Urban Super Medical Saint

The cultivation techniques of the two men were inherited from the same lineage, and once Ouyang Murong started circulating his technique, he immediately discovered streams of exceptionally pure True Qi flowing into his meridians.

What was originally a trickle of True Qi swelled with the influx of these pure streams, quickly becoming like a small river.

Moreover, this True Qi carried a strong vitality that, as Ouyang Murong circulated his cultivation technique, continuously nourished the meridians within his body, making them even more resilient and expansive.

The True Qi began from the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian and also ended there, cycling over and over again.

When the True Qi once more passed from the Lung Meridian of Taiyin through the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, and the Stomach Meridian of Foot Yangming to reach the Spleen Meridian of Foot Taiyin, Ouyang Murong felt hesitant.

"What's there to hesitate about? Focus your mind and direct the True Qi into the spleen!" Just as Ouyang Murong felt uncertain, a voice rang in his ear, and at almost the same time, he felt a piece of jade added to his chest.

As soon as the jade touched his chest, he felt his entire head clear significantly, and many distracting thoughts seemed to disappear in an instant.

Ouyang Murong naturally knew that the Sect Leader Uncle was not only helping him heal his injuries but also took the opportunity to assist him in breaking through from Qi Cultivation Third Layer to the Fourth Layer, and his heart was filled with deep gratitude.

Such a forceful transfer of True Qi to assist someone in breaking through their cultivation technique was not only a hazardous act in Qimen but also cost the helper the True Qi that they had painstakingly cultivated.

The loss of True Qi in this instance was different from the consumption during spellcasting; it belonged to one's Original True Qi.

Ordinary spellcasting was like a person exercising, expelling energy, which could be recovered after rest as long as there was no overexertion.

But transferring True Qi to someone else involved Original True Qi, which had been accumulated with great difficulty, somewhat akin to drawing blood, and was very harmful to the body.

Except for one's closest kin, no one would be willing to undertake such a risky and draining act involving their Original True Qi.

"Stop letting your mind wander!" Amidst his emotional turmoil, Ouyang Murong once again heard Ge Dongxu's stern voice by his ear.

Ouyang Murong's heart jolted, suppressing his emotions, he focused on the Spirit Platform, concentrating on circulating his True Qi.

Strand by strand, the True Qi penetrated the spleen, bringing waves of intense pain.

Ouyang Murong's entire body almost went into spasms, but knowing that Sect Leader Uncle was helping him at the expense of his Original True Qi, he clenched his teeth firmly, vigilantly guarded his Spirit Platform, and dared not relax in the slightest.

Gradually, the sharp pain receded, replaced by an indescribable strength and comfort.

An Air Cyclone had formed in the spleen without his knowing, slowly rotating and continuously nourishing the spleen with True Qi.

"Phew!" Seeing Ouyang Murong break through to the Fourth Layer of Qi Cultivation, Ge Dongxu sighed with relief and retracted the Black Jade Heart from around his neck.

Although Ge Dongxu had already broken through to the Ninth Layer of Qi Cultivation, his cultivation far exceeded that of Ouyang Murong, and he had been probing into the profound secret of "spring births, summer grows, autumn harvests, winter conceals" in nature recently. Helping Ouyang Murong break through the Fourth Layer should not be dangerous, but the risk was still slightly present, and the loss of Original True Qi was substantial.

Now that everything had gone smoothly, even though waves of exhaustion hit him and a few more white hairs adorned the left side of his head, seeing Ouyang Murong not only escape danger but also advance his cultivation level, he felt a great relief wash over him, eyes brimming with joy.

As Ge Dongxu's eyes shone with joy, Ouyang Murong opened his eyes.

What met his gaze was not the once vibrant and youthful face, but a pallid and lusterless visage, with strands of stark white amidst the black hair that seemed to have lost much of its former sheen.

At this moment, Ge Dongxu did not appear to Ouyang Murong as the young powerhouse full of vigor and strength he had been, but rather like an old man who had weathered many years of hardship, akin to withered and fading flora in the dead of winter.

Tears immediately surged from the eyes of this ironclad man who had braved countless bullets and bloodshed in the jungles of Northern Myanmar.

"Sect Leader Uncle, your unworthy disciple has caused you such trouble!" Ouyang Murong knelt before Ge Dongxu, repeatedly kowtowing, a face full of self-reproach and tears streaming down his aged face.

"What are you doing? It's not as dramatic as you imagine. My current condition is related to my contemplation of a certain mystery; it's not entirely because of you." Ge Dongxu was slightly stunned to see such a reaction from Ouyang Murong, but quickly understood what was happening and smiled, extending his hand to help him up.

"Please promise me, Sect Leader Uncle, not to do such a thing for me again. My talent is dull, and my achievements in this lifetime are destined to be limited. I do not deserve such profound favor from you!" Ge Dongxu's explanation only made Ouyang Murong's heart surge with more emotion. Kneeling, he scooted back a step, dodging Ge Dongxu's attempt to help him up, and spoke with a solemn expression.

"No matter how dull your talent is, you are still a disciple of the Pill Talisman Sect! I, myself, have the discretion over this matter; it is not for you to decide. You just need to diligently practice cultivation. Do not slack off or give up on your own. Even if you don't become a peerless master in the future, you will not be someone others can bully or shoot at will!" Ge Dongxu said with a deep voice, radiating an aura of dignified might.

"Sect Leader Uncle!" Ouyang Murong, hearing these words, could not help but have his eyes brim with tears again.

"Get up! Go home and take a shower. Next, we need to talk about your injury and settle the score with them properly. No matter who they are, they must pay a heavy price!" Ge Dongxu stepped forward to pull Ouyang Murong up, speaking indifferently.

A fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"Yes!" Ouyang Murong got up, responding respectfully, his eyes reflecting awe and intense pride.

In a foreign land, especially a developed Western country, probably only his Sect Leader Uncle dared to come alone and make such a bold statement to the entire world.

"Let's go out now," Ge Dongxu nodded.

"Yes!" Ouyang Murong once again replied respectfully, and then hastened a few steps ahead to open the door of the intensive care unit.

Seeing the door to the intensive care unit open, even though those outside had anticipated that with a miraculous and fearsome person like Ge Dongxu intervening, Ouyang Murong would surely survive the critical period, that was all they expected.

But the result was that it was Ouyang Murong who opened the door, and his spirits seemed even better than those of a healthy person; everyone's mouth dropped open in shock, their eyes nearly popping out.

This was especially true for Doctor Joseph, who had performed the surgery on Ouyang Murong. Seeing Ouyang Murong open the door and respectfully waiting for Ge Dongxu to come out, he was completely stunned.

Just yesterday, yes, just yesterday, he personally operated on Ouyang Murong. He still vividly remembered just how severe the injuries were when this man was brought in. He also distinctly recalled how many surgeries he performed, how many stitches he sewed on this man.

In Joseph's view, it would have been a miracle for Ouyang Murong to survive the surgery. To have him live through the critical period was a miracle upon a miracle. As for the rest, such as post-operative recovery, Joseph hadn't even considered it yet.

But what about now?

The young Chinese medicine practitioner from Huaxia Country had only been inside for how long, half an hour? Or forty minutes? And now, the man who had almost been pronounced dead before surgery, who was still deemed by him unlikely to survive the critical period after surgery, was actually out of bed and opening the door, looking healthier than a healthy person.

If this had not been seen with his own eyes, Joseph would have doubted he was dreaming!

"Ouyang, Mr. Ouyang, are you really completely fine? May, may I touch you?" After a while, Joseph suddenly came to his senses, running up like he had discovered a whole new continent, with a face of disbelief, stretching out his hand to Ouyang Murong. He was eager to personally feel the bullet wounds and the incisions he had made.