Master Ma seemed to have sensed the tension between the two. Instead of showing concern, he even subtly beamed with satisfaction. "Though young, Fr. Han's medical skill is truly extraordinary—I'm certain Elder Li will surely be revived." He suddenly praised Han Li's medical expertise. "Really? So young, yet possessing such remarkable skill! I'm not entirely convinced. Could it possibly surpass even Doctor Mo's?" Elder Li, known for his fiery temperament, had been easily influenced by this remark and, without hesitation, voiced his skepticism right in front of Han Li. With these words, the relatives on the side found themselves at a loss. To agree would be to undermine their own hopes in this young physician who was expected to save Elder Li. Yet, to openly challenge the elder—whose friendship with Elder Li was well-established and who was, after all, a respected elder himself—seemed equally inappropriate. "Ah, well!" Zhao Elder had no idea—Han Xiao Da Shi is actually the most promising disciple of Mo Doctor, whose medical skills have surpassed even Mo Doctor himself. Ma Master was delighted and added fuel to the fire. "A young lad barely in his twenties, learning medicine from birth—how could his skills possibly be that high? I still don’t believe it, unless I see it with my own eyes." Zhao Elder shook his head vigorously, like a fan, still unaware that he had fallen into the trap laid by the other party and offended someone he shouldn’t have. Clearly, he was a bold and impetuous man, though it remained to be seen how such a person managed to hold such a senior position without falling. Han Li, standing by, could hardly help rolling his eyes. How could my medical skills be any good, when you’re supposed to prove it? He knew this was a deliberate question set by Ma Master to draw out Zhao Elder’s words, yet still felt a bit frustrated. It was obvious that Zhao Elder and Ma Master belonged to different factions, with a certain degree of mutual hostility. "Zhao Elder’s Huanyuan Hand technique is truly refined and powerful, with boundless force!" Master Ma saw the slight displeasure on Han Li's face and felt even more pleased. Suddenly, he changed his tone, saying an oddly phrased remark that seemed to carry a specific meaning. "Hmph! Where is the pure essence of Master Ma's Yin-Pointer?" Elder Zhao, seemingly indifferent to the other's status as gate master, responded with an uncompromising expression. "Ah! Elder Zhao, you're mistaken!" Master Ma clearly belonged to the type who smiled while hiding sharpness. He didn't mind the subtle criticism embedded in Elder Zhao's words and calmly accepted the polite flattery. Elder Zhao had faced this kind of situation many times before. He found himself at a loss and decided not to further engage with such a tenacious opponent. He simply remained silent, though he still found it somewhat puzzling that Master Ma had suddenly addressed him so directly at this moment. Though Master Ma is not from the same faction as him, his proactive revelation of upper-level tensions before so many junior disciples is unprecedented—there must be some undercurrent of strategy at work. Hearing the sharp exchanges between the two, Han Li remained composed, appearing entirely unaware. Yet in reality, he was well aware that Master Ma was once again stirring up discord between himself and the other senior figures. Since their first meeting, Master Ma has repeatedly subtly approached Han Li, seeking to bring the renowned physician—known for his exceptional medical skills—into his own faction, thus expanding his influence. Yet Han Li has never considered participating in the power struggles within the Qi-Xuan Sect. It is not that he deliberately maintains an aloof demeanor, but rather, after encountering masters such as Mo and Yu Zichong, especially after mastering two spells, his perspective has gradually risen—now he no longer sees much value in the petty power struggles of a mid-tier sect like Qi-Xuan. Even as a man of stature who cannot live without power, he would never have to bow to someone like Ma Menzhong, serving him at will. Though Han Li's current strength is not weak, he does not wish to offend Ma Menzhong, so he has engaged in a prolonged delaying strategy—neither fully agreeing to Ma Menzhong's demands nor completely rejecting him. He simply keeps offering no clear answers. As a result, Ma Menzhong now finds himself deeply troubled. Since Han Li provides no definite response and Ma Menzhong cannot afford to overlook his medical skills, he has been forced to compromise and maintain the status quo, with no clear resolution in sight. Yet, to prevent Han Li from joining other factions, Ma Menzhong actively seeks opportunities to disrupt Han Li's interactions with other senior figures and to create friction among them. Whether these seemingly naive tactics prove effective, Han Li is uncertain. But so far, no senior figure from any other faction has come to bother him—this unexpected advantage has brought Han Li genuine delight. Now, the Master of the Ma family is doing the same thing, and it seems unlikely that he will leave a favorable impression in Zhao Elder's heart. Ma Rong, however, felt a bit uneasy observing this chicken-versus-chicken scene and hurriedly continued his introduction. "This is my wife, Li." He first pointed to a middle-aged woman whose face bore a resemblance to the young girl. "This is...". "This is...". Since the young girl was the youngest, she was placed last, and it turned out that Zhang Xiu'er—her name—was actually the granddaughter of Li Elder, a fact that surprised Han Li unexpectedly. When it came time to introduce Li Feiyu, the other party deliberately pretended not to recognize Han Li, adopting a reserved, aloof demeanor that made Ma Rong, who had been preparing to take the initiative, feel somewhat embarrassed. He quickly whispered an explanation to Han Li: "Li's disciple has always been this way. He's naturally reserved and doesn't particularly target you, Doctor Han. Please don't take it personally." Han Li gave a slight smile, knowing that Li Feiyu didn't want to expose their relationship in front of so many people. "That's quite all right. I won't take issue with certain individuals—let's first check on Li Elder's condition. Saving lives is what matters most." Han Li deliberately slighted Li Feiyu. Upon hearing this, Ma Rong felt reassured and promptly led everyone into the bedroom where the patient was staying. Li Feiyu's lips twitched slightly, as though unconcerned, but when everyone turned their backs, he suddenly gave Han Li a quick, subtle grimace before immediately returning to his composed expression, as if nothing had happened at all. Han Li suppressed his amusement and paid no further attention to him, following Li's lead to the bedside of Li Elder. As soon as he saw the patient's face, the usually courageous Han Li couldn't help but take a deep breath, realizing now why the other physicians had hesitated to prescribe any treatment. The once kind-faced Li Elder was now unconscious. But from face to neck, and from hands to feet, copper-coined-sized toxic spots appeared everywhere—each vivid and brilliantly colored, striking to the eye. What made Han Li particularly concerned was that his lips had turned blue and a dark mist hovered over his face, clear signs of severe poisoning, indicating late-stage symptoms. Saving his life now seemed increasingly difficult.