Qingshan listened to the sirens approaching from afar, feeling anxious. Luo Wenyuan was a Chinese Qilin. If he clashed with the American police, or injured anyone, it would be tantamount to China unilaterally provoking a dispute, and the United States would have the right to send psychics to fight back or to launch a supernatural war against China. However, if Luo Wenyuan didn't resist, once the police arrived, both she and Luo Wenyuan would be handcuffed and taken back to the police station for investigation. Time was running out for her.
Qingshan gritted his teeth and took out a red fruit the size of a hairy cherry from the space. He peeled off the red flesh in a few strokes, revealing the white seeds inside that were shaped like almonds and as shiny as jade. This was the ginseng seed that Xiao Renshen gave her to save her life.
Qingshan sighed. Ever since she got this ginseng seed, she has been hesitant and undecided whether she should plant it in the space and wait to cultivate a small ginseng spirit, or keep it for emergency use for herself or her family in the future.
Now, she doesn't have to worry about it anymore. Fate has made the decision for her. She should use it to save someone, a homeless man she doesn't even know. Although saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, Qingshan still feels her heart bleeding.
Qingshan manipulated three willow-leaf throwing knives, crushing the ginseng seeds into fine powder like the rotating blades of a powder grinder. Before the powder could scatter, she quickly formed a spiritual pond water ball and dissolved the ginseng seed powder into it, making a powder injection. Then, Qingshan found an oversized syringe, filled it with liquid, and slowly injected it into the homeless man's shrunken blood vessels.
After all the medicine was injected into the homeless man's body, Qingshan still felt that the amount of liquid was not enough, so he added two more syringes of Lingtan water. Then he packed up his things and quietly observed the homeless man's reaction.
Ever since Tuanzi opened up the level permissions of the space, the spiritual power contained in the spiritual pond water is several times more than before. Although the spiritual power is good, it also depends on whether a person's physique can withstand it.
It is like people can drink glucose with a concentration of more than 50%, but if it is injected intravenously, the concentration cannot exceed 10%, otherwise it will cause irreversible damage to the blood vessels.
By the same token, there is no danger in drinking the water from the spiritual pond, because the excess spiritual energy will be excreted from the body through the digestive tract, but if it is injected into the blood vessels, it is likely to cause the mortal to explode and die.
Qingshan didn't dare take any risks, so she could only think of a way to add an extra layer of insurance within the homeless man's body. She remembered Little Ginseng's words: its ginseng seeds could bolster yang and restore life, no matter how severe the injury, simply taking them could save a life. Since ginseng seeds possessed such miraculous effects, regardless of the patient's physical condition, mixing them with Lingtan water would both boost yang energy and reduce the impact of spiritual energy on blood vessel walls. This two-pronged approach might increase the chances of survival.
Qingshan wiped the sweat from his head, mobilized his spiritual power with his right hand, and guided the Lingtan water medicine liquid to circulate in the homeless man's body, while his left hand was placed on his heart. When the ginseng medicine liquid circulated a circle and returned to the heart, he suddenly released his spiritual power and hit the heart.
This spiritual power shock wave, like a shot of cardiac stimulant, caused the homeless man's heart to begin to contract and beat, transporting blood mixed with spiritual pond water to all parts of his body. His chest also began to rise and fall regularly, and he was alive!
The ginseng seeds were not wasted after all. Qingshan felt relieved and his vision went dark. He collapsed on the beach, gasping for breath.
While it sounds simple, mobilizing vast amounts of spiritual energy while simultaneously multitasking, with each hand performing its own function to repair damaged tissue without the slightest error, demands a tremendous amount of mental and physical strength. Even with Qingshan's exceptional medical skills and mastery of spiritual energy, completing all of this still sapped a tremendous amount of his mental and physical energy.
Qingshan heard the footsteps of approaching police officers, shouts, and the noise of walkie-talkies. The beach was blocked and the tourists evacuated under the command of the police. Now only Luo Wenyuan, Qingshan, Tong Nina, the old black man, and the homeless man were left on the huge beach, surrounded by more than thirty American police officers.
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