No Distinction Between Good and Evil

At this moment, in the eyes of the three, Yang Fan seemed like a living Bodhisattva, someone who could save all beings, commanding respect without even trying.

"Physician Yang, since you are determined to heal me, I cannot refuse... But if you feel faint at any point, please, do not push yourself," Nan Gongyu said, his voice laced with concern.

Yang Huixin, equally worried, added, "Big Brother, heed Master Nan Gong's advice. Don't overexert yourself."

"You needn't worry about that." Yang Fan smiled confidently. He thought to himself, *My greatest strength is my recovery ability. Healing one great master? That's nothing. I could heal ten martial saints with ease.*

Nan Gongyu, though his tendons were severed and one leg broken, still retained his inner strength and vitality. If Yang Fan had assessed correctly, this man was an innate martial artist, a warrior of the mundane world whose power was comparable to a cultivator at the Spirit-Concentrating stage in the immortal realm.

The stronger the patient, the more Yang Fan's own cultivation would rise through the healing process. From his mother, to the gray dog, to Iron Ox, and now to the innate martial artist before him, Yang Fan had confirmed one truth: if the patient's strength was below his own, the effect was minimal. If they were his equal, the results were moderate. But if their power surpassed his, the benefits were truly remarkable.

Moments ago, using the *Jade Bone Technique*, Yang Fan had mended Nan Gongyu's broken leg, and in doing so, his own strength had surged, propelling him directly into the Qi Refinement stage.

Such speed of advancement—what could possibly compare? Of course, he couldn't deny that this had much to do with the strength of his soul. Under normal circumstances, Yang Fan would have needed at least a year of diligent cultivation, slowly accumulating spiritual energy before he could break through from merely sensing Qi to reaching the Qi Refinement stage. But here he had achieved that leap in the span of moments.

There was no way Yang Fan would let an opportunity like Nan Gongyu—the living embodiment of a divine elixir—slip by.

However, to Nan Gongyu and the others, this drive of Yang Fan's appeared as nothing less than the pinnacle of selfless devotion.

"Please, Master Healer, take a seat…" Nan Gongyu hurriedly offered him a chair while positioning himself nearby, awkwardly lifting his severed arm forward to make it easier for Yang Fan to treat.

Without hesitation, Yang Fan placed his hand on Nan Gongyu's arm, channeling the *Jade Bone Technique* once more. Instantly, tendrils of vibrant green life energy formed within him, flowing toward the severed tendons.

At that moment, Yang Fan could vividly perceive the minute details of the severed tendon. The *Jade Bone Technique* awakened the dormant vitality within the injury, stimulating the severed ends to regenerate and grow back together in a particular, guided way.

Were there a cultivator with powerful spiritual sense present, they would surely have witnessed the tendons visibly reconnecting, writhing like tiny eels as they knitted together.

A few moments later, the severed tendons were fully joined.

Yang Fan's hand emitted a faint, verdant glow before he opened his eyes and exhaled softly. The *Jade Bone Technique* possessed miraculous abilities to reconnect bones and tendons, making it the second healing technique Yang Fan had learned thus far.

Still, this technique was somewhat cumbersome and required significant mental energy.

"How do you feel, Master Healer?" Nan Gongyu asked anxiously. He felt life flowing back into his arm but dared not move without the healer's permission.

"You may try moving it," Yang Fan replied before closing his eyes to meditate.

Within him, the green mist of life energy had grown stronger, now able to spread throughout his entire body at his mere thought. Unknowingly, Yang Fan had entered a unique state, one in which he seemed to merge seamlessly with his surroundings.

At this moment, everything within fifty meters of him was perceptible to his senses. He could even detect the flow of life around him.

The people in the courtyard reacted most strongly. Nan Gongyu radiated the most vitality, followed by Iron Ox, with Yang Huixin being the weakest. Yang Fan, though, did not include himself in the comparison, knowing that his life force was no weaker than Nan Gongyu's.

Moreover, beyond these individuals, Yang Fan could faintly sense other, smaller lifeforms in his surroundings. Eventually, he even extended his awareness into the earth beneath him, where he perceived countless tiny creatures.

However, the earth, being part of the material realm, imposed certain limits on his senses.

*To be able to perceive the fundamental nature of the world in such a way, even without having developed true spiritual awareness, is remarkable,* Yang Fan thought, elated. This newfound ability would undoubtedly enhance both his combat prowess and survival skills.

Yet, as expected, the effects of his second treatment on Nan Gongyu were significantly less than the first. Now that Yang Fan had entered the Qi Refinement stage, progress would be much slower. This stage required the constant refining and accumulation of spiritual energy—there were no shortcuts.

"Though the results aren't as dramatic as last time, it's still worth at least a month's worth of cultivation," Yang Fan mused, content. This method of advancing his cultivation was nothing short of miraculous.

It was only natural for the results of each treatment to diminish over time. After all, effort must equate to reward. However, the same level of effort no longer brought Yang Fan the same exponential leaps in power. Now that he had entered the Qi Refinement stage, each advancement would demand increasingly arduous cultivation.

Ultimately, the stronger the patient, the more effective the results.

While Yang Fan meditated and refined the life energy within him, Nan Gongyu, having adjusted to his restored arm, dared not disturb him. After a long while, Yang Fan finally opened his eyes and exhaled deeply, as if he had just expended immense effort.

"Master Healer, allow me to bow to you once again," Nan Gongyu said, preparing to kneel in gratitude.

Yang Fan swiftly held him up, his expression darkening slightly as he said sternly, "I heal because it is my duty as a physician. I do not concern myself with whether a person is good or evil, nor do I seek wealth or worship from my patients."

Of course, there was one crucial thing he left unsaid: *As long as it advances my cultivation, that's all that matters...*

Nan Gongyu and Iron Ox, unaware of Yang Fan's true motivations, were overwhelmed with emotion, feeling deeply moved once again.

"Master Healer, a man as noble as you must take care in the world. There are many who repay kindness with enmity. Healing someone might bring disaster upon you instead..." Nan Gongyu couldn't help but warn.

Iron Ox nodded fervently, "Brother Fan, you mustn't be too merciful. Some evil people simply don't deserve to be saved."

Yang Fan inwardly chuckled at their remarks, amused that they mistook him for some naïve and inexperienced man. After spending over a decade in the brutal world of cultivation, how could he not understand such basic principles?

"If I am to heal, I do so without regard for good or evil. All people are deserving of life. Should I encounter those who repay kindness with malice, I will not only heal their bodies but their hearts as well, saving them from their wayward paths," Yang Fan said with a serene smile, though a glint of something inscrutable flickered in his eyes.

In truth, he rather looked forward to encountering such ungrateful souls—he wouldn't mind giving them a few extra "treatments."

At the sight of Yang Fan's radiant smile, a chill ran down the spines of everyone present.

*Perhaps this Physician Yang is not as simple as he appears... After all, he walks the path of immortals. Yet his selflessness and dedication as a healer are truly admirable!* Nan Gongyu thought.

Just then, a voice called from outside, "Fan'er, we have guests—someone from Yang Family Fortress, here to see you."

"Yang Family Fortress?"

Yang Fan's heart tightened. He stood motionless for a moment, using the *Withered Wood Skill* to conceal his cultivation to the utmost.

Who could it be from Yang Family Fortress that would come to seek him?

"Someone from Yang Family Fortress? Could they be an immortal master?" Nan Gongyu and the others were all astonished.