While all the doctors were examining Zhang Yuan, Fu Yan sat quietly, sipping Zhang Yuan's finest tea.
Meanwhile, Er Gou was chatting in a low voice with Fu Ya.
Fu Ya looked at the crowd and whispered, "Er Gou, aren't you angry about what they said earlier?"
Er Gou shook his head. "There's nothing to be angry about. I've already examined this illness; ordinary doctors can't cure it."
"I'm afraid…" Er Gou trailed off, shaking his head again.
Fu Ya immediately understood. "You mean this is related to Ancient Martial Artists? That ordinary people can't cure it at all?"
Er Gou nodded gently. "Something like that. I suspect even someone from the Divine Healer Pavilion would have a very difficult time with this."
The thought that even someone from the Divine Healer Pavilion would struggle made Fu Ya incredibly curious. While the members of the Divine Healer Pavilion could be arrogant, they possessed genuine skill, making even the most complex illnesses seem trivial in their hands.
