After Xiaoxiao left, the atmosphere in the room could be described as overcast, with the entire Medicine King Valley unable to diagnose the illness, a situation unprecedented.
The rigid fourth master could not accept this outcome at all, furrowing his brow and shouting, "What's the matter with you all? Can't you even tell if it's poison?"
"..." The disciples could only listen to their master's scolding, not daring to speak up, acknowledging their own inadequate medical skills, unable to refute.
"What have you been learning all this time? Huh? You've completely embarrassed Medicine King Valley."
Hearing such reprimands, the third master, Xue Shiyi, couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up, "Old Fourth, why are you taking out your anger on the disciples?"
Fourth master: "They can't even tell if it's poison or not, shouldn't they be blamed?"
Third master: "Alright, stop criticizing them. If you ask me, you might not be able to tell either."
Fourth master: "Me? Unable to tell?"
