Chapter 616: Don't die!

Xue Tong jumped up and ran out.

"Feng Zhou?" Tuan Tuan blinked, then rushed out after him.

She saw Xiao Er outside the tent: "Uncle Er! Is Feng Zhou sick?"

Xiao Er realized he couldn't hide it, scooped her up, and followed Xue Tong: "Miss, don't panic—Feng Zhou isn't sick, he's injured."

Tuan Tuan panicked: "He's been in the Main Camp the whole time—how could he get injured?"

Xiao Er briefly explained that Feng Zhou had been hurt by an exploding smelting furnace.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Xiao Er didn't answer; quickly, the three rushed into Feng Zhou's healing tent.

Xiao Yuanhang and his three sons had already arrived; looking up, they saw Tuan Tuan and all stared.

Tuan Tuan shouted: "Father! Brother!"

Xiao Er shook his head: "When the soldier came to report, Miss was right there."

Tuan Tuan wriggled free from Xiao Er's grasp and lunged to the bedside.

Seeing Feng Zhou wrapped up tight, his face hidden, Tuan Tuan froze: "Why is he wrapped like a zongzi?"

Everyone: "……"

Xue Tong's hand, resting on Feng Zhou's pulse, slipped.

Tuan Tuan covered her mouth: "Master, please check him quickly—I won't speak."

A nearby soldier whispered: "General Feng just started convulsing nonstop; we couldn't bear to watch, so we rushed to find the Divine Doctor."

Xiao Yuanhang waved his hand, and the soldier withdrew.

Xue Tong withdrew his hand, took out his needle case, and swiftly inserted over a dozen silver needles into Feng Zhou's head, turning each gently with his fingers; beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Nobody dared to breathe, all eyes fixed on him.

After a moment, Xue Tong pulled out the needles one by one, brow furrowed: "There's hardly a sound spot on his whole body."

He gently loosened a corner of the bandage on Feng Zhou's chest: "Look—here the flesh has stuck to the bandage."

Following that edge, they saw large yellowish-brown stains seeping through the linen, clinging to the skin, the edges blackened and giving off a faint foul odor.

Xue Tong's voice sank: "This is heat poison entering the body."

"The fire in the smelting furnace isn't ordinary—it's mixed with charcoal essence, hot enough to melt iron."

"When burned by this fire, the heat poison seeps from the flesh inward, rotting flesh then bone."

He shook his head: "These past days I've been needling him just to force the heat poison out."

"It's too late—the heat poison has already spread through his whole body."

Xiao Ningchen blurted: "What do we do?"

Xue Tong said nothing, took Feng Zhou's pulse again: "It's hopeless—I can't cure him."

Xiao Yuanhang's face changed.

Xiao Ningyuan exclaimed: "Old Valley Master, you're the Divine Doctor!"

"The Divine Doctor isn't a god." Xue Tong gave him a sideways glance: "His injury isn't just burnt flesh."

He raised his hand, pointing to his own arm: "Under the flesh lie the meridians, under the meridians lie the bones."

"His heat poison has burned through the flesh and invaded the meridians."

"Now the meridians are completely blocked, qi and blood can't flow—that's why the wound won't heal."

He lowered his hand, sighed: "Prepare his affairs—within three days the heat poison will attack his heart, and even immortals couldn't save him."

The tent fell into dead silence.

Xiao Ningyuan turned away, Xiao Ningxun lowered her lashes, Xiao Ningchen clenched his fists.

Xiao Yuanhang stood where he was, silent.

Tuan Tuan stared blankly at Feng Zhou, recalling the Feng Zhou she'd rescued by the roadside, the Feng Zhou who'd made her a little dog cart, the Feng Zhou in prison, the Feng Zhou of the burning Chen Village……

Her eyes reddened.

"Feng Zhou! I went to great lengths to pull you out of prison—how could you just die like this?"

"No!"

"I will definitely bring you back!"

Tuan Tuan lunged forward, gripping Feng Zhou's hand tightly with both hands.

"Tuan Tuan!" Xiao Ningxun cried out, "No!"

Xue Tong stared, then his face darkened: "What are you doing? Impossible!"

Just as Tuan Tuan was about to speak, the little chubby creature on her neck lifted its head, its dark shiny eyes flicked to Feng Zhou, twisted its plump body, and slid onto the bed.

"Hey hey hey!" Xiao Ningyuan reached out to stop it.

But the little chubby creature darted along the spot Xue Tong had just lifted and burrowed into Feng Zhou's bandages.

"Don't!" Xue Tong reached out to grab it.

Everyone's faces changed.

"Get it out quick!" Xue Tong stamped his foot in anxiety: "This thing goes everywhere, carries who-knows-what—Feng Zhou can't take it!"

The several brothers all reached out to grab it.

The next moment.

A soft, crystalline white light seeped out from beneath the bandages.

Unusually gentle yet continuous, like moonlight flowing into the linen.

Everyone froze.

But Tuan Tuan understood: "Don't move, anyone!"

She tightly held Feng Zhou's hand, and a white light, exactly the same, poured out from her hand.

Xue Tong widened his eyes, watching the white light in his disciple's hand.

Inside the tent, it was so quiet that a falling pin could be heard.

Soon, the white light on Feng Zhou's body and hands grew brighter and brighter.

Xiao Feifei wandered beneath the bandage, bulging into a small arc.

That arc moved along Feng Zhou's chest, slowly spreading over his whole body.

One loop, then another.

After the time it took to burn two incense sticks, that ball of light finally dimmed.

From within the bandage came a fine, soft "yi—".

Xiao Feifei's head poked out from the crack it had squeezed into.

All its fur was wet, sticking damply to its body.

It strained to lift its head, its small eyes looking around, and finally settled on Tuan Tuan's face.

Tuan Tuan's tears "swish" poured down, she released Feng Zhou's hand and lifted it up: "Xiao Feifei! You're amazing! You helped me so much!"

Xue Tong reached out and placed his hand on Feng Zhou's pulse.

"The meridians are unobstructed," his hand trembled, "the heat toxin is also cleared."

Everyone looked in unison toward the bed.

Xue Tong undid the hemp cloth on Feng Zhou's face; his face was smooth, showing not a trace of burns!

He stared for a moment, then quickly undid the bandage on Feng Zhou's chest.

Instantly, the whole person froze.

Those ulcerated, pus-oozing wounds; the flesh that had been blackened and hardened now turned dark red, as if the wounds had scabbed and peeled off.

"This," Xue Tong murmured, "how is this possible?"

Xiao Yuanhang's voice changed: "Old Valley Master, what about Feng Zhou?"

Xue Tong took a deep breath: "It's fine, the heat toxin is gone, and even the meridians and flesh have recovered."

"Don't die, Xiao Feifei!" Tuan Tuan shouted, tears pattering down.

Everyone lowered their gaze to see: Xiao Feifei's eyes tightly shut, its body limp, resting in Tuan Tuan's hand.