OBS Chapter 405
Chapter 405
After this incident, Lin Yu's reputation soared, spreading far and wide. However, he did not become arrogant or complacent. Instead, he meticulously recorded his experience, hoping that future generations of doctors could draw strength from it, just as he had been inspired by Su Jin. He knew that his medical journey was still long, and he wanted to become a guide like Su Jin, constantly pushing the boundaries of medicine and passing on this precious spirit of exploration from generation to generation.
The night was as black as ink, thick and impenetrable. In the utter silence, only the wind howled through the darkness. Ye Jiuchen was in a secluded, dilapidated temple, surrounded by crisscrossing spiderwebs that cast shadowy figures in the dim candlelight, resembling menacing monsters. Upon hearing Dongfang Wan'er mention Ye Jingchu, he sneered, a laugh as sharp as ice, chilling to the bone. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, as if capable of piercing the night. "So what if Ye Jingchu is alive? I will no longer fear him." His words, like a heavy hammer blow, echoed in the small space.
Dongfang Wan'er stood to the side, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with worry. Her gaze was fixed on Ye Jiuchen, her voice trembling slightly, "But we are outnumbered and outmatched now, what should we do?" Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, her slender fingers turning white from the force. In the cold night, her body trembled slightly, whether from the cold or from the fear and unease in her heart, she didn't know.
Ye Jiuchen slowly raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, as if soothing a frightened fawn. "Wan'er, don't be afraid. I have my own plans." His voice was deep and steady, trying to give her enough sense of security, but his slightly furrowed brows still betrayed a hint of worry in his heart.
Meanwhile, in the magnificent royal palace, Ye Jingchu reclined languidly on a luxurious couch, toying with a jade pendant in his hand. When he learned that Ye Jiuchen was still alive and wanted, a barely concealed gleam of joy flashed across his face, like a cunning fox that had caught the scent of its prey. He secretly calculated that this was a golden opportunity to reclaim the position of Crown Prince.
He quickly rose and paced back and forth in the spacious room, his eyes revealing a resolute determination to succeed. Then, he began contacting his former subordinates, speaking earnestly and promising numerous benefits at each secret meeting, stirring up their ambition and desires. His plan was quietly unfolding in the shadows; a vast net targeting Ye Jiuchen was slowly being drawn.
On the other side, Ye Jiuchen knew his current predicament was dire, and restoring his power was his top priority to turn the tide. Therefore, he contacted several renowned physicians in the martial arts world through various clandestine channels. These physicians possessed unique skills: some were adept at using silver needles to revive the dead, some were experts in herbal remedies capable of curing all poisons, and others had an encyclopedic understanding of the human body's meridians.
Ye Jiuchen invited them to come, citing the need to recover his strength. These renowned physicians, upon receiving the news, were filled with curiosity. Having practiced medicine in the martial world for many years and witnessed countless difficult and complicated cases, they had never heard of any strange illness afflicting Ye Jiuchen. Filled with this curiosity and doubt, they all embarked on their journey to Ye Jiuchen's secret hideout.
When these renowned healers gathered, a unique atmosphere filled the dilapidated room. Ye Jiuchen slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over each of their faces. Then, he straightened his back and loudly announced his identity. Everyone was startled and exchanged bewildered glances.
Ye Jiuchen paused slightly, then offered a generous reward, sincerely requesting their help in fighting against Ye Jingchu and the emperor's pursuers. His words contained both honesty about their own situation and anticipation for the future. The divine healers exchanged glances, each weighing the pros and cons in their minds. Ye Jiuchen's offer was extremely tempting; the generous reward would ensure their livelihood for the rest of their lives, and if they successfully helped, they would surely rise to prominence, gaining a higher status and reputation in the martial arts world. After much deliberation, they finally nodded, deciding to stand on Ye Jiuchen's side. A thrilling contest was about to begin.
In the dimly lit and quiet room, the atmosphere was as heavy as the calm before a storm. Several renowned physicians had gathered there, their gazes fixed on Ye Jiuchen, as a diagnosis that would determine their fate was about to unfold.
A renowned healer, dressed in a dark gray robe and sporting a white beard, skilled in acupuncture, stepped forward first. His eyes shone with professionalism and focus as he carefully removed fine, hair-like silver needles from his exquisitely crafted needle pouch. These needles gleamed with a cold, icy light in the dim light, as if imbued with some mysterious power.
The divine physician slowly approached Ye Jiuchen, muttering incantations as if reciting ancient medical formulas. His fingers were steady and precise, like an experienced musician gently strumming the strings of a zither, accurately inserting silver needles one by one into the acupoints all over Ye Jiuchen's body. With each needle insertion, he would pause slightly, feeling the subtle feedback from his fingertips, his eyes filled with focus and inquiry.
A moment later, the divine physician withdrew his hand, his brows gradually furrowing into a deep frown. He slowly shook his head, a look of confusion on his face, his tone tinged with helplessness, "Strange indeed, when I used silver needles to examine the meridians and blood flow throughout your body, I found nothing amiss." These words, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirred ripples in everyone's hearts.
Immediately afterwards, a renowned physician dressed in dark blue robes, with a refined demeanor and extensive knowledge of herbs, stepped forward. He rummaged through the medicine basket behind him and found several rare medicinal herbs. These herbs emitted a unique fragrance, some with vibrant green leaves, and others with unusual root and stem textures—all rare treasures in the world.
The skilled physician deftly placed the herbs into the pot, added water, and started a fire, his movements fluid and graceful. Soon, the aroma of the medicinal soup filled the air, yet within that rich fragrance seemed tinged with a sense of unease. Once the soup was ready, he picked up a bowl, gently blew on it to cool it, and then handed it to Ye Jiuchen. Ye Jiuchen tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. Everyone held their breath, anticipating a miracle.
However, as time ticked by, Ye Jiuchen's complexion showed no improvement whatsoever. His breath remained weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Seeing this, the assembled physicians gathered together, discussing countermeasures. They sometimes frowned in deep thought, sometimes argued fiercely, but they couldn't come up with an effective solution, and each of their faces was filled with worry.
Dongfang Wan'er paced anxiously back and forth, her hands unconsciously clasped together, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she remained oblivious. Her eyes were filled with anxiety and worry, glancing frequently at Ye Jiuchen, then at the assembled physicians discussing the matter. Suddenly, a name flashed through her mind—Lin Yu.