The Second Volume Provincial City Chapter 61 Returning to the Provincial Capital (1)

  It may have only been an instant, but for Yi Tian Xing, it was a painstakingly long time to absorb the Huo Yuan, as if an eternity had passed before everything returned to normal.

  He opened his eyes to find that the true yuan in his body was full, and it seemed to have improved compared to the beginning. He couldn't help but feel secretly delighted. Then he discovered that his body was wrapped in a large pile of withered branches and leaves, and the flames that had been burning everywhere in the forest before had all died down for some reason.

  "Has it all been swallowed by myself?" He rubbed his head.

  At this time, he didn't have the luxury to think carefully, after all, a fierce battle had just ended, and the miserable cry that came from the farmhouse at the beginning made him uneasy. As for what consequences would be brought about by that little bastard Zong Si knowing that Zhu Que was by his side, it was something that couldn't be considered for now.

  He picked up the unremarkable ancient bronze oil lamp, his toes touched the hot and steaming black earth in the forest, and his body slanted into the air. His palm borrowed force from the tree trunk once more, and he leapt towards the distant farmhouse outside the forest, faster than an arrow.

  As soon as he entered the farmhouse, he saw Xu Bo and Xu's mother lying motionless on the ground. Yi Tianxing was greatly shocked and hurriedly went forward to check their breathing. He found that they had only fainted and couldn't help but feel slightly relieved. Then, he entered the back room and saw a scene that made him both surprised and angry.

  Xiao Xiao held the shotgun in his hand, but his whole body was pale and leaning against the bedside.

  The shotgun was cut into two pieces by Qi, Xiao's hand grasping one end, apparently not having had time to fire, and his right leg was also severed by the shotgun. Blood flowed all over the ground, looking extremely miserable.

  Yi Tianxing was furious. Looking at the broken blade, he knew it was cut off by that person named Zong Si with his sharp sword. He quickly rushed forward to stop Xiao's bleeding.

  He had read many leisure books and had some knowledge of first aid. According to the method taught in the book, he tore off the bed sheet and tied a live knot at the root of Xiao's thigh, ready to relieve the pain later. He also pressed several acupoints with his fingers.

  But looking at the half-severed leg that made him feel a chill run down his spine, Yi Tianxing was both enraged and disheartened.

  Recalling the method he had comprehended earlier in the forest when absorbing fire essence, Yi Tian Xing's eyebrows twitched as he hastily went to the kitchen to fetch a basin of water. He then poured it onto the Three Flavors Meditation Platform and with great effort, reversed the flow of the fire essence within his body into a small whirlpool that spun in reverse. With all his might, he absorbed the extremely fine fire essence from the water, or perhaps it wasn't even fire essence, but rather just continuously absorbing.

  In this way, the water in the basin finally froze into ice with a hissing sound after a while.

  Yi Tian Xing didn't have time to be happy about his own cultivation progress, he quickly used his fingers to chop the ice into blocks and poured them into a large bucket beside him. Then, with great care, he placed Xiao's severed leg into another dry small bag, made sure the opening was tied well, before carefully placing it into the bucket and burying it under the ice blocks.

  Then he hastily put on a piece of clothing on his naked body, helped Xiao Xiao down, and used his bare hands to split the bed into a simple stretcher. He tightly tied Xiao Xiao and the bucket with the broken leg to the bed with a sheet, and then used his innate divine power to single-handedly carry this one person, one leg, and one bed out of the door.

  With a loud crash, Yi Tianxing kicked a big hole in the wall of the farmhouse with one foot.

  Out of the farmhouse, Yi Tianxing's heart was burning with anxiety, and he couldn't wait for an ambulance to arrive. He gritted his teeth, looked in the direction of the provincial city, and without worrying about shocking anyone, he single-handedly carried the large bed, taking the most direct route, crossing ponds and forests, like a mountain axe, at the fastest speed, rushing towards the provincial city. His running was incredibly fast, leaving behind a trail of dust and many pedestrians who couldn't stop rubbing their eyes, thinking they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

  Yi Tian Xing only thought about how to save Xiao Xiao's life, and if possible, reattach his leg. With anxiety burning in his heart, the distance between him and violent walking seemed to be just a thread away. He was also engaged in truly violent walking, a very flavorful job. Therefore, he would no longer consider hiding from Jixiang Tian or being afraid of Qin Zi. Moreover, saving severed limbs for reattachment is extremely difficult, every second counts, and every fraction of a second brings more hope.

  He then openly and shockingly carried a wooden bed with one hand into the Provincial City University Hospital.

  He came to this hospital because he only knew how to get to this hospital in the provincial city.

  Yi Tian Xing didn't relax until he heard from the hospital director that Xiao's life was out of danger, his severed limb had been preserved intact and was about to undergo reattachment surgery. Only then did he feel a cold sweat break out on his back.

  This sweat is not from running with great effort and heat, but from anxiety.

  As Yi Tian walked out of the operating room and came to the window on the fourth floor of the school hospital, he subconsciously looked down and sweat poured down again.

  This sweat is scared out.

  It's said that someone ran faster than Liu Xiang, and overtook a BMW on the highway. Someone had already tipped off the media, and then it was said that this person was stronger than Schwarzenegger, carrying a bed with one hand, with a person lying on it, and a bucket tied to their side. With all these bizarre elements, all the major media outlets in the provincial capital swarmed over like a bee colony.

  The downstairs was packed with people, and everyone was carrying long guns and cannons, not the real thing, but all sorts of photographic equipment that couldn't be named. What's interesting is that in front of each big guy carrying the machine, there was a beautiful flower girl standing, who should be a reporter.

  The staff at the security office were blocking the journalists while asking for instructions from the hospital leaders: "Director, I said that our hospital hasn't had any recent medical accidents, right?"

  "No."

  "Has there ever been a case where a patient was driven away because they were poor?"

  The dean's loud and clear voice rang out: "Rescuing the dying and healing the wounded is our duty, where have we been in a hurry this month?"

  Yi Tianxing finally came to his senses and realized the magnitude of what he had done in the provincial capital today. Fortunately, the doctors and nurses at the hospital did not know what had happened and did not look at him differently. He quickly borrowed a phone from the nurse and dialed Yuan Ye's number.

  "Uncle Yuan, hurry up and come to Provincial University Hospital, something's happened."

  Yuan Ye rarely saw him so flustered, even that night when he was being pursued and killed seemed not as urgent as this, hurriedly asked: "Young master, what's wrong?"

  Yi Tianxing recounted today's events, only hiding his identity as a disciple of Zong Sihou.

  Yuan Ye thought for a moment and understood the situation. He then began to mobilize his connections in the provincial capital, determined to get the reporters out of the school hospital.

  Yi Tianxing thought for a moment and said, "You should send someone capable to the fish pond. The Xu couple is still unconscious, we need to see if anything has happened. Also, we need to tidy up, don't let anyone notice anything."

  "Yes." Yuan Ye responded and was about to head to the school hospital.

  Yitian Xing thought for a moment, it seemed that without his help, many things were inconvenient, so he silently agreed. Then he stretched his head to the window and secretly peeked out. After a while, he saw several female reporters looking at their phones and, with a helpless gesture, they shook their heads and left with their team. Some other reporters started muttering curses under their breath, but eventually, the school hospital's courtyard quieted down.