Chapter 51: The Magic Hand Revives Spring

  Creak... The door of the operating room suddenly opened.

  The Director of Han followed him out.

  "Uncle Han, how is Teacher Wu?" Li Jing asked anxiously as she stood up.

  Xiao Jing, don't be in a hurry, listen to me slowly. Looking at Li Jing's anxious appearance, Han Zhongfu really didn't know how to start speaking.

  "What do you mean by that, Uncle Han?" Li Jing asked with some concern.

  Xiao Jing, don't be impatient, listen to Uncle Han's slow words. Yang Aiqian naturally understood what Han Zhongfu wanted to say.

  It's all because of you, if it weren't for you, Teacher Wu wouldn't have ended up like this. Li Jing was filled with sorrow and anxiety, but had nowhere to vent her emotions, so she ended up taking it out on Yang Aiqian, the "culprit".

  Yang Ai Qian did not get angry, but was speechless instead, he knew that explaining now would be useless anyway.

  Xiao Jing, you misunderstood, actually Wu Laoshi is not sick, just naturally aging. Dean Han saw the conflict between the young couple and hurriedly explained.

  "What do you mean by that, Uncle Han?" Li Jing didn't understand and asked again.

  Xiao Jing, your teacher Wu has reached the end of her life, and we doctors can't do anything about it. Dean Han explained again.

  "Uncle Han, is it really hopeless?" Li Jing asked, suppressing the sadness in her heart.

  Han Zhongfu sighed and shook his head, saying: "Xiao Jing, let's inform her family to prepare for the aftermath... we've done our best."

  Li Jing's face suddenly turned pale, and her eyes were filled with resentment as she glared at Yang Ai in front of her.

  Xiao Jing, I... Yang Aiqian knew she was still blaming herself, but he couldn't explain it.

  "Don't call me, didn't you say that even if you had to smash pots and sell iron, you would cure Wu Laoshi?" Li Jing asked.

  That Korean uncle, can you let me try? Yang Ai Qian, if he doesn't cure Wu Laoshi, Li Jingru really might not care about him.

  "You want to try? How is this possible?" Director Han rarely asked.

  Uncle Han, don't worry, I've studied traditional Chinese medicine.

  "Have you studied traditional Chinese medicine before?" Han Zhongfu asked.

  Of course, Uncle Han, anyway a dead horse is still a doctor for a living horse. Yang Aiqian said.

  That's okay. Han Zhongfu didn't know why, but he always felt that there was a mysterious aura about Yang Aiqian.

  "Hey, Yang Ai Qian, I was just saying that, I know Mr. Wu's illness has nothing to do with you." Li Jing said, sobbing.

  Don't worry, Xiao Jing, I'll definitely return a healthy Wu Laoshi to you. Yang Aiqian made a solemn promise to Li Jing.

  But...

  Don't worry, I've got everything under control." Yang Aiqian said as she walked into the operating room.

  As soon as he walked into the operating room, the doctor in charge and the nurses were very surprised.

  You all get out of here, I'll take over from now on. Yang Aiqian waved her hand and said.

  "What kind of person are you?" Dr. Lin asked.

  Go ask Dean Han and you'll know, hurry up and get out, I still have important things to do. Yang Aiqian had already discovered through the exploration of her divine sense that Wu Laoshi's illness could no longer be delayed.

  Dr. Lin pointed at Yang Ai in front of him, so angry that he couldn't even speak clearly.

  Cut the crap and get out. Yang Ai had not exerted his martial power for a long time, but that didn't mean he was an easy person to talk to.

  "How can you speak to Dr. Lin like that? You're so rude!" a young nurse said.

  Yang Aiqian no longer intended to waste words with these people.

  With a wave of his hand, the aura of a first-class cultivator was unleashed, and it was not just these doctors and nurses who were ordinary people, even if they were Qi-refining stage ability users, they couldn't withstand it. Fortunately, Yang Ai also worried that these people wouldn't be able to withstand his pressure, so he used his hands with great restraint, otherwise, these people would have become idiots or died.

  However, even if he spared them, the doctors and nurses still felt extremely uncomfortable, as if they had a mountain pressed against their chest, with a feeling of suffocation.

  What's going on? Director Han heard a commotion in the operating room and pushed open the door to walk in.

  Uncle Han, let them go. Seeing Director Han come in, Yang Aiqian withdrew his momentum, but did not make any further explanation.

  "Alright, Ai Qian. Dr. Lin, you all come out now." Dean Han nodded towards Yang Ai Qian and then said to Dr. Lin and the others.

  The doctors and nurses present were stunned, and the rest of the words were left unspoken.

  "Director Han, how can you let just anyone come and give people medical treatment?" Dr. Lin asked.

  A nurse also chimed in: [Yes, Director, what if something goes wrong, who will be responsible?]

  "I'll take care of it." Yang Ai said with a nonchalant wave of her hand.

  Director, look at this, how can this be? Dr. Lin had no choice but to turn to Han Zhongfu for help.

  Alright, all of you can leave now and let Ai Qian try, anyway the patient has no hope left. Han Zhongfu said to Lin Doctor and others.

  "Director, how can this be?" Dr. Lin said incredulously.

  "Then can you think of a way to save the patient?" Han Zhongfu asked back.

  Director, you should know that the patient is naturally aging, how can he be saved? Dr. Lin replied.

  Since you can't do it, let Aiqian try then. Han Zhongfu said and gave the final order.

  "Director, how can this be?" Dr. Lin said.

  "Director Lin, has what I say as the hospital director become ineffective?" Han Zhongfu said with great displeasure.

  Director, I... Dr. Lin saw that the director seemed angry and immediately began to apologize.

  There's no need for nonsense, all of you get out. Han Zhongfu said as he led the way out.

  Dr. Lin and others saw this situation and all followed Han Zhongfu out of the operating room.

  After everyone left, Yang Aiyue casually slapped a palm on the door and closed it, leaving a strand of true energy to seal the door.

  He walked up to the operating table, looking at Wu Laoshi on it. Yang Aiyue circulated the mixed yuan true energy inside his body to check Wu Laoshi's condition again. Indeed, just like he had checked before, this old lady's life was already coming to an end. The Mixed Yuan Divine Art had only allowed him to advance to the Hua Shen stage with his current cultivation level, and he hadn't obtained any divine arts beyond that stage yet. He thought those should still be sealed within his yuan shen.

  What realm is it after becoming a divine being? Yang Ai had always wanted to know, but had never gotten any leads.

  After some thought, Yang Aifeng finally found a way to treat Wu Laoshi, which was to use the Hunyuan True Qi to rebaptize his body and soul.

  The Hunyuan True Qi possesses a powerful life force, and with Yang Ai's Hunyuan Sacred Body at this time, the Hunyuan True Qi in his body is like a vast ocean, with all four limbs and hundred bones being filled with majestic true qi. And the amount of Hunyuan True Qi needed to save an ordinary person is nothing but a drop in the ocean for him.

  The Primordial True Energy is a power that only saints can possess, and it naturally has extraordinary might.

  Just as a tiny bit was transported in, Wu Laoshi's body, which had been dwindling in vitality, immediately regained its vitality under the nourishment of Hunyuan True Qi. The endless Hunyuan True Qi once again awakened Wu Laoshi's bodily functions, and with the assistance of Hunyuan True Qi, it spontaneously generated abundant vitality, beginning to circulate within his five viscera and six bowels. His originally withered body was restored to that of a young man in his twenties.

  This treatment took Yang Ai about twenty minutes from start to finish, and even though the mixed yuan true energy in his body was very deep, it still consumed a lot.

  "My god, this job is really f**king exhausting!" After finishing the treatment, Yang Aifeng felt wave after wave of fatigue, and even his spirit was somewhat exhausted.

  Wiping away the sweat from his forehead, Yang Ai found a place to sit down with his legs crossed, and began to meditate using the Hunyuan Divine Technique to recover his true energy and yuan soul.

  Another ten minutes passed, and under the abnormal effect of Hunyuan Divine Art, Yang Aifeng discovered that the true energy and primordial spirit in his body had finally recovered.

  The exercise is finished, and I stood up.

  As he arrived at the operating table, Yang Aiyan stretched out his divine power to re-examine Wu Laoshi's body and saw that it was full of vitality, with no signs of illness.

  With a wave of his hand, Yang Ai dispelled the true energy on the door and pulled it open.

  "How is Teacher Wu?" Li Jing anxiously asked as soon as she opened the door.

  Don't worry, she's fine now.

  "How is that possible?" Dr. Lin exclaimed: "Do you think you're God, going in just a little bit and he'll be fine? The patient's vital signs have already deteriorated, how can it possibly...". Before she could finish speaking, Wu Laoshi on the operating table slowly opened his eyes, seemingly discovering something on his mouth, and reached out to remove the oxygen mask.