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It was now white, and for a moment, I felt White Impermanence standing expressionlessly in front of me with iron chains, the words on his hat likely conveying what he wanted to say to me—"You have come too."
Zhang Fan's ancestral bone-setting technique is no joke; I estimate that among his eighteen generations of ancestors, at least ten must have died from this Bone Setting Technique.
"Cough cough," I struggled to cough twice, each time spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Boss, are you okay?" Zhang Fan still had the nerve to ask me. If you push a little harder, I could become your eleventh ancestor to die from this ancestral Bone Setting Technique.
"So this is your ancestral bone-setting technique?" I said, blood frothing at the corners of my mouth, looking at Zhang Fan with despair.
The pain was only momentary; the blood I coughed up was accumulated from falling from a height earlier. So while it looked bad, it was actually within my tolerance.
"Yes, this Bone Setting Technique has one drawback: it has a failure rate. If you're lucky, you can set the bones back in place in one go," Zhang Fan said matter-of-factly. "The more convenient and effective the treatment method, the greater the risk."
"And if luck runs out?" I asked darkly.
"The bones will just break into several pieces."
"Are you kidding me?" I said in frustration and disbelief.
"Yes, doctor, it's right here." At that moment, Xia Liyi brought the doctor over.
Had I known the doctor would arrive so quickly, I wouldn't have let Zhang Fan take action. This wasn't bone-setting; it was execution.
"Zhang Lei, step aside and let the doctor take a look," Xia Liyi pushed Zhang Fan away.
Compared to Zhang Fan, I trusted the doctor more; at least the doctor wouldn't be so rough.
The doctor appeared to be quite young but seemed experienced. He smiled at me and first asked if there were any areas where I felt discomfort. After confirming that there were no further issues with my body, he began to examine the position and condition of my bones on my chest.
The doctor was really experienced, smiling at me while examining my chest with his hands. However, the smile on his face suddenly turned into surprise as he kept looking at the X-ray hanging on the wall. He then probed my ribs again and finally looked at me in disbelief.
"What happened?"
"What's wrong, doctor?" I asked with a tremble in my voice. Anyone would feel nervous being looked at like that by a doctor, right?
"Strange, very strange!" The doctor shook his head while feeling around my ribs. "Your chart clearly states that your ribs are dislocated backward, but what I feel is that your ribs are dislocated forward?"
What? Dislocated forward? What does that mean? It means Zhang Fan used too much force, which means I'm really quite lucky.
"Zhang!! Fan!" I called out this name with tears in my eyes, filled with indignation and a hint of vengefulness.
"Dislocated forward? Did I use too much force?" Zhang Fan scratched his head and then squeezed in front of the doctor. "Trouble, move aside, let me give it a try."
I couldn't believe the doctor actually stepped aside.
"Hey, I'm really sorry, boss! I used too much force. I'll help you put it back now."
What? What are you going to do? Put it back? Oh no! Help!
In fact, Zhang Fan didn't even give me a chance to shout for help. He raised one hand high and swung it down with all his might directly onto the spot where my ribs were dislocated outward.
"Poof~~!!!" This time my blood was quite spectacular; not only did I splatter Zhang Fan all over, but I also stained half of the X-ray red.
Zhang Fan wiped the blood off his face and then pulled the doctor over. "Now you take a look; it should be fixed."
The doctor touched me and said, "Ah, it's really aligned. Brother, you have great skills."
In response to the doctor, I coughed up more blood.
Regardless of the process, my bones were finally set. I quickly wrapped my entire ribcage with my magical energy; it could no longer withstand any force.
The ribs were aligned, but I still couldn't get up and walk immediately. I called Zhang Fan to help me find a wheelchair.
Zhang Fan was quick and soon pushed a brand new wheelchair over.
"Where did you get this so fast?"
"I just bought it downstairs at a discount. Look, it can even recline!" Zhang Fan was eager to demonstrate how the wheelchair worked.
"Are you going to sit in it later?" I interrupted Zhang Fan, thinking he was being overly talkative. Why would he buy one when I wouldn't need it for long?
"What are you two planning to do?" Xia Liyi looked at me and Zhang Fan in confusion.
"Saving lives!" I waved my hand dramatically.
"With your condition, are you really capable? Can you even stand up and take a few steps? Come on, walk a couple of steps," Xia Liyi looked at me disdainfully. "You should just behave and lie down."
"Annoying. It's time to test your strength," I said to Zhang Fan: "First, you can't go berserk. Second, be as fast as possible because we're going to break into the intensive care unit to bring back the lives of two Brothers. Third, don't hurt me, got it?"
The most important part was the third one; I couldn't take any more hits. Right now, I was just holding on. If it weren't for my magical energy supporting me, I'd definitely have a spot in that intensive care unit.
Zhang Fan nodded as if he understood and then pushed me into the elevator. The intensive care unit wasn't here, so we had to take the elevator down.
"Five, four, three, two, one!" As the elevator doors opened, a gust of wind swept beneath Zhang Fan's feet. I also quietly activated Wind Walk, lightening myself to help Zhang Fan move faster.
The intensive care unit had a thick layer of glass and did not allow easy access. Given my current appearance, it would be impossible for me to treat anyone. Therefore, Zhang Fan and I had to finish our task before the hospital could react.
Zhang Fan was not particularly fast compared to me, as my strength lay in speed. However, compared to an average person, Zhang Fan was remarkably quick—definitely someone who could win awards in competitions.
We maneuvered around the nurses, who did not notice us. The plan was going smoothly. After passing a few patient rooms, Zhang Fan pushed me directly to the entrance of the intensive care unit.
"Don't come in; I can handle it alone. Just keep watch outside," I said as I wheeled myself inside.
The intensive care unit had only two beds, one for each of the two individuals who had been poisoned. Their faces were pale, with dark patches indicating the poison had already affected them—this was serious! I reached out and grasped one of their hands, placing two fingers on their pulse.
The pulse was extremely weak; I knew this was a sign of imminent collapse. Without hesitation, I focused my thoughts and let my energy flow into their pulse. My energy slowly advanced along the pulse; the blood had begun to slightly coagulate, making it difficult for my energy to progress. Finally, my energy entered the Lungs, which were already turning black and beginning to decay internally.
"Zhang Fan!" I shouted towards the door.
"What’s wrong?" Zhang Fan rushed in.
"Get me a metal sputum cup or a basin—something thick," I instructed seriously.
"Got it." Zhang Fan, now serious, quickly fetched a metal basin.
I placed one hand on Brother's chest and wrapped my energy around the already blackened Lungs. Taking a deep breath, I prepared to act.
There are only a few methods for detoxification: one is using medication to neutralize the poison. This is the safest method and is commonly used when the poisoning is not severe. Another method involves removing both the poison and the affected area—like if someone is bitten by a snake on their finger; if they sever the finger before the poison spreads, it cannot spread further. This is also a method of detoxification but is quite extreme and generally not recommended. The last resort is using poison against poison! Everything has its balance; even poison is no exception. This method is frequently used in traditional Chinese medicine but should only be employed when there are no other options available—otherwise, it's just gambling with one's life!
I certainly wouldn't resort to using poison to counteract poison, but right now there are no suitable medicines to neutralize the toxicity, so the only method I can use is the process of elimination.
I enveloped the Lungs with my magical energy, first clearing away the toxins on the surface. I wrapped the toxins on the surface of the Lungs with my magic and then suddenly withdrew my energy.
"Ugh," I silently gasped, reminding myself that I was still an injured person. The strain on my chest wound made me involuntarily take a sharp breath.
Gritting my teeth, I directed my magical energy into the iron basin prepared by Zhang Fan, which already contained half a basin of water. Since the magic wrapped around the toxins could no longer be used, I simply placed it all into the basin.
After repeating this action two or three times, the toxins on the surface of the Lungs were completely cleared away. The next step was crucial; I needed to remove the already rotten Lungs. This was not as simple as dealing with surface toxins; although they had decayed, they were still part of a human organ—how could it be that easy?
I shrugged and wiped the sweat off my face; this was no simple task—it required both effort and concentration.
I shaped my magical energy into a knife and gently scraped away the decayed flesh of the Lungs.
"Ugh," Brother, lying on the bed, felt excruciating pain and stiffened up, beads of sweat falling onto the pillow.
This wouldn't do; at this rate, he would suffer to death from pain before the poison could even take effect.
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