Chapter 6682
: Cultivation is still not enough
The light continued to shrink and condense, as if it was being tightly squeezed together by an invisible big hand, and was finally firmly grasped by Xiao Chen's palm.
The ball of golden light kept dancing in his hands, like a small sun, emitting a hot and mysterious aura.
"Enter the body!" Xiao Chen swung his arm violently, and the golden light shot towards the patient like an arrow from a bow, carrying a powerful force.
The swing of his arm created a gust of wind that made the corners of his clothes rustle.
Instantly, a strange scene appeared. The patient's body slowly floated up, a few centimeters above the bed, as if being held up by an invisible hand, motionless in mid-air.
His body seemed to have lost the constraints of gravity, light and mysterious.
Countless ancient and mysterious runes were circling around him. Those runes seemed to have floated out from ancient books, emitting a faint blue light.
The faint blue light flickered in the air, like the stars in the night sky, outlining complex patterns in the air.
The pattern sometimes looks like a blooming flower, sometimes like a hovering dragon, and sometimes like a mysterious castle, as if a mysterious ritual is being performed to pull the patient back from the abyss of death.
"The time has come!" Xiao Chen's eyes flashed, and his gaze was like lightning across the night sky, instantly penetrating the chaos and solemnity around him.
He suddenly shouted loudly, his voice loud and decisive, like a charge horn on the battlefield, with unquestionable firmness.
He quickly reached into his pocket, his movements clean and neat, without the slightest hesitation.
In an instant, a row of silver needles appeared in his palm. These silver needles flashed with a cool luster under the weak light, like a smart bird, or like a spirit endowed with life.
They trembled slightly between Xiao Chen's slender and steady fingers, as if they couldn't wait to rush to the battlefield and display their magical effects.
Xiao Chen shook his wrist lightly, and the silver needles pierced into various acupuncture points on the patient's body accurately like meteors.
His technique was skillful and precise, and every stitch was placed at just the right spot, as if he had practiced it countless times.
Every time a silver needle fell, it brought up a faint white mist. The white mist rose up and slowly dissipated in the air, and a strange scent permeated the air.
The breath is fresh and mysterious, carrying an indescribable vitality and vigor, as if the seeds of life are quietly sprouting.
The human body's meridians are complex, like a criss-crossing network, including the twelve meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians.
Among them, the twelve meridians and the Ren and Du meridians are collectively called the fourteen meridians. They are interrelated and influence each other, and together maintain the vital activities of the human body.
Xiao Chen knew the secret well. What he had to do this time was to open up the patient's yang meridian with the help of silver needles and formations.
Yang pulse symbolizes the vitality of life and is the source of vitality. It is like a rushing river, supplying endless energy to the human body.
Once the Yang meridian is blocked, the vitality of life will gradually disappear and the human body will fall into a dangerous situation.
Xiao Chen was concentrating, staring intently at the patient's body, as if the only life in the world left was this one life that needed his saving.
His eyes revealed a kind of persistence and determination, as if telling the patient: "I will definitely snatch you back from the hands of death."
As time passed, beads of sweat gradually appeared on Xiao Chen's forehead.
Those beads of sweat were like crystal pearls, flashing a faint light on his forehead.
His breathing became rapid, and every breath was filled with heavy pressure. But he did not relax at all, still staring closely at the patient's body, paying close attention to every subtle change.
Soon, a miracle happened. The dead air in the patient's chest began to slowly dissipate like morning mist encountering sunlight.
The dead air was like a heavy rock pressing on the patient's chest, making it impossible for him to breathe and feel the vitality of life.
But now, under the dual effects of Xiao Chen's silver needles and the formation, it gradually became thinner and eventually dissipated.
As the air of death dissipated, the patient's face, which had been as pale as paper, gradually regained color.
The blood started from the cheeks and spread out little by little, like a flower blooming in spring, gradually dyeing the entire face red.
His lips were no longer pale and bloodless, but had a faint pink hue, like the tender buds of early spring, full of vitality and hope.
You can even hear the faint sound of breathing. Although the sound is faint, it is like the sound of nature.
It is like a beautiful piece of music, playing a hymn to life.
The flat electrocardiogram beside the bed began to fluctuate. The lines were no longer lifeless straight lines, but were beating regularly.
The undulating lines are like the pulse of life, beating strongly, announcing the revival of life.
At this moment, big beads of sweat rolled down Xiao Chen's forehead, like beads that had broken off the string, sliding down his cheeks to his chin and dripping onto the ground.
The sound of the sweat dripping was particularly clear in the silent room.
His clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his body, outlining his slightly thin figure.
But his figure remained upright, like an unshakable mountain, sticking to his mission.
Performing formations and acupuncture at the same time greatly consumed his mental and spiritual energy.
He only felt a strong sense of fatigue, as if his body had been drained of energy.
His legs began to tremble slightly and he felt dizzy.
But he gritted his teeth, suppressed his fatigue, and persisted, because he knew that this was the critical moment, and once he relaxed, all his previous efforts would be wasted.
This is about treating cancer, which is a world-class problem, like a towering, misty and dangerous peak that stands in the way of medicine. Countless top medical experts have spent their entire lives trying to reach the top.
Not to mention that Xiao Chen had just embarked on the path of cultivation, like a young boy who had just entered the martial arts world. Even if he was the legendary Daluo Jinxian with great magical powers and boundless power, facing this tricky disease, he would have to pay an unimaginable price.
This cancer is like a cunning and stubborn demon, rampant in the patient's body, devouring vitality and hope.
Every cell and every meridian is disturbed by it. It is not easy to eliminate it completely.
Xiao Chen was well aware of the difficulties involved, but the unyielding spirit in his bones made him unwilling to give up easily.
"It seems that I have to work harder in my cultivation. Once I get the antique, I will absorb the essence of heaven and earth within it. My cultivation progress will definitely speed up." Xiao Chen thought to himself, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety and unwillingness.
He gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to concentrate all his strength on these tightly clenched teeth, and resist the exhaustion that surged like a tide. (End of this chapter)