflammation or relieve pain. In the correct dose, even poison could be medicine.

But…

“Listen, young man. These patients are on the verge of death right now. And you want to poison them?”

“Do you have a better method?”

“No, I don’t, but…!”

That was like pouring oil on the fire to put it out.

“It’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

“Don’t be so negative. Think about it. Their meridians are blocked, so neither normal medicines nor elixirs will work. We need an energy that can spread without depending on the meridians. And in that sense, poison is the best, because it affects martial artists, common people, humans, or beasts equally!”

The Master of the Medical Hall felt dizzy.

What kind of nonsense was this?

Not even among nonsense was there anything like this.

But…

“It makes sense.”

His head turned sharply. There was Jegal Munin, nodding thoughtfully.

“It’s quite convincing.”

“No…”

The Master of the Medical Hall thumped his chest.

“Master Jegal! The words that sound convincing but actually deceive are what we call *”sabibi”* (false appearances). Are you also going to fall for his sweet lies?!”

“But it cannot be denied that, among the methods proposed so far, the Patriarch’s is the most realistic.”

“R-realistic?”

The Master of the Medical Hall was about to lose his breath.

“Realistic? Did you just say *realistic*?”

“Yes. If poison can infiltrate where other energies cannot, then, used correctly, it could revitalize them.”

“Of course it will infiltrate! But an invasion of poisonous energy is not called *infiltration*!”

“… What is it called then?”

“It’s called *poisoning*! POISONING! Are you seriously wanting to poison people who could die at any moment?! If you want corpses, you better stab them in the neck with a sword and save complications!”

“Ah… seriously?”

Jegal Munin stepped back, learning the lesson of not getting involved in fields he didn’t master.

“I will never allow it!”

“Come on, don’t be so negative.”

Wei Yanho shrugged.

“If we control the poison well, it will have the effect of filling a well. These patients are like collapsed wells. There is no time to rebuild them and fill them with clean water. First, we need to throw in dirty water to prevent the well from collapsing. Over time, the earth will settle, and the water will clear.”

“This charlatan!”

The Master of the Medical Hall burst into fury.

It was inevitable.

Because, listening to him, it sounded reasonable.

Even he, deep down, thought: *”Wouldn’t it be possible to try?”*

But no.

“I can’t risk the lives of the patients on a bet!”

“It’s not a bet. Letting time pass without treating them properly is the real risk. This at least has a chance of success.”

“That’s…”

“You just have to control the poison, that’s all.”

“Listen, young Wei!”

The Master of the Medical Hall stared at him.

“Are you telling me that we must poison people who could die at any moment and make sure they don’t die from the poison? That’s more dangerous than walking on a tightrope! Who could do something like that?”

“You, Master.”

“…”

The eyes of the Master of the Medical Hall trembled.

“I…”

“I know. Maybe you are not the best doctor in the Central Plains. But there is no one in the world who masters both poison and medicine as much as you.”

The Master of the Medical Hall closed his mouth.

Wei Yanho was right.

This was something that only he could do. Even if the legendary *Hua Tuo* were to resurrect, he couldn’t do it better. Because this was not just a medical problem.

“That’s why I’m telling you. If the Master of the Medical Hall refuses, there is nothing I can do. This is beyond my capabilities.”

“Hmm…”

Wei Yanho looked at him in silence and said:

“My master used to say: *’If there is no path, you must create one’*. If you only follow the paths already made, you will never open a new one.”

“And is this the time to open a new path?”

“That, I don’t know. But there is something I am sure of.”

“What?”

Wei Yanho lowered his gaze towards the patients. After observing them for a while, he raised his head.

“If they had consciousness, what would they choose?”

“…”

“Would they choose to die slowly like this? Or would they risk their lives for a chance to survive?”

“What a silly question.”

The Master of the Medical Hall twisted his face.

“Obviously, they would choose to live. They are proud descendants of the Tang Family.”

Wei Yanho smiled.

“Then, isn’t it decided?”

“Young man.”

“Yes?”

“You are going to hell.”

“Ooh, what terrifying words.”

The Master of the Medical Hall shook his head.

“This is madness. True madness. They could all die.”

“It would only be a matter of when.”

“… Damn it.”

The Master of the Medical Hall turned sharply.

“Where are you going?”

“To see the Patriarch.”

“What for?”

“To decide what poison to use, obviously!”

The eyes of all were fixed on his back. With steps full of irritation, the Master of the Medical Hall opened the door and went out. Wei Yanho shrugged and followed him.

“That’s how the Tang Family is. Even their doctors are daring.”

“…”

After witnessing everything, Jangil came to a conclusion.

“There is probably no one in history who surpasses your ability to irritate people.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Maybe.”

Jangil shook his head and followed the Master of the Medical Hall.