Chapter 53: Senior Surgeon Wang Wu (Part 2)

He quickly returned to Zhao Xingyue's side, and Wang Wu took out the demon pill and placed it on her hand.

"This monster is about to go mad, but his demon pill should still be usable?" Wang Wu asked.

Whether it's a demon pill or a human pill, they're of little use to Wang Wu, because he does not cultivate this world's power system. Moreover, his monster race is a bit odd; although it has been localized, it still differs from genuine local monsters.

At least human pills have no such attraction for him; that allure comes from instinct, which all monsters cannot resist.

But Wang Wu feels nothing toward human pills; to him they are just smooth beads with a hint of fishy smell, after all they were dug out of a human's belly.

"I'm about to die; you keep it for yourself," Zhao Xingyue glanced at the demon pill in her hand and said softly. "Thanks for the kindness."

"Didn't I tell you you could be saved? You don't believe me?" Hearing this, Wang Wu felt insulted and instantly became displeased: "You look down on me???"

After speaking, Wang Wu placed his hand on her abdomen again and began channeling Xuan Yin True Qi.

This time the infused Qi was to accelerate wound recovery; since she already possesses regenerative ability, the treatment became considerably easier.

First he began repairing the broken ribs, using Yin Pole True Qi to move the shattered bone fragments lodged in flesh and lungs back to their original positions, then connecting and stabilizing them.

Next, he proceeded to repair the lungs.

Thanks to the True Realm cultivator's robust life force, a normal person whose lungs were pierced would die in an instant, yet this guy stubbornly watched their fight for so long.

In theory the lungs should be the priority, but since this guy's life is hard and he won't die, any timing works. Fine, it's all about the same, fine, it's not that important…

Ugh, as long as he's not dead, that's fine.

As for excessive blood loss, for a cultivator that's truly no problem.

As long as the essence blood remains intact, the lost blood can be restored. Though her essence blood was indeed nearly depleted, that mattered not; with intact bone marrow she can regenerate.

He restored the lungs so breathing became smoother, then used Yin Pole True Qi to stimulate bone marrow for accelerated hematopoiesis and gradually repaired blood vessels. At the same time the spleen's recovery was underway.

In ordinary people, the spleen ceases hematopoiesis after a certain age, but according to the manual, a normal person can use Xuan Yin True Qi to restore the spleen's blood‑making function.

A transcendent being's spleen can continue hematopoiesis, so merely restoring the spleen suffices.

Of course, the top priority is the stomach; otherwise she couldn't eat to replenish energy. A transcendent naturally endures far more than an ordinary person and recovers faster. So if the stomach and digestive function are intact…

Oh right, her intestines are also scarce, so they must be restored.

In short, everything now has to grow, because she is missing many organs: liver, kidneys, stomach, spleen, pancreas, intestines—basically everything she shouldn't lack is absent.

But it doesn't matter; with Wang Wu's powerful Xuan Yin True Qi assistance, these problems will be easily solved.

Feeling the changes within her body, at this moment, Zhao Xingyue—who had not been thinking about this and had lost hope for survival—looked at Wang Wu before her, her expression shocked:

"You, you…"

She could feel the tremendous life force surging inside, the vigorous vitality causing her organs to self‑repair at a rate far beyond normal.

And this life‑energy, this primordial power, all came from the monster before her. Given her background, sect, and knowledge, how could she not know what this guy was doing.

This guy… he's transferring his own life‑energy to himself???

"You're crazy!???"

Zhao Xingyue looked at Wang Wu, forced herself to sit up, and growled low at him, "Do you know what you're doing? Stop it now!! You'll die!!"

"If you can't speak, then don't speak; why say such harsh words!" Wang Wu lifted his head, looked at her with great displeasure, and said:

"Don't I know whether I live or die? You damn woman, I kindly saved you, and you still curse me? Repaying kindness with hatred here?"

"You… you…!"

Zhao Xingyue was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

But looking at his expression, she opened her mouth, yet said nothing and lay back down.

The monster's life force is far more vigorous than that of humans, yet even so, saving someone with her injuries still requires a great expenditure of life force.

The spent life force can indeed be recovered, but even with the finest supplements it still takes hundreds of years. Moreover, after expending life force, the monster's own power regresses significantly.

She didn't know what realm the monster before her belonged to, but clearly it wasn't the True Realm. Though monsters live long, they aren't immortal; even a few hundred years is not short for them.

However, judging by his attire, speech, and the bizarre technique he previously used—so close to a True Realm warrior's method that she could easily be misled—

Obviously, this monster comes from an extraordinary background.

"He must be a young master of some demon city," Zhao Xingyue thought. "But regardless, she firmly etched his appearance and name into her mind."

Facing a human cultivator she had merely met by chance, who could have simply walked away or even ended her life and taken her inner core, this monster named Wang Wu chose to save her.

Even at the cost of expending his life‑energy, he intended to rescue her.

She didn't know the reason, but that alone was enough to shock her heart. Likewise, it inevitably made her compare him with a figure in her mind.

The figure who had haunted her thoughts, with whom she had shared heartfelt confessions and sworn eternal vows.

"He clearly said it, and he also received…"

"No, no…"

Zhao Xingyue shook her head violently, discarding all the sudden thoughts that sprang into her mind.

"No, that's impossible; he must have run into some trouble, it can't be—my senior, he…" she muttered, unintentionally voicing the words in her heart.

"You're on the brink of death with such severe injuries; can you stop talking? Wuwu chacha, it's so noisy."

The monster's voice came to her ears, pulling her back from the chaotic thoughts.

"Ah, oops, sorry." Zhao Xingyue suppressed her tangled thoughts and gave Wang Wu an apologetic look.

"Were you betrayed by someone? You've been wuwu chacha over there, babbling nonsense." Wang Wu glanced at him, his hand still on her abdomen, and asked.

"No! Cough, cough cough! Cough cough cough…" The words felt as if Wang Wu had squeezed her entrails hard, causing Zhao Xingyue to instantly react and shout loudly.

Immediately after, she began coughing violently, this time spitting blood.

"I just repaired it!" Seeing Zhao Xingyue coughing up blood, Wang Wu frowned, "Alright, alright, don't get so worked up. I'm not interested in your personal matters; just stop overthinking."

After that, Wang Wu fell silent and continued repairing Zhao Xingyue's body. About twenty minutes later, Wu Er Niang returned with Zhu San Niang's spider silk.

(End of Chapter)