The soldier was being supported by Xu Ping’an, his back against him, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly, blood still flowing from his entire body.
He struggled to turn his head to look at Xu Ping’an. In his powerless eyes, a few crystal-clear tears slipped down from the corners.
His mouth opened slightly, and his weak voice was barely audible, almost like the buzzing of a mosquito. Yet, all three people present heard it clearly.
Two Martial Cultivators at the Heaven-Man Realm, of course, needed no explanation.
Their cultivation was advanced enough that hearing such a faint sound was not difficult.
As for Xu Ping’an, he was able to hear it because the soldier’s words were spoken directly to him.
“Sir… don’t save me. Let me die…”
Han Wujin and Chief Attendant Zhao’s faces darkened, their eyes showing a trace of sympathy as they pitifully looked at the powerless soldier.
Xu Ping’an, however, shook his head with a grave expression.
“No! You can’t give up on life so easily. Think about your family, think about your children, think about your future. You can still live. You have to hold on!”
At this moment, Xu Ping’an’s tone was filled with genuine emotion.
He spoke from the bottom of his heart, wanting this young man before him to survive.
Judging by his pulse and bone age, this young man was no older than twenty-two or twenty-three.
So young, even a few years younger than Xu Ping’an himself.
If he were to die just like this, all the good times ahead would be lost.
As a doctor, watching such youthful vitality fade away was a heartbreaking thing!
“You don’t have to worry. I won’t charge you a consultation fee, and I guarantee you won’t have any aftereffects. It might hurt a little during the process, but don’t worry, you absolutely won’t die!”
This young man before him had been struck by a Heaven-Man Realm palm.
Although it was just a casual palm strike to the forehead, it was enough to shatter his internal organs and sever his meridians.
But his injuries weren’t like Pei Qingxuan’s unique wounds, and his constitution was ordinary.
No special treatment methods were necessary.
A single Great Restoration Pill had already begun rebuilding his internal organs, stopping the bleeding, and even his meridians had started self-repairing within minutes.
Why were injuries to cultivators and martial artists so hard to treat?
It was because their bodies were far stronger than ordinary people.
Think about it: the meridians that allow True Qi and Spiritual Energy to flow through the body.
The stronger the cultivator, the more their meridians and constitution were gradually altered by Spiritual Energy.
Normal meridians allow a flow roughly the thickness of a needle tip—that’s already considered very healthy.
But when cultivators and martial artists begin to cultivate Qi or internal force, their meridians must expand accordingly.
During this expansion, the meridians become wider, thicker, and more robust.
Their flexibility and strength far exceed those of ordinary people.
At the level of Pei Qingxuan’s cultivation, the strength of her meridians was tens of thousands of times greater than that of a normal person.
They had to accommodate Spiritual Energy flows almost solidified in substance and withstand changes in the flow’s speed.
For ordinary people, even a small amount of Spiritual Energy would rupture their meridians, causing them to break.
And such fragile meridians required little energy to repair—one Great Restoration Pill was enough.
The internal organs of cultivators and martial artists followed the same principle.
They were constantly nourished and strengthened by Spiritual Energy or internal force.
Therefore, Xu Ping’an’s treatment plan for the soldier was very straightforward.
First, administer a Great Restoration Pill to immediately preserve vital meridians, reconstruct the meridians, and repair the internal organs.
“Sir… right now, I’m in unbearable pain. Please, give me a quick death. I’ve never been in this much pain before…”
The soldier’s face was full of sorrow. If not for his weakened body, the pain might have caused him to scream like a pig!
It wasn’t because of the Old Eunuch’s palm strike, nor the three hidden arrows Xu Ping’an had shielded him from using his own body.
It was because Xu Ping’an had used the fastest method to awaken this near-dead man.
That was… to temporarily block the nerve pathways in the brain responsible for suppressing pain.
At the same time, all the pain nerves were amplified to more than double and transmitted to the brain.
By using this intense pain, Xu Ping’an forced the brain to reactivate, waking it from the ‘dead’ state to restore bodily functions.
“It’s okay, don’t worry. It’s just some pain. Once it’s over, you’ll be fine.”
Xu Ping’an patiently comforted him. Hearing this, Han Wujin’s eyes flickered with curiosity.
“Sir, how did you bring him back to life?”
“Him?”
Xu Ping’an used terms the other party could understand to explain.
“I doubled his pain sensation and temporarily blocked the brain’s nerve pathways that shield pain. In terms you can understand… I made him ‘live through pain.’”
At this moment, not only Han Wujin but also the Old Eunuch standing on the city wall twitched the corners of his mouth.
Everyone had heard of being ‘painfully tortured to death,’ but no one had heard of someone being ‘painfully forced back to life!’
Looking at Xu Ping’an’s kind face, constantly encouraging the soldier who was tearfully enduring the pain, both Han Wujin and Chief Attendant Zhao felt a chill run down their spines, a boundless terror rising in their hearts.
“Sir… impressive method.”
The Old Eunuch struggled to find words for a moment and could only praise this young-looking doctor with almost godlike techniques.
No, calling him a doctor no longer sufficed to describe Xu Ping’an’s unfathomable methods.
“Just with this ‘living through pain’ technique, calling Mr. Xu the Physician Sage of Great Qi wouldn’t be an exaggeration.”
After a pause, the Old Eunuch abruptly changed the subject.
“Mr. Xu, there’s already movement within the palace. If nothing unexpected happens, both the Zhennan King and his Shizi should be dead by now.”
“What are you trying to say?”
Xu Ping’an’s needles flashed like lightning, stabbing repeatedly into the soldier’s body.
Each prick brought tears of unbearable pain to the soldier’s eyes. He then looked toward the Old Eunuch.
“Mr. Xu, as long as you promise not to participate in any political affairs going forward, today’s events will be considered as if they never happened. You never came to Zhaoge, and I have never met you. How about that?”
“You mean you want me to leave?”
Chief Attendant Zhao nodded, his face gradually paling.
Clearly, his earlier clash with Han Wujin had left him severely injured.
Though it was just a sword edge grazing the Old Eunuch’s shoulder, the internal force within the sword edge was probably still rampaging through his meridians.
Combined with an injured arm he could barely lift, he was operating at only about seventy percent strength, and that was a conservative estimate.
Just as Han Wujin had said, once the two sides clashed, the Old Eunuch would be doomed to die.
“Zhao Zhangyin, although I truly don’t want to get involved in this matter, I’m afraid I cannot refuse this time.”
Xu Ping’an had already withdrawn all the silver needles from the soldier’s body, placing them carefully into a sterilization bottle.
He stood up and looked back at the Old Eunuch.
“So, Mr. Xu, does that mean you’re determined to wade into this mess?”
Upon hearing this, Xu Ping’an packed away his Medicine Box, slinging it over his shoulder, and gave the Old Eunuch a faint smile.
“Whether the water’s murky or not, that’s not for you to decide.”
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