However, even the deepest hatred can be settled after going through this ordeal.
I was dizzy and my mind was completely blurred. I don't know how much time had passed, but just when I felt I was about to collapse, Dr. Sun finally stopped and quickly pulled out the silver needles one by one.
As the last silver needle left my body, the burning pain receded like a tide, replaced by a feeling of comfort.
It felt like I had just taken a hot sauna.
I lay paralyzed on the hospital bed, too weak to even lift a finger.
However, the cold, numb sensation that had been lingering on my back and even throughout my body disappeared.
Master Zhang Qingxiao is a Taoist master who also knows some basic medical skills, but everyone has their own area of expertise!
In terms of treatment, Dr. Sun is still the most authoritative. Although the treatment process is extremely painful, the results are indeed remarkable.
"They screamed like pig butchers. How could they be so brave when they were skinning the pig?"
Master Zhang Qingxiao glared at me.
I gave a wry smile. Just now, I felt like I had walked through the eighteenth level of hell.
"Thank you, Dr. Sun. I will never do such a reckless thing again." My voice was terribly hoarse; the painful screams I had just made had left me almost completely exhausted.
Dr. Sun stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction after hearing what I said, as if he had achieved his goal.
"Alright, move aside and bring that person over so I can take a look at him."
"Doctor Sun spoke up."
"Dr. Sun, why don't you rest for a while? After all, you've used up a lot of energy."
It was Luo Tianhe who spoke. Although he was the most concerned about Lao Dao among everyone present, he also clearly noticed that Doctor Sun's condition was not very good.
After all, that last bit of effort wasn't exactly effortless.
"No need. Although I am old, I can still treat two people without needing a break."
Dr. Sun waved his hand, and Luo Tianhe quickly complied. Old Dao was laid flat on the hospital bed, and a corner of the blanket was lifted to reveal the dense lividity and localized ulcers on his neck and arms.
"Good heavens, you guys dug a dead man out of a grave."
Dr. Sun sighed.
However, he wasn't wrong; Lao Dao could indeed be said to have been dug out of a grave.
After all, in order to help him suppress the corpse energy on his body, I chose to fight poison with poison and buried him in the grave.
Seeing our expressions, Dr. Sun was even more surprised. "No, you really dug this out of the grave?!"
Feeling somewhat powerless, I gestured for Li Huai to explain the whole story to him.
Li Huai nodded and stepped forward, beginning to describe the ins and outs of the matter to him.
After listening to Li Huai's explanation, Dr. Sun finally understood.
He extended three thin, bony fingers and placed them on Old Knife's wrist, showing no disgust at the rotting flesh on his body.
Upon seeing this, Luo Tianhe immediately showed gratitude.
After taking her pulse, Dr. Sun examined Grandma's eyelids, looked at her tongue, and even gently pressed on the areas with lividity where pus had flowed.
After a long pause, he withdrew his hand, his expression somewhat grave.
"The three souls are unstable, the seven spirits are damaged, the vitality is severely corroded by the Yin Death Qi, and the body surface is no different from a corpse that has been left out for half a month in the hottest days of summer."
After hearing his description, my lips twitched.
If I had heard someone describe a person in this way before I met Dr. Sun, I would have definitely thought that the person was beyond saving.
But now, I looked at Dr. Sun with some anticipation, only to see him continue speaking:
"The fact that he has been able to hold on until now must mean that a master used skillful methods to forcibly seal his heart meridian and main acupoints, and to draw out most of the yin energy and corpse energy that entered him."
Doctor Sun is indeed insightful; that must be the work of Taoist Master Zhang Qingxiao.
After a pause, Doctor Sun continued:
"But the lingering death energy still lingers deep within his body, and the damaging medicine cannot neutralize it. Over time, his life force will be completely extinguished, and he will become a true zombie."
"Dr. Sun, you must have a way, right?"
Luo Tianhe stepped forward and said expectantly.
Dr. Sun didn't answer directly, but instead glared at the idle Li Huai.
"Go to the third shelf in the backyard, the second earthenware pot from the left, take three ounces of Yanghe grass roots, they must be over three years old. Also, on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet, in the drawer labeled Chiyang powder, take another qian, be careful not to get it on yourself. Finally, boil a large pot of water for later use."
Luo Tianhe and I looked at each other in disbelief. Were they going to put Lao Dao in boiling water?
That would be too extreme.
Li Huai knew this concerned Lao Dao's life or death, so he quickly found the items.
"Stop dawdling. Go and crush these roots of Yanghe grass to extract the juice. Divide the Chiyang powder into three portions, mixing three drops of the grass juice into each portion every fifteen minutes, and then force-feed it to him."
Li Huai was already moving very quickly, but Doctor Sun was still fuming and glaring at him, giving orders.
Li Huai clearly knew what kind of temper his master had, so he quickly agreed and went to the side to tinker.
After giving these instructions, Doctor Sun finally caught his breath, pulled over a chair, sat down, and took a sip from the rough earthenware teacup beside him.
"You're all young and hot-blooded, daring to provoke anything."
Dr. Sun seemed somewhat emotional.
Seeing that Lao Dao was saved, Luo Tianhe relaxed considerably and chuckled:
"What kind of young person isn't ambitious?"
"Haha, well said. It's a pity you don't have any problems, otherwise I would give you a proper treatment and see if you'd still be so hot-tempered then."
Dr. Sun laughed heartily, but Luo Tianhe couldn't help but shrink back, shivering as he recalled his miserable experience.
At this moment, Li Huai had already given the old Taoist priest the first dose of medicine as instructed.
Old Dao's body began to tremble slightly, and he made unconscious hoarse sounds in his throat. His facial features contorted in pain.
"Normal reaction." Dr. Sun didn't even lift his eyelids.
"The Yanghe Grass protects his heart and life force, while the Chiyang Powder forcibly dispels the Yin and death energy within his body. The two clash, similar to scraping the bone to remove poison. Moreover, his soul is damaged, so he can't feel much pain, but some instinctive reactions are inevitable. After administering the medicine a few more times, the Yin and death energy will be forced to the surface of his body, and then..."
At this point, Dr. Sun turned to look at me:
"You're a cobbler; you should be better at dealing with the surface decay of corpses than I am."
My lips twitched. Sometimes the deceased do have surface decomposition, and I'm quite good at dealing with that.
But that's a corpse! Old Dao is still breathing!
I understand what he means; he wants to treat Lao Dao like a corpse.
"Remember, you must be quick and thorough! When his own yang energy is stimulated to its peak by the medicine and the death energy is temporarily forced out of his body, completely eliminate any future problems!"
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