Chapter 642 I Just Needed a Band Aid, Not a 9th Grade Divine Resurrection Pill

Chapter 642: Chapter 642 I Just Needed a Band Aid, Not a 9th Grade Divine Resurrection Pill

Hazel carefully held the manual with both hands.

She suddenly understood that Lin Feng wasn’t simply giving them a book.

He was giving them a completely different future.

A future where age would no longer be an unavoidable enemy.

A future where they wouldn’t have to watch their lives slowly disappear while Lin Feng continued walking through the cultivation world.

Alexandra’s expression became serious.

"We won’t waste this."

Hazel nodded firmly.

"We’ll cultivate properly."

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction.

"Good."

He had given them the opportunity.

What happened next would depend on them.

The road ahead would still be long and difficult, but at least they now had a foundation.

For Hazel and Alexandra, the thin manual in their hands represented something far greater than a cultivation technique.

It represented a chance to change their destiny.

And neither woman intended to waste it.

***

A week later, Lin Feng’s life gradually returned to its usual rhythm.

From Monday to Friday, he focused on teaching.

His lessons attracted countless people, and every class seemed to draw more attention than the one before it.

Some came because they genuinely wanted to learn, while others simply wanted the opportunity to see the mysterious Medicine King with their own eyes.

But when the weekend arrived, Lin Feng’s schedule changed.

Those were the days when he would occasionally treat patients, answer questions about cultivation and medicine, or help people who had encountered problems they could not solve themselves.

The demand for his attention was enormous.

Every day, countless people wanted to meet him.

Some came from wealthy families. Some were powerful cultivators.

Some were ordinary people carrying hopes that had already been abandoned by every other doctor and healer they had visited.

There were even people who traveled thousands of miles simply for the possibility of standing before him.

Lin Feng could technically heal all of them.

With his abilities, even the most difficult illnesses were rarely a challenge.

But that didn’t mean he could simply accept everyone.

If he announced that he would heal anyone who came to him, millions of people would immediately rush toward him.

The situation would quickly become impossible to control.

He knew that more would come next.

And Lin Feng would have no time left for anything else.

He had no desire to turn his peaceful life into an endless cycle of treating patients.

Therefore, he adopted a much simpler approach.

He let fate decide.

If someone genuinely worthy crossed his path, Lin Feng would help them.

If circumstances naturally brought someone before him, he would consider their situation.

If he had the time and inclination, he would provide treatment.

He didn’t deliberately search for patients, nor did he make grand promises about saving everyone in the world.

He simply helped as many people as he could without allowing the responsibility to consume his life.

This approach quickly became part of his reputation.

People began talking about him everywhere.

"The Medicine King, Lin Feng, is incredibly popular these days."

"I know, right? How could he not be popular? He practically treats people for free."

"And his treatments are supposed to be completely effective."

"Exactly. I’ve never heard of anyone whom he couldn’t heal."

The conversations continued wherever people gathered.

Some spoke about his medical abilities. Others discussed the questions he answered.

Many people were especially amazed that Lin Feng didn’t demand enormous sums of money for his help.

"He could make a fortune from his abilities, yet he barely seems interested in money."

"That’s what makes him different."

"I heard he even helped ordinary people who couldn’t afford proper treatment."

"Then Medicine King Lin Feng really is a saint."

Another person nodded solemnly.

"In this troubled age, someone like him is rare."

The praise continued to spread. Of course, Lin Feng himself paid little attention to the rumors.

He wasn’t trying to become a saint. He wasn’t trying to become famous.

He simply helped when he felt like helping.

If someone happened to benefit from his actions, that was good.

If someone didn’t, that was simply fate.

Yet ironically, his refusal to chase fame only made his reputation grow even larger.

The more indifferent he appeared toward wealth and status, the more people respected him.

The more selectively he helped people, the more valuable his attention became.

And before long, the title Medicine King Lin Feng had become known throughout the continent.

Lin Feng, however, continued living as he always had.

***

Saturday arrived, and the normally peaceful courtyard belonging to Lin Feng within the Spirit Spring Academy was surrounded by people.

The crowd was enormous.

The line stretched far beyond the courtyard gates and continued through the academy grounds.

By the time the morning sun rose fully into the sky, the queue had already extended all the way toward the academy’s main entrance.

Yet, despite the enormous number of people waiting, the atmosphere remained surprisingly orderly.

"Hey! Maintain the line!"

"Don’t even think about cutting!"

"If you cut the line, you’ll be punished by the mighty Four Supreme Beings guarding Medicine King’s courtyard!"

"Keep your voice down!"

"Are you trying to summon them?!"

The moment the Four Supreme Beings were mentioned, several people instinctively lowered their voices.

Everyone knew about the four mysterious guardians protecting Lin Feng.

They were practically legendary figures in their own right.

Nobody wanted to discover what would happen if they offended them.

More importantly, nobody wanted to offend Lin Feng.

The Medicine King was already mysterious enough.

His medical abilities were extraordinary, and his cultivation was rumored to be equally terrifying.

Stories about him had spread throughout the surrounding regions, with every new rumor making him seem even more unfathomable.

As a result, most people waiting in line behaved with extraordinary respect.

Even powerful cultivators who normally looked down on ordinary people were careful not to cause trouble here.

After all, everyone knew one simple rule.

Don’t cause trouble at Medicine King’s courtyard.

The line itself was astonishing. Some people had arrived that very morning.

Others had been waiting for days.

And there were even people who had joined the queue months ago, patiently waiting for their opportunity to see Lin Feng.

The desperation of some of them was obvious.

An elderly man stood near the front of the line, leaning heavily on a walking stick.

His face was pale, but his eyes remained filled with hope.

Nearby, a young woman carefully held the hand of a sick family member.

Another group had traveled from a distant city after hearing rumors that Medicine King Lin Feng could treat an illness that their own physicians had declared hopeless.

For many of these people, this wasn’t simply about meeting a famous cultivator.

It was about hope. For some, Lin Feng represented their final chance.

That’s why nobody complained about waiting.

Even when the line barely moved, people remained patient.

They knew that there were countless others ahead of them.

They also knew that Lin Feng could not possibly see everyone.

Still, they waited.

One elderly cultivator looked toward the courtyard gates and sighed.

"I’ve been waiting for nearly two months."

The person beside him looked surprised.

"Two months?"

The elderly cultivator nodded.

"My grandson has been sick for years. If there’s even a small chance Medicine King Lin Feng can help him, I’ll wait another two months."

The surrounding people fell silent. Nobody mocked him. Nobody complained.

Everyone understood.

At the front of the courtyard, several disciples from the Spirit Spring Academy were helping maintain order.

"Stay calm!"

"Everyone will get their turn if Medicine King decides to see you!"

"Do not fight!"

"Anyone causing trouble will be removed from the queue!"

Their voices echoed through the enormous crowd.

Despite the size of the gathering, the rules were surprisingly effective.

Everyone understood that this was a place where patience mattered.

After all, the person they were waiting to see wasn’t an ordinary physician.

He was Medicine King Lin Feng.

And simply obtaining an opportunity to stand before him was already considered an incredible stroke of luck.

For now, everyone could do nothing but wait. Some prayed. Some meditated.

Some quietly discussed Lin Feng’s legendary medical accomplishments.

Others simply stared toward the courtyard gates with hope in their eyes.

Inside the courtyard, meanwhile, Lin Feng remained completely unaware of just how enormous the crowd outside had become.

To him, it was simply another Saturday.

To the countless people waiting outside, it was potentially the most important day of their lives.

Everything had been calm and orderly.

People were waiting patiently in line, quietly discussing Medicine King Lin Feng and wondering whether they would be fortunate enough to meet him.

Then, without warning, the atmosphere changed.

The temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

The spiritual energy in the surroundings suddenly became chaotic, and an oppressive aura spread through the academy gates.

"What?!"

Someone instinctively looked toward the entrance.

A second later, the change became unmistakable.

BOOM!

A terrifying wave of death qi erupted from outside the gates.

It was so dense and sinister that the very environment seemed unable to withstand its presence.